Left Behind (Marcel FanFiction)

{ Olivia POV}

I walked into school the next day, hand in hand with Luke. He laced our fingers, swinging our hands a bit as we walked. People gave us glances, but we brushed it off. Luke pulled me into his side, letting go of my hand and wrapping his arm around my waist, planting a kiss on my cheek. I smiled and laid my head on his shoulder. My locker was right there so I pulled away, walking over and spinning my combination. I felt two hands on my hip and heard Luke's giggle in my ear.

"Did you see all the looks we got?" Luke giggled into my hair, holding me against him.

I turned in his arms, wrapping mine around his neck, "yes."

"They're so jealous." Luke winked.

"Of?" I gasped playfully, smiling at him.

"The wonderful woman I snatched up." Luke smirked before pressing our lips together. The kiss was like our first, sweet. There were never really any sparks when we kissed, but I still loved it.

"What is this?!" someone snapped, making Luke and I pull away. We looked up to see a furious Marcel. Stephanie stood behind him, looking confused.

"I'm kissing my girlfriend, problem?" Luke said, holding me closer to him.

Marcel just looked at him, "your what?"

"Girlfriend." Luke turned to me and smiled, pecking my lips quickly.

"You're actually dating this tool?" Marcel asked me.

"You don't even know him!" I exclaimed.

"I don't have to know him to know he's a tool, Olivia." Marcel furrowed his brows at me.

"What?" I said, "because he doesn't worship you?"

"That's unfair!" Marcel snapped.

"What's unfair, Marcel?" I yelled, "that someone actually wants to be with me and not you, if you even want to call this you!"

"What's that supposed to mean!?" Marcel said.

"You're not you anymore, Marcel." I said, stepping away from Luke's grip, "you've turned into the complete opposite of what you were, what I loved about you, and now I can't stand you."

"You can't stand how much better I am than you," Marcel smirked.

"See?" I exclaimed, "the old Marcel wouldn't say anything like that!"

"Well, the old Marcel is gone," Marcel said, pushing his shoulders back, "and he's so much better without someone like you."

"What is 'someone like me', Marcel?" I asked, feeling slightly offended.

"Scum." Marcel said sharply. That did it for Luke. No sooner was the word out of Marcel's mouth, Luke's fist rammed into his jaw. The hallway gasped as Marcel stumbled backward into the lockers. His hand lightly covered his jaw. Luke just stood there, staring at him. Marcel's shocked face soon turned to anger as he charged my boyfriend, sending Luke onto his bum. Marcel sat on Luke's chest, sending multiple rounds of punches onto the boy. Luke brought his leg up, kneeing Marcel in the back, hard. Marcel growled in pain as Luke flipped them, switching the roles. Luke was then the one sending punches into Marcel's face and stomach. Marcel screamed in agony and I knelt down, pulling Luke off of him.

"Don't you ever talk to her like that again, you understand me!?" Luke screamed, stumbling back as I pulled him away.

"Whatever," Marcel coughed, "you can have her."

"I already do," Luke barked, "and she's a lot happier with me, more than she'd ever be with you."

"You're a zero, Luke Beauman." Marcel hissed.

"Yeah, and you just got your arse kicked by a zero," Luke said, bending down to Marcel's level, "and in my book, that doesn't make you much of a ten."

Before anymore could happen, I tugged Luke along.

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