Opposites attract

Makayla: Beautiful. Popular. Every guy's dream girl. The girl all girls envy. But Makayla isn't the typical rude, snobby, fake popular girl, in fact she is the opposite. She is caring, sweet and charming.
Marcel: Nerd. Shy. Keeps to himself. The #1 bully victim, that is until Makayla saved him.
Soon, these two are the best of friends who tell each other everything. Makayla sees Marcel isn't who he claimed he was. Well not completely. She always found him adorable and cute on the inside and out, but suddenly when he makes a change in his appearance everything is just hot. Once these two date and fall in love, things happened that weren't supposed to. One of them ends with a broken heart.


5. True friend

Makayla's POV

I was walking down the hall with Caiti, Miranda and Shianne.  I was telling them about last night. They were generally happy for me. " You know your really nice to him. You care about him?" Miranda asked. I nodded and blushed. " Do you have a crush?" Caiti asked. I was hesitant. " Yes." I said in a deep breath. All three girls started jumping up and down and squealing. " Oh my god!" They said. I rolled my eyes at my weird friends and looked around.

I decided to leave them to it and walk to my locker.

Marcel's POV

I was walking to my locker which was across from Makayla's. Nobody was in the hallway for some strange reason. I opened my locker only for it to be slammed on my fingers. I screeched out in pain. I saw Jason and Derek. fuck.

" Hey fag. " He said. I closed my eyes holding back tears. " You messing with my girl, Makayla." He accused. I shook my head. " She isn't yours." I said. Wow. Where the hell did this come from. He punched me across my face. I managed to get my fingers out and they were blue and purple. I hope they aren't broken. " What you say bitch!" He yelled. I didn't respond only holding my nose since it was bleeding. " She will be mine one of these days. Then i'll get in the sluts pants and fuck the shit out of her a couple times then kick her to the curb." He said and Derek laughed along with Jason. I couldn't believe he just said that about Makayla! A whole bunch of rage was coming onto me. I was so angry.

" Don't talk about her like that!" I yelled. Wow. This girl is everything to me. He laughed. " Why? What are you go-" He began but I did the most unexpected thing. I punched him square in the jaw. "I'm going to kill you nerd!" He said before lunging to me and then we both ended up throwing punches. I was proud I was actually fighting back. Then I heard a gasp and saw Makayla running towards us. She got between me and him immediately. She had her bum towards me and she was trying to push Jason away. She tried again and her bum went full on my crotch. I sucked in a breath. I know how it as getting. I was hoping she wouldn't feel it.

after a while of fighting she finally got the prick to leave. She was examining my face. "Marcel! You actually punched him! You have a nice punch! Have you ever fought back?" She asked cleaning up my nose. I shook my head no and blushed. She looked at all my cuts and studied them. " Maybe you can come over mine? You know, so you could meet my mum." I asked. I was actually getting used to her. Im not AS nervous around her.

She smiled her beautiful smile and nodded. " I'd like that." She said. I blushed at how close our faces were. Her eyes flickered from my face to my lips and I could feel her breath on my lips. I didn't know if I should've leaned in first or not, we are just friends and I don't want to push it. We are just friends, right?

She then pulled me in and smashed our lips together. I always get all these butterflies when we kiss, I wonder if she gets them to. Probably not. Our kiss was passionate. She smiled through the kiss making me do the same.

Makayla's POV

All I felt was butterflies in the kiss. When I kiss him, its not like the rest of the boys I dated. Its way different. Then something broke our make out session. A gasp and I knew who it was. Clarissa. "See! I told all of you! Say goodbye to your popularity. You're now low as him." She said and smirked. He hung his head in shame. " Shut the fuck up Clarissa! He is not low! And not everything has to do with popularity. That's all you care about because you are a self centered fake bitch who cares nothing but how big your fake boobs are!" I screamed. Even though Marcel's head was hung down, I could see him widen his eyes. I went to hold his hand, but Clarissa pulled me and pushed me on the floor. People laughed and laughed. Marcel ran to me and picked me up. He saw that I flaring now. My face was red in anger.

I stormed to her with clenched fists. " You think pushing me down is going to be enough?" I said. Before she could answer, I punched her square in her nose. People started cheering. But I wasn't done. I threw her and she hit the lockers then fell to the floor. I used to take boxing lessons with my dad so that's how I learned to fight.

" This is the straw that broke the camels back. " I screamed and punched her in the face again and she hit her head on the lockers. " All. That. Bullying." I said between each kick. I was starting to cry as memories of how she bullied me throughout middle school. I couldn't stop hitting her. She stood up holding her nose. " That's it you little whore!" She screamed before attempting to punch me. I moved and pushed her on the floor. I got on top her and started punching her very hard in the face and stomach. I didn't stop. I couldn't. She bullied me for to long.

" M-Makayla. That's enough. C-come on." I heard Marcel call. I looked up at him and he frowned harder when he saw my tear stained face. He pulled me off of an unconscious Clarissa. People from the crowd went to help her up. " Do you want to leave?" Marcel asked wiping away some tears. He was so caring and nice. He's a true friend. " Yes." I replied and we walked out hand in hand. He would occasionally kiss my hand, making me smile through my tears.

We arrived at his house and as we walked up to his room, he would give his mother a look saying to just give us a minute. He opened his door, and it was just how I imagined it to be. " You think about my room?"  he asked. Crap I thought out loud. " Well... just forget about it. " I said and chuckled. He smiled and I sat down. He had Avenger's bed spread and then some star wars posters. A computer everything. " I love the Avengers!" I squealed and sat on his bed. His eyes lightened and he looked at me questionably. " Who's your favorite?" He asked. " Ermm, wolverine, or Thor or Iron man." I replied. He nodded.

" Makayla?" He asked as we lay on his bed. " Yeah?" I asked. " Lets play 21 questions. To get to know each other better." He suggested. I nodded smiling. He made me forget the whole fight, just by being their. That's what he's doing to me. He is such a nice friend and we only known each other a few days. I care so much about him. He's a friend who will keep a secret, who will be there for you when your upset. He cares to. He is a true friend.

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