Geek Charming ? h.s.

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Chapter 23:

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Georgia's POV:

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" what are you talking about Al?" I complained.

" I'm talking about our reputation G, YOUR reputation. Aren't you worried? At all? Do you even realise what hanging out with someone like.. him.. Could cause?!" She whispered yelled at me.

I hate this.

Fuck my reputation.

Marcel is sweet, and he needs me.

can't I just be friends with who I like...

Can't I?

I blame fucking society for this.

I want Someone to understand me...

to understand what actually goes on through my head.

To understand how society is corrupting our generation.

Yeah, yeah, now don't go thinking I'm a weirdo .. Even though I may be quite an outcast inside, I still have common sense.

I am sill rather respectable.

And, I refuse to stand for this.

" well, you know what Ally, fuck this stupid reputation," at these words, my heart broke a little, since all I have ever worried about, since the first day of preschool, was my reputation.

Ally's Eyes grew as wide as bombs, while her mouth fell open, to its full extent.

" fuck society, fuck anyone who tells me what to do!" I continued, " I am my own person, nobody has fucking responsibility over me okay?! I can be who I want, and be friends with who I want!" I yelled, and turned to walk back to Marcel, who seemed to be the first genuine person I have come across since Veronica, but she is no loner so innocent.

Oh, Veronica? well that's a thought and story for another day.

As I was about to reach Marcel and Bella, the door bell rang.

Wow!

It's been like forty five minutes since Marcel arrived?

Already??

I haven't even been able to tell Bella to watch over Marcel, and to tell Marcel to stick with one of us girls.

I made my way through the tables filled with red cups and glasses.

"Well... Here goes nothing" I whispered to myself, opening the front door of our apartment, with a wide smile on my face.

People began to pile in, in the hundreds, all drunk as fuck already, and stumbling over their own feet.

Thank god I already called dibs on not cleaning this place tonight.

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It was already an hour into the night, without a single trace of Marcel.

I have spent half my evening with Zayn, who would not stop showering me with compliments of how 'amazingly sexy' I looked in the dress he bought for me, and the other half of the night wondering around the apartment, in search for a certain green eyed boy.

But he was nowhere in sight... That was, until I was making my way to my bedroom, and heard muffled sounds coming from inside the bathroom.

I walked over and knocked, "hello?" I spoke.

No answer.

" is anyone in there?"

No response.

" can I come in?" I asked

" n-n-no, P-please I'm fi-" I pulled on the door Handle, before the boy could finish his sentence.

The stuttering, the deep husky voice, couldn't be mistaken for anyone other than Marcel, and he sounded awful, something had happened to him.

Something awful.

And I was determine to find out what is was.

one way or another.

I grabbed the door and pushed it open as gently as I could,

My heart broke, straight in half, and then into shattered pieces, yet again, and then, it dropped, to my feet, and I swear I felt it stop beating for a moment there.

My actions were immediately regretted, after the sight I had just seen behind the door.