Wrong. (a Marcus Butler fanfiction)

Chapter 8.

SO I AM GONNA KILL THE JOKE HERE: 

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A BIT OF NAUGHTYTIME SO IF YOU CAN NOT HANDLE SEX SCENES, I WILL TELL YOU WHERE IT BEGINS AND WHERE IT ENDS 

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Apparently I had no clothes on and someone was next to me.

Then some scenes popped in.

/THROWBACK/

After my third shot, I sat down on the couch. 

Marcus was drunk too, so when I insisted staying for one more hour, he let me and left.

Literally everybody left except a few people who've already passed out by then.

"oi" Joe said

"huh?" he grabbed my hand, pulled up, and led me to a room, and well, I was an idiot, or at least I was drunk by then.

He opened the door, pulled me in and closed it.

(IT IS BEGINNING HERE... SORT OF)

Joe pushed me against the wall then started kissing my neck and that turned me on. We started kissing each other really really passionately.

His hands slipped up to my t-shirt, and he took it off along with his, then threw it somewhere. He pulled me away from the wall, and pushed me on the bed. I pulled him on myself, and then he started kissing me from my neck all the way through my stomach.

I moaned.

He started sucking my skin, looked at me whilst doing it and smiled. I took advantage of a moment to get on top and started controlling everything. I used one of my hand to keep him on the bed, and the other to get rid of my jeans.

It was dark in the room but we had enough light to see what we are actually doing. I gave him enough hickeys for tomorrow. Eventually we got rid of all the clothes, and well, it happened.

And it happened again an hour after it.

/ENDING HERE AND ALSO END OF THROWBACK/

I fell back asleep, and when I woke up, Joe was about to too.

"wakey wakey little fuckers" I heard Caspar's voice. I groaned. "how is my overly drunk fucking couple?"

"what happened?" Joe murmured.

"nothing special... Drinking, fucking, just the usual." 

"Caspar would you do me a favor and stop saying the word fuck? I'd appriciate it." I asked.

"why? isn't it funny?"

"no" I groaned.

"what is happening and why am I naked?" Joe said, facing the cushion.

"guess why" I asked and turned around. Caspar was standing there with a huge grin on his face. "what?"

"nothing" he laughed.

"dude..."

"okay okay" 

"guys the two of you promise me that this thing that happened will stay in this very room"

"hmm I don't know"

"Caspar don't fuck with me, and I need to get something on asap because this is getting awkward."

"I wasn't the one, fucking with you" he giggled. I threw my pillow at him "wow someone's angry."

"please"

"okay, I'll leave you two alone now" he laughed when his phone started to ring.

"what happened?" I groaned. "I mean it is obvious, but how much did I drink?"

"a shitload" Caspar yelled through the door.

"oh fuck me"

"nope, sorry I have a girlfriend" Cas giggled through the door.

"oh god Cas I didn't mean that literally" I rolled out of bed. "please do not look, I am trying to collect my clothes."

"okay" Joe whimpered, and added: "if you find mine too throw it on me. thankyouverymuch" he said.

"got it" I threw a pair of jeans at him, and a T-shirt along with his boxers.

I found my stuff in the corner, and I got dressed.

Some stuff popped into my mind from last night including some really passionate sex scenes.

I still felt him inside of myself and I knew I needed to get out of there before: a) I burst out crying b) before Marcus wakes up or c) I simply freak out.

Why the fuck would I freak out?

I went to a party where I did not expect that someone was about to get rid of my virginity.

I kissed the top of his head. "bye Joe" he groaned into his pillow and I left.

When I got out of his room, someone grabbed my wrist.

"I'll give you a lift" it was Caspar.

"you scared me jesus... You don't need to."

"yes I do."

"no you don't" 

"YES. I. DO" I gave up.

"thanks."

We left. 

Through the whole ride, the silence was deafening.

When I was about to get out of the car, he grabbed my wrist.

"don't worry, I won't tell anyone." I was relieved.

"thank you. I always knew you are nice" he smiled at me.

"see ya"

"see ya" I smiled and closed the car door.

When I got to the apartment, I silently opened the door, and I saw Marcus sitting at the kitchen counter, eating.

"morning"

"hi, ya feeling better?" I asked whilst hanging my coat up.

"I am good. You?"

"same" I said and got into my room.

I had to get my shit together. "I am going to shower just saying" I yelled

"okay" he said.

Eventually the a) point got real, and I cried my eyes out while standing under the pouring water.

I was sitting in the shower, with my back against the nice dark blue glazed tiles, and cried.

After an hour, Marcus knocked on the door. "everything's okay?"

I could've said no but I wanted to get away with the whole thing.

"yes" I yelled.

I got out of the shower, grabbed my towels, and dried my hair.

I forgot to mention, my mom threw a few boxes on the street and thank god someone gave them to me (my only friend from high school who had been bullied too, Anne), so when I got my clothes on I ran to the boxes and opened one. I got a call yesterday, we met up at her house and I have them now.

Childhood pictures.

"nope" I mouthed and closed the box, then went to my room.

I looked at Marcus at some point of my box opening. He was just poking his phone constantly.

I started filming a video.

"hi guys if you are wondering how I'm doing, then don't, because I want to know stuff about you" I poked towards the camera.