Styles Triplets

The rain was relentless as the soccer game finished. Nessa went to congratulate Ari on her amazing game, but Marcel and Edward caught her attention mid-conversation.

Ari walked out just in time to save Marcel's face from being smashed in by Edward. After Edward passively gave Marcel's back a burning glare and stiff middle finger, Marcel stalked off of the field.

Marcel looked angry and conflicted. Nessa's subconscious was screaming 'Run after him you idiot!'

Nessa took off into the halls connecting to the field, which of course happened to be the locker rooms. Due to the soaking condition of Nessa's clothing, hair, and shoes; she slipped walking into the boy's locker room creating a loud crash that reverberated throughout the empty room.
When Nessa looked up Marcel was rounding the corner of the lockers wearing a soaking uniform and socks, but no cleats.

"Are you okay Nessa?"

"Yeah sorry, I don't mean to seem like a pervert walking into a male locker room."

Marcel chuckled and said, "It's okay. Sometimes it feels like I have a stalker or personal fan."

Nessa felt the blood rush to her cheeks. "Oh...ummm."

Marcel's laugh rung throughout the room. "I'm only kidding Nessa."

In attempts to change the incredibly awkward situation to barely tolerable, Nessa searched for a new topic desperately.

"So are you okay? You looked upset when you ran off the field."

"I'm fine." His short response threw Nessa off. He had never talked to her like that before.

"Oh...okay. I'm sorry. I'll just leave you alone."

"No please. I'm sorry I am such an arse. Please...stay."

That was a complete change of mood. Who knew Marcel had a mood similarity to his other brothers?

"Do you want to talk about anything in particular...or?"

"Oh! Yeah why don't we sit down." said Marcel.

Marcel led Nessa to a set of benches in between the lockers and he sat facing her.

"Do you ever just feel like you want something you can't have?"

All the time! She thought desperately, instead answering, "Sure, but doesn't everyone?"

"I guess, but this time it's different."

"Oh, I'm sorry. That sucks...why can't you have it?"

"Because my brother wants the same thing."

Nessa wasn't sure what he meant. Did Edward or Harry want Nessa or did Marcel want Kat or Ari?

"I hope you work it out. I know you'll make the right decision Marcel."

"Wow...thanks Nessa."

"Sure..."

Nessa noticed Marcel was leaning in closer. Nessa's subconscious was everywhere at once not knowing what to think. WHAT IS HE DOING?! IS HE GOING TO KISS ME?! WE'VE NEVER BEEN KISSED BEFORE! WHAT IF IT'S BAD? CAN YOU BE A NATURAL AT KISSING????

Marcel paused right before his lips were touching Nessa's and she could feel his nervous breaths on her mouth.

"Is this okay?"

Nessa had no words so she just nodded furiously. Marcel chuckled as his mouth connected with hers.

His lips were so soft and gentle. Marcel must be a good kisser, though how could Nessa know?

The initial shock that Marcel, her crush, was kissing her had worn off and Nessa began to reciprocate. Following Marcel's lead Nessa leaned her head to the right and moved her lips in sync with his.

Marcel sighed and made the kiss seem deeper and heavier.

Suddenly the door flew open and slammed the wall with anger. Ari stood in the hall looking extremely pissed.

"Marcel you twat! What did you do this time!?"

Seeing Marcel and Nessa were blushing and out of breath from their recent make-out session, Ari turned more shades of red than should be possible on a human face.

She mumbled, "So sorry!" and ran out of the room.

Marcel just laid his head on Nessa's shoulder and sighed. Nessa's hand rested on her still tingling lips as she pondered where this left her relationship with Marcel.

Nessa slid back on the bench, which made Marcel raise his head to look at her.

"I'm sorry...I...I...I have to go...I'm sorry."

Nessa practically ran out of the locker room and as she rounded the corner to the parking lot, she heard a loud slam come from the locker room followed by a slew of unmentionable curses.
What was Nessa going to do now?

Though her subconscious had some off-the-wall ideas, Nessa just kept walking -more like running- to anywhere but Lakeside Academy and Marcel.

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