The last thing the town of Weaver expects is another white guy. Yet, here comes Jackson.
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To Dani, one thing was clear, the other white guy had every intention to leave the town of Weaver from the moment he...
Marcel Gregory imagine attached (just picture more of a goatee, lol)
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"This can't be happening..."
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Marcel Gregory was born the same year that Danielle Jackson was born. To her dismay, he was born the same month too only for them to end up living side by side.
She assumed that that was one of the reasons he thought they'd be good together. And with that she could strongly disagree because she never liked him that way and not because of the goatee- that came later- but because he was a little too straight forward.
Because he was also annoying.
He was too persistent and too darn stubborn.
Dani could write a list of why Marcel Gregory was not the guy for her and somehow the list had a new item that knocked every other thing she ever thought of out of the water.
"This can't be happening..." she mumbled.
He. Was Screwing. Her. Mother. Her mother! The woman that gave birth to her. The woman who could be his mother too. The woman she respected most in the world?
"Pumpkin, calm down," her mother cooed, "Let's sit and talk about this?"
"This? What even is this?"
"Danielle."
It all made her head hurt. Her eyes water and her stomach turned as the cold pizza wiggled to the tune of her current chaos. Her mind ran a lap around the scenario and she still couldn't stomach it.
It was seared into her brain, forever to be a personal nightmare. The shirt her mother held to her naked chest slipped and the side of her boob was on display for both of them.
Unbelievable.
Danielle ran off. She didn't even realize she was running until she heard the front door slam behind her and she was dashing across the front lawn like a mad Olympian. She swore she heard her mother and Marcel calling after her but she couldn't be sure. And she hoped not.
Her mother and Marcel...
It must have been a dream. Maybe she was sicker than she thought she was and fainted after leaving school and right now she was in the back of an ambulance. Any minute they would shout "Clear!" and she'd be jolted awake by electricity.
"Dani! Stop!"
Or not.
She glanced over her shoulder and it was Marcel. He had spent time to find his shirt, slipping into it as he chased her, but he had forgone his shoes. His bare feet slapped against the tarred road as he gained speed on her. Dani wasn't particulary athletic but it seemed like Marcel was.
