Catalina’s P.O.V
I did a 360 in the mirror to look at myself and critic the smallest things that weren’t right. I gave up and walked over to grab my phone from the bed, I clicked on the message Icon and started texting taylor.

Tay:
Is there a lot of people there?

I looked over at the clock; it was only 9:10. So there shouldn’t be that many people yet. I walked over to the window; to check if Harry was here….he’s late! – My thoughts were interrupted by the incoming text.

Yeah, there’s like a big group…..but it’s not a HUGE group. That doesn’t come till later. Hey where are you, are you on your way?

I looked out the window one more time expecting Harry to pull up any second, but my wish didn’t come true.

I’m at home, but I’ll be there in like ten minutes or so. I’ll see ya later.

I slipped the phone in my back pocket, and grabbed my jacket off the bed. I slowly made motion for my door – maybe if I stall he’ll get here faster. I walked slowly down the steps; not in a hurry to leave, I made my way over to the door. I peeped out the window beside it, just to see an empty, dark, scary street.

I braced myself and walked out, I hugged myself tightly; locking in some heat. After finishing my way down the path, I turned to go down the sidewalk heading towards Taylor’s house.
At first I was staring at the ground, thinking of how mad I was at Harry. Why would he be late? That’s totally not like him; he’s in big trouble with me.

I dropped out of my thought, and glared around at the different shades of darkness and shadow’s, that was scaring the living shit out of me.

I picked up the speed forgetting I was alone, i turning to look behind me and on the sides of me. I hear a rattle and a garbage can tilts over behind me, I stop and turn around. I didn’t see anything. Not one movement. I turned back frontwards and run right into a very muscular chest; that made me stumble back and fall on my ass. “What the hell”

I wipe off the excess dirt that was on my jeans, before looking up at the person. I squinted my eye’s barely able to see who it was. He didn’t walk forward towards me, he just stayed in the shadow darkness hiding his face.

He watched as I got up. What a gentleman! Thanks for helping me up asshole. I regained my balance, before walking closer to get a better look at the tall man.

Hey, I recognized that bad boy smile and that scary, caution walk away! He’s no good for you posture.
“Marcel?” I whispered it, like his name was a secret that I didn’t want the neighborhood to know.

He walked closer now. His eyes were greenish, bluish. The moonlight twinkled in his eyes making them more vibrant and alive. He grazed my cheek bones with his cold, hard knuckles before placing them back in his pockets.

I was scared for my life, he’s bad. Just the way he talk and the way he stands and dress. My alter ego told me to get the hell away! But he’s obviously not harmless after he gave me that welcoming touch.

I studied his eyes. They were looking at me from head to toe like a piece of fine art. I opened my mouth to start a conversation, but I closed it. Suddenly a voice popped in my head, making me forget about Marcel and his intense eye stare.

Where are you angel, you’re not at home!
I focused more on the thought. Okay this is so creepy. Marcel knew something was up by the way my expression changed. “He’s talking to you?”

I shook my head. What! Why would I say that! He opened his mouth again “You can block it out love, try it”
I looked at him like he was crazy, what? Why would I do that?
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Harry’s P.O.V
She didn’t respond to me. Where the hell is she?

Since Marcel’s been on the loose, I hate for her to go out alone. I’m here to pro—no kill—no I don’t know. But she’s mine for right now, she was left in my hands. My responsibility; I peeked up at her window one more time. The light’s weren’t on, the house looked dead.

I started up the car and headed down the street. My knuckles tightened around the steering reel, my heart beat speed up. I tried to calm myself, exclude all the bad thoughts out of my head. Maybe Taylor picked her up? Or maybe she’s already there? I looked at the time on the dash board 9:30, the party started at 9:00, so she has to be at the party. I continued looking down the sidewalks, for any sudden movement or human like figure.

I turned off my head lights, as I slowly eased down the streets. My eyes caught a shape before my mind could process.

It was Catalina.

I was about to speed up when I noticed a figure standing there with her. I parked slowly by the curb, only a few inches away from them. I turned off the engine and absorbed, her having a conversation with another…man…I think.

I lean back in the seat; rubbing my bottom lip. God she looked hot right now! But that’s not the case; I sunk lower in the seat, hoping they won’t see me.

She was really into this conversation.

What the hell? I scooted closer towards the wheel, and squinted my eyes trying to focus more sharply on the figure.

Is that….that can’t be…is that Marcel?

I stood up more confident in the seat now, my veins filled with overprotectiveness. I told him to stay away! I told him to leave her alone!

Notes

WHOAAAAAA!!! it's sooo cute when he's over protective!!!


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