The Marcel Makeover

Chapter 10

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Zayn's POV

"At least you aren't dead!" I chuckled, Isha and I were currently sitting on my bed, in sweats, munching popcorn and watching a movie. We had ignored it right now; it was just a noise in the background. 

After Beth had threatened me, and I had called her parents, she didn't call again. Half an hour later, after pacing my room and worrying, I heard the doorbell ring, and I cautiously crept downstairs to see who it could be. It was Isha. I immediately engulfed her in a hug, and gave her a kiss. I asked her if she wanted some ice, and we went up to my room, to watch a movie. She borrowed one of my graphic t-shits and a pair of my grey sweats. They were too big for her, but she looked cute all the same. We were now discussing what had happened. It was 9pm and Isha was staying at my place for the night. 

"Meh, as if she would have killed me. She wouldn't want blood all over her nails now, would she? I don't think so." Isha sassed.

"Your sass is the reason I like you." 

"You are the reason I like you. I don't approve of your tattooos though."

"They make me look tough though, don't you think?"

"Well, do you want to look tough?"

"Well...Yeah. I feel that people should be intimidated when they see me."

"Oh? So you want me to feel intimidated by you?"

"No, hey, look, I didn't mean it that way."

"Then what way did you mean it?"

"When guys see me with you they should feel intimidated, because you belong with me, and not them."

"Hm, point made then."

I chuckled, "You didn't tell me exactly how you escaped."

"I told you, two years worth of karate really are worth it." She replied.

Marcel's POV

"Alright then, goodnight." Gemma said, waving to me as I climbed up the staircase.

It was quite a frustrating day, and something in the back of my mind is nagging me that Zayn is lying to me, that he is just some professional con-artist.I mean, you would not exactly trust a teen that smokes and has tattoos. My mind is really messed up, I need sleep.

I checked the new iPhone Gemma got me and saw that I had a text from Zayn.

Night mate, do not ruin that new hair :)

I laughed quietly to myself, put on an alarm, and set it charging. I really wonder what the students at Nortington were going to say tomorrow, once they see the new me. They will probably think I am a new student. Let us see how that will go...