Up In Flames

New Clothes

Today was my first day of my new and profound self. Marca and I had spent the afternoon buying me new clothes, clothes that reflected my true self. It was still so hard to believe that I was actually a demon from Hell. Even harder to believe, Marca - Marcellus - and I were in love and always destined to find each other. 

Over the span of the afternoon and this morning, I had grown into my old personality. Dark, gloomy, rebellious. Bitchy, to be quite simple. A complete contrast of who I was a day ago. 

I woke up feeling confident in my new self, and I was exited to see Marca. I had to make him proud of my efforts of clothes.  So I got out of bed that morning, brushed my hair, making it wavy. Which always seems to happen, but later it goes into beautiful natural curls. I did my makeup, black eyeliner with a grey shimmer eye shadow and luscious lashes. Then I chose to wear a black leather jacket, black jeans and a fishnet shirt over a solid black crop top.

I took a final glance in the mirror, nodded at my reflection and headed off to school.

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When I got to school, I strutted in like I owned the place and went to find Marca. I found him sitting with Sylvia, looking bored and scrolling on his phone. No one else must've been at school yet. I walked over, and sat down in between them, where there was a space big enough for me to fit.

"Well, hey, new person," Sylvia joked. "Don't you look hot."

I chuckled and returned her bravado. "Only for you, babe," and I winked and blew her an air kiss.

Marca snickered oh-so gently, it was about the first time I had ever heard his laugh. Even if it was tiny and short. It was cute, to say the least. And it was infectious. He was infectious. Every second I spent with him, I remembered our relationship and our affection. I felt comfortable with him, and now I knew why. Now I knew why I had felt comfortable with him from the moment we met. Well, in this life, at least.

It was when we touched that I remembered. He had explained who I was and what we were. And from then, it felt unbelievable. Like it wasn't real. But as the fog faded from my memories, I knew what we were. I knew everything. And I wanted everything that we had been. I wanted to be back home. I wanted my father's appreciation again. I wanted the love that Marca and I had kept secret for so long. 

Marca. 

I knew what I wanted. 

And I wanted him.

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Sorry for the short chapter! I just wanted this suspense to build. I'll try and post again withing the next day or two. Also, since this was a short chapter, I couldn't find a competition question, so it will be skipped this one.

Nas is still upset so it will still be a while before she will be writing her chapters again. I love you Nas, feel better xx