The day went on and school finally finished. I walked out my last class with Tiffany, my "friend".

"Oh my god, drake was totally checking me out!" She giggled.

"Yeah, he sure was." I said trying to sound amused by her topic.

"Hey, well I got to go, I'll see you tomorrow." I smiled and walked away as fast as I can in these heels.

When I was walking, I bumped into Marcel.

"I-I'm sorry." He stutters, looking down at his feet.

"It's fine.. what's wrong?" I asked suspiciously.

"Nothing. Lets go." He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the parking lot.

"I can walk you know." I said sarcastically.

"Yeah, but not fast enough."

We got in his car and he started the engine. I was waiting for him to pull out of the parking lot, but we just stood there.

"Um.. Are we going to go or not?" I asked.

"Not until you buckle your seat belt."

"Ugh. I'm fine, we are not going to crash, you know how to drive don't you?"

I never really liked to buckle my seat belt because it irritates me. It makes a rash on my neck and its not comfortable either. I know I should always buckle up because you could die, but to be honest, I have no problem dying right now. I'm not scared of death.

"Yes, but accidents can happen. Please just buckle up." He says.

"I told you, I'm fine." I said and crossed my arms.

He sighed and buckled my seatbelt for me.

"I can tell you're going to be very stubborn."

"I have been told." I said looking out the window.

We drove to a rich neighborhood. Then we stopped at a gorgeous house.

"Why did we stop?" I asked.

"We are here." He said, getting out of the car.

"Oh.."

Whoa. He lives in a huuuuge house! I'm not surprised. He dresses nice and has nice manners. It would have been a bonus to be his friend. Too late now. Marcel opened the door for me.

"Oh, uh.. Thanks." I smiled and got out.

As we were walking to his from door, I was admiring how beautiful his house was. Then as I took a step, I tripped and I fell into Marcel's arms. Wow, good reflex.

"Heh, thanks... again." I said getting up from his arms.

"You're welcome." He smiles.

We walk into his house and the first thing i notice is this huge chandelier on the ceiling. Then his mom comes down from the stairs.

"Oh hi!! I'm Marcel's mother, Juliann but you can call me Julie." She smiles and gives me a tight hug.

"Nice.. To .. M-meet .. You." I struggled.

"Mum you're killing her." Marcel says, embarrassed.

"Oh, sorry, dear. I'm just not used to having Marcel bringing over a girl." She smiles.

"Mum! Seriously?" He sighs."We are going to go study." He grabs me by my hand and pulls me upstairs.

I swear these stairs are made of gold! We walked down the hall and passed a bunch of doors. Then Marcel opened one on the far right and pulled me inside.

"I'm sorry about my mom, she is weird." He said putting down his backpack on the floor.

"It's fine. She seems really nice." I smiled as I sat down on the floor and put my backpack on my lap.

"Okay, lets start on page 65 in our math books." He pulled out a math book from his backpack and opened it to page 65.

I did the same. We started to do the problems on the page and I dozed off like always. I started to investigate Marcel. He is still very attractive. I mean, look at him! Dimples, green gorgeous eyes, perfect curled lips, ugghh! I can die from his looks. WHAT? No no no no no no no no! No! Emily, you are here to learn and not to be attracted to him.

"So now do you understand?" He says looking at me.

I stood there staring him, then the page, then back at him. I half smiled.

"Come on, Emily. You have to pay attention. Here do this problem on your own." He pointed to an equation and I started to work.

[STOMACH RUMBLING] Oh. I'm hungry. Good thing I got chips. I opened my bag and pulled out some lays potato chips and opened it. I grabbed a chip and out it into my mouth, my eyes never leaving the page. Then as I was about to take another bite, it got snatched from my hands.

"Hey. I was eating that." I whined, looking at Marcel who was holding the bag of chips.

"You are supposed to be working, not eating."

"Oh come on. Like you aren't in the mood for some lays chips. Huuuuhh??" I said trying to make him eat one.

"No. I'm not. I don't eat chips or sweets."

My mouth dropped open.

"Yes you have." I said not believing him.

"No I haven't. Mum never let me have any." He says looking at the bag of chips.

"Then try one! You have been missing out!"

"No way. Do you know how bad these things are?"

"Like I care.. Dude, you have to try some! It's awesome! Ill keep working if you eat some." I said crossing my arms.

"No come on, lets get serious."

"Nope. I will be as silly as I can unless you take a chip and eat it."

He stood there not believing me. I started to roll around on the ground and pretended I'm a seal. I looked like an idiot but I actually didn't care. Huh.

"Are you being serious right now?" He said.

I grabbed tape from his desk and put the end of the tape on my nose then to my forehead. This made me look like if I had plastic surgery on my nose.

"This nose is like totally real." I said in a girlish annoying voice.

Marcel chuckled.

I continued to do stupid crap like running around his room saying that he couldn't see me.

"Can't see me can you, can't see me can you can you? Can you? No. You can't."

He laughed, making him shut his eyes and his dimples appeared deeply. Aw! I would love to ki- no! No!

"Okay okay. Fine, ill eat one." He looked at me, then looked at the bag of chips.

"But only one." He reassured.

Then he grabbed a chip and ate it. He took a while to chew then he raised his eyebrows.

"Mm. These .. Are actually pretty good." He said grabbing another one.

"Yea, well it's mine." I tried to snatch it but he just moved it from my reach.

"Nu uh." He says smiling.

"Give me the bag. I'm starving!" I said and I pounced on him trying to grab the bag.

"No! It's mine!" He said as he struggled under my hold.

Then he flipped me over, so he was on top and straddled me. He ate some more chips. I was being tortured. He's eating in front of me! Then I thought for a while. I think Marcel is ticklish. I mean he is a nerd. Nerds must be ticklish. Then as he ate another bite, I poked his sides and he squirmed, smiling. Bingo.

"Is Marcel ticklish?" I said gasping.

"No.."

I did it again and didn't stop. He was laughing nonstop. I straddled him this time. Then I went to his neck and continued. He was laughing so hard, he was crying. He already let go of the chips but I actually enjoyed seeing him like this. Haven't seen it in a long time.

"S-stop.. P-pleeeaase!'" He laughed.

I stopped and grabbed the bag of chips. I smiled at him and got off of him. He sat up and took off his glasses while he wipes away the tears.

"Hah. I win." I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Yeah, whatever." He shrugs.

We studied the rest of the time we had. I played around most of the times though. I don't know why, he made me feel like if I wasn't popular. That's what I liked about it. We could do the most stupidest things and we wouldn't be judged by it.

"...... Is it.... Foooorrttyyyyyy twoooo?" I said unsure of my answer.

"Yup. That's good." He smiles.

The door opened and Marcel's mother came in.

"Hey, dinner's ready. Come on, Emily." She smiles, as she walks out.

"Lets go." Marcel gets up and gives me a hand.

We both walk down the stairs and we walked over to the kitchen. Whoa. The kitchen is very pretty!! And huge! It was all stainless steel. The refrigerator and the stove and the washing machine. We walked over to the dining table and sat down. I sat next to Marcel. We were served and Julie sat down across from us.

"So what your name dear?" She asks as she took a bite out of her chicken.

"Emily. Emily Baker." I smiled.

"That's a pretty name. So how did you and Marcel meet?"

"I'm her tutor." Marcel says for me.

"Oh." She smiled.

We all talked for the rest of dinner with her asking me a bunch of questions. Then it became really late so I asked Marcel to give me a ride home and he gladly accepted. I said goodbye to his mom and said thank you for the dinner. Then we got in the car and left.

"Your mom was really nice." I smiled.

"Hah, thanks. She is always like that." He pulled on the side of the sidewalk.

"Well, thank you for the ride, Marcel." I smiled and gave him a hug.

He got stiff at first then returned the hug. What's up with this?

"No problem."

I pulled away and got out.

"Good night." I smiled at him.

"Good night love." He smiles then he realizes what he said and turns away from my glance.

I closed the door and he drove away. That was weird. He called me love. But I got to admit, it gave me the butterflies. This doesn't meant anything. Does it?

Notes

HIII!! SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER.. IT WAS THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL AND IT CAN GET PRETTY BUSY.. SO YEA.. BUT HERE IT IS. I AM NOW GOING TO TRY TO UPDATE ALL THE OTHER STORIES. SORRY IF THIS CHAPTER WAS.. EH. BUT ILL TRY TO MAKE IT BETTER! :D ;D

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