Opposite worlds »punk h.s

Chapter 33

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Sorry if the chapter is too long :(Hope you guys like it !

and oMFG THE PICTURE ON THE SIDE BAR, i just find it (its not mine) and omg the feels. BYE

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.                     ««HARRY»»

  

I swear to God I'll kill Marcel.

"Well!?" He asked, staring at us, waiting for an answer. Lucy and I remain frozen in our positions.

I feel as if I had been caught up in something bad or in some mischief. On one hand, is true, I’m being caught up and I feel so cruel, inhuman, doing this shit.

I don't look at Marcel, I feel like if he sees me directly in the eyes he would read my mind, would know what I'm thinking and what I'm avoiding to think.

Anyway I don't like his attitude, who the fuck does he think he is? What happened to my shy and fagot cousin? He has certainly changed since his damn "social project".  First he cursed, now he yells, he asks for an explanation and what comes next? Marcel in a fight? Ha, I would like to see that!

I must admit that his question is extremely intimidating, asking if we are together, it's a question I should answer without hesitation, I should say yes because of this shit with Taylor. The closer I get to her, more Lucy would fall for me or some shit.

I should answer without problems but now the doubt invades me and consumes every single fiber of my being. I can't answer this,   tell a lie has never been a problem for me but now I can't do it.

 I wonder if Lucy will answer or she waits for me to do so.

"Oh, Ahm, Mar-Marcel," Lucy stutters.

I move my eyes, placing them on her. Something in my stomach twists and tightens. She looks fragile right now, more fragile than ever.

I don't need anyone to tell me the horrible and shitty person that I am. I think this will be the way she’ll react when the moment of truth arrives, when this is over.

"I ... Uh," Lucy pulls out her phone from her pocket. I know how she feels, that question should be more than intimidating for her. "Ugh time flies, the second round is about to start, bye." Lucy spoke quickly and left without waiting an answer from us.

Um, that was weird but it was a great and undisguised way to escape.

We look at Lucy, who didn't look back, and then I look at my cousin and he looks me. We both frowned at each other; if looks could kill he would be dead.

"Harry ...Do you like Lucy?" Marcel asked. "Do you feel anything for her?"

Each question is like a punch in the face and I cannot believe my idiot cousin is intimidating me. I can't let him have that power, I hate when people make me feel so ..."Intimidated". I'm not scared of his questions; I just don't want to answer them.

That's being a coward Harry.

"Fuck you, you fucking idiot," I cursed under my breath before starting to walk as far as possible away from him.

For some reason Marcel didn't follow me and I appreciate that. I'm not in the mood to give explanations and less to him; I don't owe anything to that idiot. That is bullshit.