Escape

You Didn't Have To Do All of This To Get Me Against a Wall

Marcel's POV

I slammed my hand on my phone, turning the obnoxious alarm off. I slowly opened my eyes and adjusted to the darkness of my room. I was delighted that I decided to get curtains 'cause waking up to blinding sun clarity isn't that pleasant. I grabbed my glasses and put them on before going through Facebook. Okay, yes, I wear glasses but only at home. I wear contacts at school and in public.

The more I scrolled the more sick I felt. There were so many pictures from the party on Saturday. There were some with Niall making out with Amy, at least I've got something to tease him with. There were a series of pictures of Amar doing beer pong, there was one of Zayn throwing up in a red high heel. What almost made me get up and throw up the contents of last night's dinner was an obviously photoshopped picture of me and some girl kissing. I groaned in disgust and threw my phone aside. I got up and went to my restroom, emptying my bladder.

I don't remember anything from the party. The last thing I remembered is Louis stuffing his face with pizza. Not exactly a bad last memory. It was a bit cute if I'm being honest. Anyway, I just hope I didn't do anything stupid or embarrassing. I showered quickly, singing some tune I heard on the radio. After my shower, I changed into a white KISS t-shirt, black skinnies and my brown boots.

I headed back to my bathroom and started combing curls. I decided on a sort of quiff but since my curls are a bit long, they fell down a bit but it looked nice. It looked dishevelled but still looked like I tried. I quickly brushed my teeth then went to get my bag ready. I shoved the stupid envelope that contained my fake birth certificate into my bag. I had forgotten to give it to the school the week before. I shoved my English Essay on The Great Gatsby. It was an easy assignment given that I read the book in grade seven. I shoved my laptop and charger before closing it.

I strapped the bag over my shoulder and grabbed my gun from under my pillow and strapped it into my waist holster. I grabbed my black coat and shrugged it on to cover the outline of my gun. I grabbed my phone and tucked it in my pocket. I made my way to the kitchen and opened the fridge. I took out my lunch bag and tucked it neatly into my bag. I grabbed a water, a banana, my keys, then made my way out, locking my door.

"Took you long enough," Niall commented as we went down the lift. He was sporting a plain white shirt with blue skinny jeans and the brown boots I gave him.