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Warning(s): Sexaul content, character death and swearing from way to many people to count. Mostly Hannah.

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"This is wrong." I mumble against his lips.

"I k-know."

"I don't care. I'm not going to stop." I pull my top off and then yank off my bra. His hands go to straight to my breasts.

"They're too fucken small." I complain.

"They're p-perfect, just like you."

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Chapter Five

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"Oh God. I look so ugly. I thought that you where meant to make me beautiful?" I say as I look in my mirror. Louis and Niall have been doing my make-up.

"You look beautiful, Avery." I laugh and slap him away.

"I look hiddious."

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I can't believe them. Boys are so immature. No. Not immature. Ed punched Louis. He punch Louis and now he has a black eye.

Harry called me shit and Ed thinks I'm a whore. I am though. I made-out with Louis in the library and started to give Marcel a hand-job in History. Fuuuck. My ex-boyfriend. I hate my life so much.

Let's do this. I get up from my bed and look around the room. My eyes catch myself in my full-length mirror. My hair is wild from restless sleep, eyes dark around the edges and my clothes messy. I'm in a Play-List Live XXS tank top and Victoria's Secret boyshorts.

I run from my room and run into Hannah. Her hair is messed up and her eyes sparkling with lust, "What do you want Aves with the Brown Eyes?"

"Fuck off Hannah."

"Fuck you asshole! At least I'm not fucking my best friend and the nerd boy."

"Hannah, I'm busy so I don't have time for your shit. Go and pierce your face again." I walk away from her and I'm guessing that I pissed her off because the next thing that I know, she's thrown her converse sneaker at my head.

I roll my eyes at Hannah and continue to race down the stairs. As I leave Hannah calls out, "Have a nice fucken life whore and don't come home!"

Lucky for me, my brothers have my back, "Fuck of Hannah! No one likes you!" Ryan calls out and then Greg says, "You're a stupid whore Hannah! Stop fucking Ed and break up with Brad! Or stop fucking Ed and get back with Brad!"

"Thanks guys." I mutter under my breath. I just learned that Hannah's been getting it on with Ed. And she calls me a whore?

I walk over the lobby and outside. Rain has started to drizzle down and I feel droplets of rain catching in my messy hair. The clear liquid falls past my lips and runs down my body. I can't go inside, Ed and Harry would kill me.

Okay, Marcel's house is a duplicate of mine. Marcel's room is the same that Hannah's is at ours and ... fuck. Hannah's has a fire escape. Is Marcel in his room is my main worry. #YOLO. Let's do this. I run across his lawn, mud sticking to my feet. The fire escape is rusted and I might cut the feet. It will be worth it if Marcel's in there.

The rails are slippery when I start to climb. I'm slightly worried that I might fall but I have I'm pretty good at climbing. When I reach the window that leads to Marcel's room, I spot him. He's at his desk. My numb fingers tap on the window and he looks over at me, "Open the window, please!" I yell.

He frowns but comes over to open it any way. Thank the Lord. He offers me a hand inside and I clamber in. I shake my damp hair and look over to Marcel. He walks away from me, back to his desk. I follow him.

"W-Why are -you here?"

"Because I love you." My lips crash down to his is a hot frenzy. My hands weave themselves into his hair and my hips grind into his.

He pushes me off him, "W-What a-a-are you d-doing?"

"I need you, Marcel. I missed you."

"D-Don't you have L-Lewis."

"Louis. And no, he's just my best friend. You're my boyfriend. And I missed you."

"A-Avery. We-we b-broke up."

"And I want to get back together. You're everything that I ever wanted. You're funny, nice, smart and unbelievably sexy."

"N-No I'm n-not."

"Yes you are Marcel. And I want you." I bring my lips back down to his and he doesn't push me away. In-fact he kisses me back. His tongue bushes my lips and his hands reach up my top, stroking my back. I moan into his mouth and he takes this chance to lightly bite my tongue. My hips press themselves against his and then ... his hand unclip my bra. He breaks the kiss to help me pull off my vest.

"This is wrong." I mumble against his lips.

"I k-know."

"I don't care. I'm not going to stop." I pull my top off and then yank off my bra. His hands to straight to my breasts.

"They're too fucken small." I complain.

"They're p-perfect, just like you. I c-can't believe that y-you're wearing t-that. I-It's s-so..."

"Slutty." I murmur.

"Y-Yes. N-Nice bra."

"Better then my BatMan one?" Today's is a flowery one with black lace. And so far unknown to Marcel, I'm wearing a matching thong.

"Way b-better."

"I'm glad. Is my bra making you like ..." I nod down to his track pants, " ... that?"

"N-No. That's y-you."

My hands pull off his Joker top and my lips press kisses along his hairless chest, "I missed you."
"I m-missed you t-too."

"I can tell." I say lightly as my hand trace along the edges of his pants. There's a large bulge that has caught my eye, "Does you friend here want to play?"

Marcel's eyes flutter shut and I sit Marcel down on his desk. I pull his pants down fling them off. Pressing kisses up his right calf, his fingers intertwine into my damp hair. My kisses continue up his leg until I reach the very edge of his boxers.

"A-Avery." He says in a raspy breathy voice. He's such a fucking turn-on. I stop and he moans my name again. My lips go to his other leg and re-start the game.

"Stop b-being s-such a tease."

"Never." I say as my tongue licks the edge of his leg. His fingers tighten their grip and I say, "Good things come to those who wait."

My fingers loop around he elastic of his boxers and pull them down. My eyes widen we I see the size of him. I swear that he's bigger then last time. I moan and I lightly start to lick the edges.

Hannah's POV

I hate my sister. She needs to mind her own business. I wonder where she went any ways.
She probably went to fuck one of her play-boys. Greg and Ryan always take her side. Avery's side.
She's just so fucken perfect.

She's pretty, smart, witty and she's just perfect in general. Her YouTube account has millions over subscribers. She's smart, an A++ student. Athletic, top of the track team. Funny and friendly. No one thinks that we are related. She's got long brown hair, creamy milk brown eyes and flawless pale skin. It's a bit darker then mine but I tend to break out with bright red pimples. She's thin and very short. Guys' throw her over there shoulders, give her piggy back rides and lift her up into the air.

Avery's pretty and perfect. I envy her.

What I am worth against her.

I frown and I can see right into Marcel's room form mine. Avery's in there, I think. Marcel's windows are closed but I can see the silhouette of two people kissing.

Shaking my head at her I walk over to my wardrobe, I pull out a length of rope. I beginning to make the familiar shape. A noose. Today's the day. I move into my bathroom and tie the rope onto the shower rail.

I open up my bathroom cabinet and pull out my letter. Tucking it in my pocket, I step up onto the edge of the bath. Sliding my head into the noose, I close my eyes and drop.

Avery's POV

Marcel's arms are tangled around my waist and my head is resting in the crook of his neck, "Are we back together, Mars?"

"D-Do you want t-to be?"

"More then anything."

"I l-love you, A-Avery."

"You do?"

"I-If you don't l-love me then i-it's okay." He sighs, some tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I do love you, it's just no one has ever said that to me before."

"S-Say it."

"I love you Marcel. I love you Marcel. You're everything that I've ever wanted, never leave me, promise?"

"I p-promise."

I lightly kiss his cheek and he smiles. You're so awkward Marcel.

"I should go home. It would be a bit awkward if Harry or Ed saw me in the morning..."

"Okay. Do you want me to help you sneak out?"

"Thanks Mars." We get out of the bed and start to find some of our clothing. Marcel just puts some boxers on, I get all my clothing apart from my thong. I'm leaving Marcel a little surprise...

I press a kiss against his cheek again and we quietly run down the stairs. Ed is texting someone and we can't see Harry. Marcel pulls me into the kitchen and swings me over his shoulder. He's a lot stronger then I thought. I bite my lip and smirk. When he drops me onto the counter and opens the window behind me.

"Get o-out." He whispers in my ear, "I love y-you."

"Text me, honey." I wink and climb out. I'm pretty sure that Marcel can see that I'm not wearing panties because when I turn around to blow him a kiss, his cheeks are bright red. I laugh under my breath as I run back to my house.

I already miss Marcel's hot skin slamming into mine and I want to go back but I should go and say sorry to Hannah.

And thank Greg and Ryan for standing up for me.

When I get into my room, I change into fat pants with a hoodie and start to make my way towards' Hannah's room. I feel bad. I'll tell her I'm sorry, we'll hug and watch CSI together. That's what we do.
I lightly knock on the door, "Hans?"

Nothing.

I open her door. The walls are black, ceiling, floor. Everything. "Hannah? Are you in here?" I walk around her room. I haven't been in her room in years. Hannah's changed so much in years. I miss her.

"Hannah?" Bathroom! I walk into her bathroom and scream.

Notes

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