Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

Part 17

Marilyn's POV:

"Fucking bastard!" Niall's voice booms my ears and Marcel and I start to panic.

There was no waiting or standing around like idiots and not trying to stop the fight. I scurried in there and I could see Niall and Zayn rolling around on their backs beating there faces alive.

Stephanie stands alone against the sinks unsure what to do.

"Hey! Get off each other!" I yell at them but they continue to rip each other's head off.

I start to grab Niall's arm who was now on top of Zayn punching him in the jaw, not even stopping for Zayn to catch his breath. Niall smacks my hand away.

"Marilyn don't even try stopping them" Marcel says behind me.

"Well we can't constantly leave them on the floor when one is about to die!" I say referring to Zayn. I didn't think Niall would probably win this fight.

I try to get Niall's arm again only for him to stumble backwards now, Zayn holding his nose with his hand. Blood was dripping onto Zayn's black jeans as he gets up and punches Niall's jawline.

"Zayn stop!"

"Stay out of this freak!" He yells at me but I don't listen to him.

I push Zayn off Niall and he falls sideways. "You bitch!" He starts to move towards me now, Niall in between and before I knew it I could see his hand flying into my face, ready to face the harshness of his cold hands.

But they don't come. I open my eyes not realizing I had them close in the first place, Marcel is standing next to me his arm in front of my face. What just happen?

I look at him for a brief moment to have him stare back at me with widen eyes.

"You little son of a bitch!" I turn my attention back to Zayn who walks towards us but Niall is quick to trip him on the floor before he could do anything to harm us.

The bell rings signaling us all that is time for our next hour but no one moves a muscle, Zayn coughs out blood and Niall flinches at the sight before getting up. The two idiots faces nearly bruised. And Stephanie is nowhere in sight, probably to scared to see the incident go any further.

"Lunch is over go back to your-, what in gods name is going on!?"All heads snap up to a security who is standing near the door that was wide open.

We're in load of trouble.

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Marcel and I are seated in the principles office waiting for him to come back and shoot us with questions. It's been four minutes since he left but not yet has he come back.

"W-what do you think is going to happen?" Marcel whispers to me turning my attention to him now.

I don't know what I saw in Marcel right now but he wasn't that little wimpy nerd everyone called him. Right now he was a satisfied angry boy who probably didn't mean to hurt a fly, but Zayn wasn't a fly, he was a black bumble bee. Marcel was the fly, but the fly had enough of it and started to mess with the bumble bee.

And he wasn't little either, he had his winning and satisfaction is what he got, hopefully.

"I have no idea" I shrugged.

I heard him exhale after the only attention I was paying to was the floor.

What WAS going to happen to us?

"Marilyn I'm sorry a-about what happen, you probably don't even want to talk to me anymore.." He whimpers.

"Marcel, there's nothing to be sorry about, what you did was the best thing you have done. I would've been black and blue right now if you haven't punch him in the face" I shakily laugh because it was the truth. I just can't believe Zayn would have hit a girl, let alone me.