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Beauty and The Geek

Chapter Two - Avery's POV

Warning(s)!: Sexual content (Crappy, but still), Self-Harm.
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Sticks and stones my break my bones but names ill pyschcoligically scar me...

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Chapter Two

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"Hey Geeks! So, if you didn't hear I'm not going to Comic-Con. Despite that fact that I really want to, I'm so broke that I can't.

Why are basic necessitiles so expensive? I mean like, toliet paper, bread, comic-con, milk, tampons, comic-con, ice-cream."

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Twitter: Hey guys! Hope that you liked my last vid! Xxx Aves!

Marcel got out of hospital. Cuts and bruises. He was okay. I can't believe that Cody would do that! My hand is linked with Marcel's as we walk from the ward. His eyes are hazy behind his glasses and I bite my lip. I'm worried about him. He hasn't said anything yet.

The sun has started to set on the hills and it's shinning a golden-red light over the city, bright lights have started to breeze the streets and it's catching the edge of Marcel's skin. It makes him look ... beautiful. I'm starting to realize that I think I like him. He's cute, funny, sweet and did I say cute?

I'm dressed in my XXL VidCon hoodie with super mini ripped shorts and yellow converse sneakers. Marcel in a sweater vest and slacks, "You okay, honey?"

Avery you dumb-shit. He just got beaten up. Of course he's not okay, "Sorry. Do you want me to stay over at yours?"

"R-really?"

"If you want me too?"

"I-I'd l-like that." Marcel follows me as I open the door to my rusty-red pick up truck. Walking over to the other side. When I stick the key in, it rumbles to life and I looked over at Marcel. His eyes are staring at the floor.

I pres the gas and we shoot from the lot. Marcel's eyes are still on his shoes and I can tell that he's hiding something. We're about half-an-hour from home when I pull over on the side of the free-way.

"What's up Marcel?"

"W-what do you m-mean?"

"You've barely said anything to me today."

He lightly mutters something under his breath that I don't catch. I lean over from my side of the car and ask him to say that again, "I-I said your l-legs go f-for-forever in those s-shorts."
Well, that's a shocker. I didn't think that Marcel thought about me like that. I swing my legs over onto Marcel's lap and crawl onto him, "I didn't know that you were a leg-man." My lips brush against his neck. He stutters uncontrollably as my lips travel along his jawline. My hands start tracing patterns on his upper thighs.

"Is that a compass in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" I smirk.

"O-Oh that?" He blushes. My lips attach themselves to his pulse point and his lightly moans, "A-Avery. That-that f-feels a-a-amazing,"

My hands slide to the front of his pants, "Anything to make you feel good, sweetie." I bite down on his neck hard enough to leave a bruise.

"W-what are y-you doing?" He says as he slides his hands over mine.

I ignore his question and smirk, "Have you ever kissed a girl?" I wink.

"N-no I h-haven't." He blushes.

I draw my lips away from my neck and whisper into his ear, "Can I please be the first?"
"C-can you p-p-please be my f-first everything?"

"Happily." I softly press my lips against his. Despite the fact that he knows that I'm going to kiss him, he seems worried, "Don't worry, Marcel. I won't hurt you, trust me." I link my pinkie with his and then I bring them down again.

My hands work there way under his sweater vest and quickly break the kiss to pull it off him. I start unbuttoning his shirt and pulling away his tie.

"D-Don't y-you want to go a little s-slower?"

I nod and smile. My brown eyes drop to his toned abs. I didn't know that he worked out. I lightly start to trace a diamond against his skin and his nervous hands lightly push up the base of my VidCon hoodie. I sink a little lower in his lap and my eyes widen when I feel the size of him, "S-sorry." He stutters, eyes awkwardly looking away from mine.

"Honey, don't be sorry for something like that." I rock my hips against his, lightly moaning at the friction. As I lean forward, my lips make contact with Marcel's. My tongue brushes against his lips and he opens his mouth. His tongue lightly brushes with mine and I smile into our kiss. He's kind and sweet and he's not pushing me. How could anyone hate him?

His hands work themselves up to my bra and start looking for the clip. I calmly break the kiss and pull my hoodie and the tank I was wearing under from my body. I'm not exactly in the most sexy bra ever. It's not from Victoria's Secret. In fact, I brought it 3 years ago at the Comic-Con. It's got Batman on it.

Marcel's eyes widen when he see's my breasts. I find this reveling as the fact as the last guy I was with, was sad/pissed when he saw my boobs.

"A-Avery."

"Marcel."

"C-can I?" I nod and his hands slowly move to touch them. My head falls back as I moan. Marcel looks worried but he keeps going when I rock my pelvis against his growing member. I roll my shoulders and Marcel's lips touch my covered breasts. I feel my breath swell in my lungs as Marcel's hands rest on my hips.

I pull Marcel's hands from my boobs and reach behind me. He ducks his head with shame. I'm not sure why until I realize that he thinks that he thinks he's done something wrong. I pull my very un-sexy bra from my skin. Marcel hasn't looked up, so I press my denim clad center against his boner. He intakes a sharp breath and looks up.

"A-Avery." I don't need to tell him this time as he lightly kisses my nipple. His other hand goes to my other boob as he starts to fiddle with it. Marcel continues with the light kissing, sucking and biting until I can't feel myself anymore.

I whisper from him to stop and I quickly reach down to unzip him. He looks at me and I whisper, "Trust me, okay?"

He nods and I start to pull his pants down his ankles. My eyes fall to his boxers. The large bump draws my hands. I scoot my legs between his knees and I'm face-to-face with his excited friend. I look up at him through my lashes. He looks worried as I've settled myself in the foot hole in the passenger-side of the car.

I'm currently feeling like a greasy pig on a slippery slide. Nice thought, right? If only Marcel knew what he was doing to me.

I carefully bring my hand to rest over his cock and my eyes go wide at the feel of him. He bites his lip, preventing a moan from escaping as I squeeze up and down.
My salivating mouth is brought to his supposed tip, the boxers between us. I can feel him twitch and I smirk, hooking my fingers at the top of his underwear before sliding it down.

My eyes boggle and I instinctively lean back. He's bigger then anyone that I've ever been with before.

I gently kiss the tip and Marcel's hands tangle into my hair. I lick up his most prominent vein on the underside of his shalf before wrapping my hand around him and twisting. My mouth sucks the first two inchs and his hips buckle up.

His delicate fingers tighten in my hair and my moans vibrate around him, "A-Avery. P-please stop." Okay this is getting weird. Most guys are basically beggin' you to do that. And that's the nicer ones.

"Whats wrong?"

"I-I need you." I smile at his innocence and pull myself from the ground. Marcel's shaky hands start to lightly pull at the waist band of my shorts. I yank the useless denim from my hips and Marcel gasps as he sees my even less sexy underwear. Fuck this, they have SuperMan on them. For the record, I'm normally wearing something a billion times sexier but today I didn't think that I was going to get any, so #YOLO.

"Are you sure about this Marcel?" I say as I settle myself on his lap. Only my SuperMan underwear is now stopping us from being connected in the most intimate of ways.

"Y-yes."

"Okay." I press a chaste kiss to his cheek and reach for my bag. Okay, yes. I do carry condoms around with me. Pulling one from my bag, I rip it open and slide it onto Marcel. His glasses covered eyes are filled with lust and I'm guessing mine are too.

I slide my underwear not panties from my legs and start to slowly push myself onto Marcel. We intake breath and I lean my forehead against his. We're joined.

My lips meet his in a smooth, soft and sweet kiss as I gently start to move my hips against his. He moans loudly and I press my lips against his in a heated kiss. My eyes close and as I feel a wave of heat brushing over my body. I can feel my insides turning around like a washing machine and my hand finds it's way down to my clit.

I push my hips faster and faster, breath rapidly increasing as I feel myself going higher and higher. The pressure on my fingers speeds up until I feel Marcel's awkward hand push it away and do it himself. His fingers are rougher then mine and I feel the heat in the pit of my stomach rising, "M-Marcel! I'm-" I can't finish my sentence before I find myself falling into a pit of blackness. Marcel isn't far behind me.

When my vision returns from normal, I straighten my glasses and look over at Marcel. Sweat has started to curl his hair and beads of it are scattered all over his toned body. I rest my face in the join between his neck and shoulder. My chest feels like it's going to burst.

"Marcel?" I whisper.

Nothing.

I slide myself from him and pull my underwear back on. Marcel starts to follow my reactions. I'm about to pull my hoodie over my body when Marcel grabs my arm, "W-what are these?" He asks.

Those. I forgot about them.

"Nothing Marcel." I lean over and open the door. The cold night air hits me light a brick. The moon is shinning down on us as the light patters along the grass. I jump onto it and start to walk away from the car.

Marcel quickly starts to follow me.

"Shit." I mutter. Tree's start to catch on my hair and I stumble into a clearing. I look around. The moonlight is skimming along a small pond and the green grass is lightly tickling the soles of my feet.

I fall to the ground. Those stupid marks. Those stupid scars. Those stupid fresh wounds. Stupid Avery. How could you forget about them? Them.

- Flash Back [Avery Small's POV. Age: 14] -

"Ugly!" Alice's words burn into my skin. I feel everyone staring at me. I hate this school. I hate everyone here. No one likes me. My shoulders drop when I see my crush, Cody, laughs and kisses Alice lightly.

A mental knife lands itself in my stomach. I... I'm dying on the inside. "Freak!" I lightly touh my right cheek. It's got a large birthmark that takes up most of the right side of my face. Everyone sees my skin before they see me.

"You look like a wrong anwser that someone tried to erase nut couldn't quite get the job done!"
I run from them. To the Girls' bathroom. Locking myself from them in a stall, I close my eyes. When I open my eyes again, I pull the razor from my pocket. Staring at my badly scarred wrist, I drag it across my once innocent flesh.

Red.

Brigth red blood falls from my wrist to the white tile floor.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will psychologically scar me.

- End Flashback -

I spot Marcel from the corner of my eye. His hair is messy and his shirt isn't tucked in and it's barely done up. I've given up again.

"A-Avery... P-Please don't harm y-yourself, you are b-better than that. D-Don't harm that pretty skin..."

"I'm so s-sorry," I hiccup. Tears are started falling down my cheeks. The foundation that is covering my birthmark has started to run and when I go to push away the tears, I realize that Marcel can see it, "I'm s-so sorry, Mars. I try n-not too. M-Music helps me. B-But sometimes, I can't f-fend it off and I just have to c-cut."

"I w-wish you d-didn't c-cut yourself. M-my friend u-used to. H-have you t-tried the b-butterfly p-project?"

"No. W-what is it?"

Notes

Sorry that it's now rated NC-17 my lovelies. And if my sex scene sucked... I'm a virgin so thank the help of fanfiction...

Sorry this update took so long!

Dedicated to : Mrs. Payne & unicorn.head

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Comments

@NarniaFallingAway
Np keep up the good work!
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11/25/13
@Trinity_horan

Aww thank-you! That means so much to me, I love you. You've made my day!! Thanks xx
I love your stories their amaZayn
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11/25/13
@Chloe_styles

No worries :P
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