The Rule - Marcus (COMPLETE)

Chapter Two

- Mia

I sit in my room, on the wooden floor, staring at the piece of paper. I know exactly what it means, I just don't know if I am going to attend yet. I sigh and crumple it up slightly.

The house is empty apart from me, it's been like that for a year now. Since my older brother moved in with his mate, it's kinda nice although sometimes lonely.

I suddenly get up off the floor and change into a dress. I'm going to this party and I don't care what happens. I slip some heels on and walk out the door, grabbing my phone on the way out.

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I approach the house with the address on Marcus' letter, I can already hear the music blaring from inside. I look down at my phone - 8:45pm, I'm late.

I open the door and immediately the smell of alcohol and smoke hits me in the face, I sigh before walking in confidently.

I look around for a bit before I see him in one of the corners. There are girls all over him, I can't help but feel a stab of jealousy for a moment before it is completely wiped away, his eyes meet mine and his smirk turns into a genuine smile.

He walks over to me leaving about four other girls, one of them who proceeds to glare at me before walking away.

Marcus approaches me, 'I thought you weren't coming.' He muses and I roll my eyes.

'I got bored.' I say and he laughs, 'who's party is this?' I ask.

He pauses before answering, 'She's called Jasmine, or something like that.' He tells me. I recognise the name then I remember her face, the girl that glared at me earlier. She's the sort of girl who sleeps with any guy she can, I also remember her being a total bitch. Good luck to whoever mates with her I guess.

'She's a bitch' I blurt out before slapping a hand over my mouth. Marcus only laughs in response.

'That's one word for her.' He chuckles and I smile. We stand there for a couple of seconds just looking each other before he grabs my hand and pulls me into an empty room, closing the door behind us.

I stand there awkwardly, not really knowing what to do until he turns around, a small smile plastered across his face. I swear my heart stopped beating right then.

'Do you just completely ignore this rule now?' I ask curiously. He shrugs and sits in one of the armchairs by the fireplace.

'I've always ignored it.' He says simply, my heart drops to the floor.

All this time he's been ignoring me was for nothing? He stopped talking to me for this 'rule' that he doesn't even take any notice of? He left me alone when I needed someone to talk to for no reason?

Thoughts are spinning through my head so fast that I feel like I'm going to throw up.

'Mia? Are you okay?' I barely hear him.

I can't concentrate, I feel like I'm about to vomit . No. I am about to vomit.

I stand up and run out the room, ignoring his calls after me. Finally I find a bathroom and I stumble in, slamming the door behind me and locking it.

I slide down the door to the floor and put my head in my hands. The feeling of vomit has slightly subdued as I start to cry. Why am I so affected by this? I feel betrayed. Even if I shouldn't do, I can't help it.

I cry for maybe 30 minutes until there are no tears left in my body. Slowly I rise to my feet, steadying myself on the sink. I glance up in the mirror, my face is stained with mascara.

'Shit' I mutter, as I start trying to wash it off. In the end it looks marginally better than it did before. I sigh, my head is pounding from the constant muffled noise of the music downstairs.

I unlock the door and stumble out, making my way slowly down the stairs, in my head planning a route of escape without anybody noticing me leave.

As I reach the bottom of the stairs there's a group of girls from my English class, drinking some sort of alcohol. I go past them with my head down, so as not to draw attention to myself.

As I'm meandering around my mind wanders to Marcus, where is he? Is he looking for me?

I snap out of it. He's a jerk, I don't deserve him. I shake my head and carry on walking, avoiding the crowds of drunk people dancing and laughing together.

I find myself in the kitchen where it seems to be marginally quieter. My eyes flicker around the room until they land upon Marcus' brother, Dylan.

He stands in the corner with a glass in his hand, on his phone. I'm slightly taken aback that he's here considering he's only sixteen and one of the most innocent people I know, or used to know.

He looks up and his eyes meet mine. He smiles a little and I find myself walking over to him.

'Hello' I say nervously, just loud enough to hear above the music.

'Hi!' He says, full of life as always. I look down into his glass and see a clear liquid. I immediately assume the worst.

'Is that pure vodka?!' I exclaim. Dylan looks slightly taken aback before he laughs.

'No it's just water.' He chuckles. I glance up at him, slightly embarrassed.

Dylan's quite tall for someone so young, his messy black hair compliments his brown eyes nicely and his face is curved into a smile, dimples showing in his cheeks.

'Sorry' I mutter and look down.

He clears his throat, 'so where's Marcus? I thought he was coming to see you tonight?'

My heart skips a beat at the mention of Marcus, I want to rant to Dylan but I see it completely pointless as he'd probably just go straight back and tell him.

I shrug, 'I haven't seen him' I lie. I feel horrible lying to Dylan as he's just so sweet but I honestly don't think I can talk about Marcus without bursting into tears again.

'Oh...' he starts 'well I should probably find him soon, so we can go. We snuck out and I'd hate to see Jasper if he found out' Dylan sighs and I can see how affected he is by the situation.

I shudder at the mention of Jasper. He seems so intimidating and scary. I'm so glad I don't have to have anything to do with him.

'Yeah... I should probably go too. I don't feel too good.' I'm not lying this time, I still feel sick and my head is hurting like crazy.

'Are you okay?' Dylan puts a hand on my shoulder but I shrug it off, keeping my eyes to the floor.

'Yeah... I'm fine.' I lie, 'I'm gonna go, it was nice talking to you.' And I walk, briskly out of the room, not even bothering to let Dylan reply.

I walk straight for the door, my eyes concentrated on the floor. I don't want to talk to anyone, I just want to get home.

As soon as I get to the door, it is flung open. I smack into someone's large chest, someone incredibly tall.

I look up from the floor, and my eyes meet another pair. Dark, cold, deadly.

Jasper.

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Sorry it took so long to update!! I was away with some friends and then I had a mini writers block on what to write.

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