Invincible ?Marco Reus?

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of my room to talk to Sam. He shouldn't have done that. "Hi, Char." Sam greeted me while smiling. "Good morning to you, Sam." I said ironically with the fakest smile placed on my lips. "Whoa! What was that face for?" he squealed. This is the time, Charlotte. Turning around from the fridge, I looked straight at him. "Don't I have the right to be angry with you after you had told them what happened to me?" I asked and his face dropped. "Don't you think I am allowed to be mad?" I smashed into his face. He placed the toast on the plate and took a deep breath. "Charlie, look...I...Marco..." he rambled. Marco what? "You have one freaking minute to tell me why you did it! Then it's my turn again." I warned and he nodded. "He...likes you and...wants to know why you're so unemotional." he said. H-he likes m-me? "Oh! And that gave you the right to tell him everything?" I exclaimed. "No, but..." I cut him off. "No but?! No buts, Samuel! You told them what happened to me even though I didn't ask you for it!" I screamed at him. "I'm sorry, Char. He likes you and...you're missing the fact that he could be good for you." Sam posed. Relationship? Good? Naah! "Don't tell me if I'm missing something! You've had no right to tell them my story! No right!" I yelled. "Please, forgive me." he said, but I shook my head. "Why would he even like me?" I mused. "Charlie, you're beautiful." he said. I scoffed right into his face. "Maybe outside, but inside it's not worth it. Not right now." I protested and went to my room. Grabbing the first hoodie I managed to get, I also took my purse and phone with me. "Where are you going?" Sam called after me while I was putting on my sneakers. "Charlotte!" he exclaimed, but I only slammed the door behind me. I need to calm down. Cool off. He had no right to tell them. To tell Marco...

Noon

I've probably got lost. Yeah...I was walking around Dortmund with my phone switched off. I don't know how many times Sam's called me and, to be honest, I don't care. He deserves this. I won't let him hear from me until I think it's the right time.

5 pm
Sam's POV

Dialing Marcel's number, I groaned. Where are you, Charlie? "What's up, Sam?" Marcel answered while I kept looking out of the window. "Charlie left." I said sharply. "Oh. And what can I do for you?" he asked and I sighed letting go of the curtain. "She...heard me telling you what had happened to her yesterday." I explained. "Shit. She's angry, isn't she?" he posed and I ran a hand on my face. "Marcel, she...she's been away since 8. I...I thought she'll come back by the time I'm at school, but...she doesn't answer her phone and..she doesn't know this city at all." I said. "Calm down. She's grown up who is 24 years old, and I think she can take care of herself." he tried to convince me. "I fucked up." I mumbled. "Okay. Listen, if she doesn't come back til 7, call me and I'll help you with finding her." he suggested and I scoffed. "I'm not gonna wait for 2 more hours." I protested. "But.." I didn't let him continue. "What I told you is her...personal life which she's taking seriously. She's touched by it. And if...something bad happens, I...I would never forgive myself." I said. "I'll be at yours in a few." he said and hung up. Aargh, Charlotte! You've got me so worried... Please God don't let anything bad happen to her. Please...

Opening the door, I revealed Marcel and half scared to death Marco. "What are you doing here?" I asked Marco. "I'm gonna help you." he said and I scoffed. "This is your fault! If you wouldn't have pressured me into telling you, none of this would happen!" I said pointing my index finer on him. "I'm as scared as you so calm down, mate." he said and I rolled my eyes. "She isn't even your friend. You cannot be scared as me at all!" I exclaimed desperately. "She not being my friend doesn't mean that I'm not worried about her!" he yelled back and Marcel stepped in between us. "Fuck off, you two! It's 5:45. Will we wait here or go off to the city to look for her?" Marcel asked and I sighed. "One of us should probably stay here." Marco said and I nodded. "Sam - you're staying." Marcel informed. I furrowed my eyebrows and let out amused laugh. "You're kidding, right? She doesn't even know you! I should be the one looking for her." I exclaimed. "Jesus! Stop making it harder!" Marco spoke angrily. "She's in a foreign city! Do you want our help or not?!" he exclaimed and I took a deep breath to calm down. Nodding my head, I calmed down a bit. "Okay. Has she ever mentioned any place here?" Marcel asked, but I shook my head. "She was locked in this flat for 2 weeks. She doesn't know this city." I mumbled. "Any friends?" Marco asked and I scoffed. "Of course! That has to be Casper, the ghost! And oh, I forgot, me!" I said ironically and he shook his head. "Calm down, Sam! Maybe she's just walking around because she's angry!" Marcel said. I stepped closer to Reus and clenched my jaw. "If anything happens to her, I'll kick your ass." I muttered and he nodded. What?! "If anything bad happens to her, I'll kick my ass myself. Be sure of that." he responded and walked away with Marcel following him.

Marco's POV

"Where shall we go?" I asked after getting in the car. "Do you really like her that much?" Marcel asked and I looked at him. Nodding my head, I smiled a little. "She's...beautiful and...smart." I said and he chuckled. "She just doesn't let you get closer." he said and started driving. She doesn't let me, that's right. But I'll manage to do get closer. I like her. I know she has some scars from her past, but...I won't hurt her. I want her to talk to me so that she can realize we could be good together.

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