Gracie has known Marcel her whole life.He was the adorable,cheeky kid who always sat in the front of the classroom.One thing is,is that she is starting to fall for him.And she doesn't even know it.Will she fall for the dorky,cute side of him?Or the dark,protective side?And will he choose being with her or the populars?


1. Chapter 1

Gah,why does high school have to be so complicated? I mean,there's the jocks who bully everybody. There's the girls who think they're all that because they've slept with all the guys at school. I'm over here glad nobody even notices me.

Oh,I'm sorry!How rude of me. I should introduce myself. Hi,my name's Gracie Shields. I'm 15,just becoming aJinior. I'm not the most popular person you could meet. I do have some friends.At least they're not fake. 

So,I bet you're wondering where you are.At Vinemont High,of course. Where you had to be a jock,a sleazy girl,or just a plain nobody. And the nobody's got beaten up. It's stupid,honestly.


I slammed my locker shut,holding the science book in my arm and book bag on my shoulder. There was a crowd of people in the middle of the hall way,of course where I couldn't get through. I decided I should see what's going on,since I'd have to wait,anyways. 

"What are you gonna do anyways,nerd? Go home and cry to your mommy?"

I knew that voice anywhere. Corbin Smith. The meanest and toughest jock in school.

" No,I'm gonna beat you up,Corbin."

No,it couldn't be. Marcel Styles. How could he put up a fight against Corbin? I had to help. I've known Marcel my whole life,anyways.

"Oh really? What,a little like this?" Corbin said,punching him hard against his left cheek. The blow sent Marcel stumbling backwards. Of course he got up and swung. He hit the side of Corbin's arm,not even effecting him. Corbin just chuckled,and punched Marcel in the jaw again. Then a strong kick to his stomach. He doubled over in pain as Corbin kept punching and kicking. I couldn't take it any longer.

"Stop!" I yelled. Everyone turned around and looked at me. 

"What do you want Grace?" Corbin turned around,giving the death glare.

"I want you to get away from him," I said sternly.

"Fine,what you wish,"he said with a smirk,kicking him one last time. Marcel rolled over in pain.

"Are you ok Marcel?" I asked,trying to get him up.

"Y-Yeah,just a.couple scratches and bruises here and there." 

It was more than scratches and bruises. Blood was marked on the side of his face,a dark bruise forming. I didn't even want to see his stomach. Probably black and blue from all the kicks and blows.

"Come on,we need to get you to the nurse."

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