Marcel

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Marcel's POV•



After I had gotten myself cleaned up, I stood by my bedroom door, leaning on my desk as I waited for Riley to finish cleaning up as well. When she exited the bathroom, she playfully danced towards me. I laugh and wrap my arms around her waist once she reaches me.

"I love youuu." She sings, looking up at me, pursing her lips and I lean down to kiss her. Her lips are soft and swollen from the recent harsh contact with mine.

"I love you more." I nudge her nose with mine. 

"Not saying I don't like it but you're scary when we have sex, Mr. aggressive." She pulls me out of the room by my wrist and we walk towards the staircase. 

"Aw babe, I'm sorry. I seriously can't help it." I tell her apologetically. She turns around as she steps down on the first stair. 

"Did I say I didn't like it?" She raises her eyebrows before walking down the stairs and leaving me at the top of the staircase. I quickly follow behind her, my eyes landing directly on her bum. If I hadn't already come, I'd be stiffer than a corpse.

When we enter the kitchen, all eyes are on us. I look over at Riley but she only shrugs. We walk towards everyone occupying the kitchen and every last one of them has a smirk playing on their faces. 

"UHH MARCEL YES!" Ashley screams, mocking Riley and my eyes immediately go wide, my stomach turning. Aunt Layla smacks her arm with a scoff and whispers something in her ear.

"Um, we'll be in the living room." Mum says and she nods her head to the french doors leading to our living room. Fortunately, everyone follows her while Riley and I stay back in the kitchen.

"Babe, I'm um... I'm gonna run to the bathroom." Riley tells me nervously before walking away and disappearing down the hallway. I lean on the counter, letting out a sigh and wait for her to get back. The poor girl is probably so embarrassed after that little stunt Ashley pulled. Natasha walks into the kitchen and I look over at her with cautious eyes. I cross my arms to hide my clenched fists and she slowly struts towards me.

"Well well well." She smirks evilly, leaning on the counter beside me. "Mr. Marcel finally lost his virginity." Her voice is cold and filled of venom. I roll my eyes at the girl and turn my head away, not being able to stomach the sight of her. 

"Why is that any of your business?" I snap back defensively.

"Oh, but you wouldn't fuck me a year ago." She laughed at me mockingly.

"That's because you're disgusting, to be quite honest with you." I inform her and back up to sit on the stool. I'll look anywhere but at her. I feel her cold hand run up my arm and I finally look at the girl in front of me. 

"But Marcel.. I want you to make me feel that good." When the words leave her mouth, I know she's repeating the things Riley had just told me during our intimate moment. "I want you to fuck my tight pu-"

"Stop," I say, becoming irritable. "Please get away from me. I seriously want nothing to do with you Natasha. I don't even know why you thought it'd be okay to show up at my house. Friends with Ashley or not." I push her off of me and stand up from the bar stool.

"But you weren't saying that when I sucked your dick." She smiled, walking closer and closer. 

"I was asleep when you did that!" I defend. The sound of the sink running from the bathroom catches my attention and I look at Natasha. "If I were you, I'd back up because Riley will be out here any minute." I warn. 

She shrugs her shoulders and begins to walk away. "Wait until tonight. We're leaving tomorrow." She looks over her shoulder, winking at me like an idiot before disappearing into the living room. Riley walks in the kitchen and skips towards me. 

"Do you even understand how much I love you?" She asks with the sweetest smile on her face before nearly leaping into my arms.

I hold her small body close to mine, looking down at the beautiful girl. "How much?" I ask, smiling back.

"More than you'll ever know, that's for sure." She sticks her tongue out at me like a child. I chuckle at her actions and stare at her. How was I blessed with such an amazing girlfriend? Especially Riley Bale.


-FLASHBACK-


I was walking up the schools sidewalk when I was stopped by Conner. I sigh at his presence and lower my head.

"Well if it isn't Mr. Styles. Have you gotten your daily punch in the face yet?" He asks, genuinely interested in knowing the answer.

"Conner, please not today." I beg.

"Aw why not? Because your girlfriend Riley isn't here today to protect you?" He mocks the tone of a toddler. All I wanted to do was walk home.

"No that's not wh-"

Catching me completely off guard, he pushed onto the ground, wasting no time beginning to swing at me. He raises his fist and I flinch but he suddenly stops.

"Hey! Stop!" A female's voice yells in the distance and I immediately know who's voice it is. I look over and Riley is running towards us. "You hit him, and I will kill you in a heartbeat!" She tells Conner.

"Riley? What the hell are you doing here?" He looks frustrated when he stands up fast.

"I came to get my makeup work and I just so happened to see your big ass on top of Marcel." She says. "Conner, you need to leave him be. Stop putting your hands on him. Don't touch him, don't look at him, don't talk to him. I may be a girl but I will not hesitate to beat your ass." Her voice shows no ounce of amusement and he rolls his eyes before walking away from us.

"He didn't hit you, did he?" She kneels beside me on the ground and runs her hand over the top of my forehead then over my hair. I shake my head no and she sighs in relief.

"He's an asshole. Let me know if anyone puts their hands on you, Marcel." She says, giving me a sympathetic smile.