Fix you (Marcel/Harry styles)

Chapter 33

ASHTON'S P.O.V

"This is not what you think" I spoke nervously, walking towards Sam. I tried to grab her hand but she yanked it away and took a step back.

I could feel my heart racing, and growing worried. Sam got here at the wrong time, i'm sure she thinks I was kissing Cytnhia back.

"Bullshit" Sam glared at me, he voice showing nothing but anger.

"I can explai-"

"Explain what!?" She yells, her face flushing of anger and her hands turning into fists, something she does when she's angry. "That you were sucking each other's faces!?"

"Chill" Cynthia chuckles, i turned to give her a glare causing her to chuckle one more time. I find nothing funny about this situation, Cynthia is seriously pissing me off too.

"Don't tell me to chill, you bitch!"

"What did you just call me!?" Cynthia asks taking a step closer, her expression turning harsh towards Sam.

Sam also took astep closer towering over her, Cynthia is shorter thatn Sam so she had to look up. I stood there in shock, both of them are ignoring my presence and about to rip each other's heads off. I quickly grabbed Sam's arm and pulled her back.

"Don't touch me!" Sam yells pushing me with her full force and turned back to Cynthia "a bitch, that's what i called you"

"Well" Cynthia chuckles her cheeks also flushed with anger "at least i'm not the slut who lost her virginity at 13 ye-"

"Cynthia!" I yell

Sam grew silent, her face showed no emotion. Cynthia shouldn't have said that, she has no idea how Sam really lost her innocence.

"Fuck you" Sam cleched her fists making her knuckles turn white, her eyes becoming watery and her face still flushed.

"Nah" Cynthia says placing her hand on her hip "I already have Marcel for that" says Cynthia in a teasing tone.

As soon as Cynthia said those words, Sam pushed her back causing Cynthia to stumble. Sam was about to throw a puch at her but I grabbed her fist before she could.

"Fuck off, Cynthia" I say, my arm wrapped around Sam in order to stop her from hitting Cynthia.

"This isn't over Samantha-" Cynthia spoke pointing to Sam who was trying her best to free herself from my grip but I interrupted her.

"FUCK OFF!!" I snap making Cynthia flinch at my out burst.

Cynthia gave Sam one last glared before walking away. Sam quickly pushed my arms away and began to walk away.

"Sam"

She froze in her place, her back facing me. I carefully took a step closer, she turned to look at me shaking her head and looking at the ground.

"You've been talking to her behind my back" she said, her eyes avoiding mine.

"I-"

"Why is she really Marcel's girlfriend?" She asks

I felt anger boil inside of me, why does she care so much about Marcel? She should be asking me for explanations about the kiss, not about Marcel.

"Why do yo-"

"Tell me" she looked at me this time

"It was a dare" I answer

She sighed and turned to walk again but I grabbed her hand.

"Please let me explain" I mumur

"Ashton" she says "I think we need to break up"

"No" i shake my head "I love you, I need you with me"

"Ash-"

"Are you breaking up with me for Marcel?" I ask

"No it-"

"You are!" I raise my voice "you're breaking up with me for that fag!"

"Don't call him a fag!" She yells back

"He doesn't desrve you Samantha! He's not good enough for you!"

"He's more than good enough!" Her voice starting to raise "i'm the one who doesn't deserve him!"

"I hate it! I hate that you have feelings for that piece of trash" i run my fingers through my hair in fustration "I was convincing Cynthia to not break up with him! Everything was working that way I wanted it to work"

"Why in the world would you do that!?"

"Because you never look at me the way you look at him! It kills me" I admit "i'm not strong enough for this, what was I suppose to do!? I love you"

She didn't say a word to me, she just started to walk away.

"Stay with me" i beg but she didn't listened, she just left.

MARCEL'S P.O.V

(The next day)

Yesterday after school Sam didn't show up to soccer practice, so I had to do everything on my own.

I walked into the school's doors, I looked around the hallways but didn't see Cynthia anywhere. I walked towards my locker trying to ignore the dirty looks from everyone and their hurtful comments

'Fag' 'loser' 'bitch"

Those words were evreything I hear everytime I walk down the hallways. This always happens, i'm already use to it. I grabbed my books and made my way to my first class.

When I walk into a hallway a sound of yelling erupts around me and I watch students run right past me. I then start to follow everyone abd reached the back of a crowd and I start shoving people to the back in order to get through.

In the center of the circle is Cynthia and Sam, both of them having blood running down their faces. The cheers are too loud around them.

I watch Sam swing her fist in to Cynthia's jaw and Cynthia spits on the floor, blood dripping down from her mouth. I can see the hatred in both of thei eyes.

I know I have to break it up.

DUHN DUHN DUHN!!

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