Left Behind (Marcel FanFiction)

{Olivia's POV}

"Olivia, are you okay?" Luke asked me as we walked down the hall. I peered over at the spot where Marcel.. kissed me and felt my stomach flutter, then looked over at Luke.

"Yes, of course, why?" I asked, probably too quickly.

"You seem, I dunno, off?" Luke shrugged, taking my hand and swinging it a bit. If you're wondering, no, I didn't tell Luke. Yes, we did talk on the phone, but I didn't have the heart to tell him. I like Luke too much to hurt him. But, I really like Marcel, too. I was just confused.

"I'm just, thinking about prom.." I lied, looking up to see Marcel, leaning against his locker. His eyes flickered up and our gazes locked, his lips folding into a bright smile. I gave him a smile back, glancing over at Luke, who was glaring at Marcel.

"What do you want, Marcel?" Like growled, letting go of my hand.

"I didn't say anything, Luke." Marcel replied simply, looking up at me.

"Don't look at her." Luke shot at him.

Marcel glanced down at him, furrowing his brow, "excuse me?"

"Luke, I-" I began, but Luke cut me off.

"Shut up, Olivia." Luke said to me. My eyes widened. That was the first time he ever got mad at me.

"Don't talk to her like that," Marcel growled, shoving Luke by the shoulder. I stepped out of the way of Luke's stumbling body.

"Why?" Luke said, "she's my girlfriend."

Marcel's nostrils flared and his green orbs flared with anger, "Is that why she made out with me last night?"

Crap.

Luke shot around, "you did what?!" his hand flew up and connected with my cheek, sending a sharp pain through my face. I gasped and held my cheek. I looked up at Marcel, who looked madder than I ever saw him. Marcel reached out, swinging Luke around by his shoulder and sending a punch into Luke's jaw. Luke hissed in pain and fell into the lockers. Marcel held him against the locker and kneed him in the crotch, throwing Luke to the ground and got down on the knee, sending a few more punching into Luke's face.

"Don't hit a girl, freak!" Marcel screamed, pulling Luke up and kicking him. Luke turned around, looking at me.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to hit you, but wh-"

"I'm sorry, too." I said, but shook my head, "but we're done."

"We're what?" Luke gasped.

"I've found someone else." I simply stated.

"Who?" Marcel and Luke said in unison. I looked between them both and shook my head, turned and walked out.

"Olivia, please!" Marcel called after me. But I kept going and I knew exactly where I was headed to.

{Olivia's POV}

I walked into the cemetery, keeping my footsteps steady and in line with each other. I kept my face straight as the tears silent made their way my face. I upped my pace, scanning the yard of stones. I was looking for one, though. And I knew exactly where it was. It came into sight and I jogged over, falling to myself knees next to it.

"Lance.." I whispered, wrapping my arms around the stone and letting the tears fall down my cheeks, "I miss you so much, and I need you so much right now, and.. nothing is going right, and I really just.. Ugh, this sucks." I fell back, sitting against the black stone. I closed my eyes and remembered the best memory I've ever had him.



I sat on my bed, sobbing my eyes out. Eyeliner spilled down my cheeks. I was in the 8th grade and my boyfriend at the time, Jimmy, broke up with me and went out with my best friend at the time, Connie, who said I was ugly and she hated me. I couldn't believe it and I thought my life was over.

Suddenly, my door opened and I looked up, seeing my older brother, Lance. He gave me a soft smile and walked over, sitting next to me.

"I heard," he whispered, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"I can't believe it," I sobbed, pressing my face into his shoulder.

Lance laid his head over mine, "It's going to be okay, Livi, I promise."

"What if it's not?" I cried, "what if I never find someone as great as them,"

"It will be," Lance sighed, "because life is a freaking whirl wind."

"Huh?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Life is so much more than you see, Olivia." Lance said, "people in your life, they come and go, and they will sometimes make your life suck, sometimes they'll make it better, just remember that the true people, the ones who will always be with you, the ones you deserve, will always have a piece of your heart, and even if it seems like it, they'll never leave."

"Thanks, Lance." I smiled, wiping my eyes.

He smiled back, "anything for my baby sister."








I opened my eyes, looking over at the stone. Maybe Lance was right. Maybe Lance had a point. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to the stone. I let a tear roll down my cheek, "I love you." I whispered, standing up and walking away. I knew what I needed to do.

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