Chapter 9[[Year 13]]

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Chapter 9 [[Year 13]]

Marc-Andre’s POV

 

“Ummm Marc?” She said hesitantly and I could hear a voice in the background.

“What Charlotte?” I asked nervously, I wanted to go out with her so bad. I would be crushed if she said no.

“You know I’m dating John, right?” Charlotte asked me. I heard Charlotte talk in the background to some one and I now heard John’s distinctive voice. Oh shit. John is the toughest guy in the class. He got all the girls he wanted and would try and shove little people in lockers. Vero was looking at me eagerly, trying to tell from my facial expressions if she was saying yes or no.

“Ohhhh…I’m sorry I didn’t know that. Just forget it.” I said with a sigh. Vero slumped in her seat a little and mouthed a “I’m sorry” to me.

“And um, one more thing Marc-Andre…John wants to talk to you.” She said in an apologetic tone.

I gulped and shakily pressed the phone to my ear tighter and heard John speak. “What the hell do you think you are going after MY girlfriend. You know what, tomorrow during school you are going to find out how sorry you are exactly.” He said viciously before hanging up. I stared at Vero in pure horror before for some reason grabbing her wrist, pulling her up, and running out the door.

“What the hell are we doing?” She asked while running. I didn’t answer, but just kept running. Ignoring the fact that the cold air was making my lungs ache.

“Ow!” She yelled out and I turned around. She was sprawled out on the icy sidewalk.

“Vero, are you okay?” I asked, but was looking around the whole time.

“Just tell me why you were going crazy and I might be.” She said crossly, standing up slowly.

“So I didn’t know Charlotte had a boyfriend. Guess who her boyfriend is? JOHN! And know he is going to beat the living crap out of me!” I yelped.

Vero’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh Marc-Andre, you are so dead.” She told me.

“Yes, I know. That’s why we run!” I yelled but this time I grabbed her hand to make sure she didn’t fall. Or if at least if I fell, she was going down with me. We ran into my house, my mom and dad barely looking up from their books. Ever since “The Talk”, Vero was the only allowed to go into my room. I shuddered even thinking about that night.Most.Awkard.Hour.Of.My.Life.Period.

 

Veronique’s POV

         I paced around the familiar room I’ve basically grown up in. He still has all the Patrick Roy posters he had when he was little, but added some Martin Brodeur posters too. In his bookcase, were books only on hockey. His maman and I learned the hard way that he refuses to read any books that don’t have hockey mentioned in them.

“I am so sorry, Marc-Andre! This is all my fault!” I cried out, wringing my hands.

He sighed and starting throwing a bouncy ball at his wall. “Whatever, when I die, you get all the stuff in my room. I know you don’t like hockey, but I can’t let Marylene get hold of any of it.” He told me gravely.

“Why did you mention my name?” A small voice asked from outside the door. I assume it was Marylene eavesdropping, now that she was older all she wanted to do was hang out with us.

“Marylene! Go away!” Marc-Andre yelled before opening the door and throwing a book in her general direction.

“I’m telling Maman!” She yelled and I could here her start crying before running down stairs.

“That wasn’t very nice Marc.” I told him.

He shrugged. “Whatever, she’s Marylene. Now come on V, think about how I could not get killed.” He urged me on.

“Well, maybe you could miss school?” I said pondering the idea.

“How?”

“Play sick of course.”

 

Next Morning

         I frowned at Marc-Andre at the bus stop. “I assume we didn’t practice the fake cough enough?”

“Well duh, I’m here aren’t I? My day of death.” He mumbled miserably.

 

 

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         We were walking into the building when a hand grabbed Marc-Andre’s shirt from behind and slammed him against the wall. John. Marc let out a small groan before closing his eyes, not even trying to fight.

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” A small group of kids started to chant. John punched Marc in the stomach and he shut his eyes, I could tell he was trying to let out a noise. I glared at Charlotte who was standing behind the scene, when I finally realized I couldn’t take it.

“LEAVE HIM ALONE!” I yelled at John before starting to try and pull him back.

“Awwww your little girlfriend is trying to protect you.” John mocked.

I threw my books at him as hard as I could. “NO, I AM JUST HIS FRIEND. SOMETHING YOU DON’T HAVE BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST A DICK THAT LIKES TO BEAT UP GOOD PEOPLE.” I yelled getting right into his face before trying to push him back again.

John finally started backing up a little. “Oh yeah..um okay…I’m going to be late for class.” He stuttered before walking swiftly towards the building.

 

Marc-Andre looked at me before hugging me tightly and to my surprise, kissed me.