Left Behind (Marcel FanFiction)

{Olivia's POV}



"I'll call you when I get home, yeah?" Luke smiled as he kissed me again. It was the end of the day and I had to stay back to do some extra work.

I smiled, "alright, babe."

"See ya, beautiful!" Luke called as he jogged off to meet up with Chet.

I sighed and turned around, walking back into the empty hallway. It was actually silent and I smiled at it, happy to finally be away from everything. My eyes flickered to the large sign about Prom. I felt myself frown a bit. Yeah, I know it's sad. I really like Luke, I do. But part of me feels like saying yes to prom with him was a mistake. I felt like someone else wanted to take me and I should have waited for them. Who that might be? I have no clue.

I walked to my locker, dialing the combination and opening the door. A note slipped out. I raised an eyebrow. I picked it up from it's place on the floor and unfolded it. It read:
Olivia,
I know you have Luke. I know you hate me. I know you're going to prom with that goon. I know you're in love with him.
But I want us to talk, without arguing. Can we do that? Please. I'm so sorry for the sudden change in my attitude and everything I did to you. I really am. I just want to talk. Meet me outside the school at 3 PM.
I hope to see you there.
- Marcel. xx


I gasped a bit and read the note like five more times. Marcel wanted to talk to me? About what though? I grabbed my phone from my pocket and checked the time. 2:30. Half an hour. I could get some work done in that time. I slammed my locker shut after getting my books and slipped the note into my backpack. I made my way to the music room, and pulled my books out to begin the work, checking back at the time every few minutes.


I finished 4 papers at about 2:54 and decided to walk out to meet Marcel. My heart was racing a million miles a minute and my throat was dry. I was so afraid of fighting with him again, so afraid of everything. I was afraid of my relationship with the new Marcel. I gulped as I opened the door.. and there he stood.

"Hi.." I greeted, my voice nothing but a whispered.

Marcel turned around a gave me a small smile, "you came."

"What do you need?" I asked, stepping down the final stair and looking him in the eyes.

He sighed, "I need to apologize to you."

"Save your breath." I shook my head.

"Why?" Marcel asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It won't be sincere, Marcel." I sighed and turned, walking back into the school. I couldn't believe he thought he could pull that crap with me. I felt a tear in my eye as I heard the metal doors slam open. I turned around to see Marcel stomping toward me, fast.

"Marcel, what are yo-" before I could finish my sentence, I was pinned against a wall with Marcel's lips against mine. I was shocked, but found myself kissing back. His arms laid on my waist while mine tangled in his messy locks. The kiss was passionate and I felt the sparks and fireworks I never felt with Luke. I couldn't believe this was happening. It was so.. wow. I had wanted this for so long, now I had it.

Marcel was the one to pull away and look me dead in the eyes, "Now, was that sincere?" then he walked off, leaving me in a cloud of confusion.

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