New Boy In Town

"Hi my name is LuLu Ryan and you are?"
"Marcel Styles", Marcel Styles was a new boy in town, but he was now the biggest nerd in the school, he gets book drop, punch and kicked in the stomach, his life is living in hell, he have to move again, and into a new school, he always get bullied and push around. He doesn't understand why people have to be so cruel, and bitchy, then there was LuLu, the girl who save his life from bullying. LuLu decided to help him, and maybe change him into a different kind if person.

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4. Be Just Friends

*~*LuLu's P.O.V.*~* 

     It was Music class and I see Marcel enjoying it. He was singing happily. 

"Okay guys lets talk about the Midnight Jam in 10 weeks of Friday night", Marcel raised his hands. I totally forgot that he doesn't know about the Midnight Jam.

"Yes, Mars"

"What's the Midnight Jam?"

"Oh yes that, I forgot to tell you about it, Midnight Jam is always place of the end of the trimester, basically it's a little outside part in front of the center quad in the school, and we will have some people to sing for us at the Midnight Jam, it can be a solo, duets or anything"

"Okay cool", the bell ranged, we got up and walked out, I waited for Marcel. We both walked out.

"How do you like Lake Wood High so far?", I asked. 

"Really, good I made two friends so far and it's you and Leah"

"Awe well your my best friend too", I hugged him. Somebody pulled Marcel, I looked it was Caleb holding the shirt collar. 

"Caleb what the hell are you doing?!", I yelled.

"Yo Marcus, mess with my lady you 'll have go through me"

"CALEB! I'm not your lady and let go of him, his name is Marcel by the way", he let go of him.

"This isn't over yet Styles", he said and threw him on the floor and kicked him in the stomach laughing it off with his friends. I run up to him and shook Marcel.

"Marcel..are you okay?"

"Yeah...just need to catch my breath", I helped him up.

"You wanna come over to my flat and do homework together", I asked.

"Me....you want me to come to your house", he asked, I chuckled.

"Of course silly, I mean we are best friends after all, so what do you say?"

"Yes! I would love too", he said, I smiled.

"Great, lets go, I said, as we walked out the building, I grabbed my car keys in my backpack. We went inside, and started up the engine.

I took the car on the road, while Marcel is looking out the window.

"So Marcel you have a car"

"No, I have a drivers license but no car"

"Oh okay, do you have any brothers or sister"

"Yes only two sisters, Gemma and Julie (I know Harry only have one sister I just want another girl to be n the story) a mum and a step-dad"

"Oh okay"

"How many brothers do to I have?" He asked me.

"About four, I have a 15 year old name Jonny, 13 year old Lewis, 9 year old Dante, and a 4 year old Ashton"

"So your the older sister"

"Yep, pretty much", As we reached to my flat. He looked so amaze, It's only a two story house with 8 bedrooms, and six bathrooms. I parked in the driveway and I put the gears in park. We got out and I walked to the front door. I jiggled the lock, and open it. His jaw dropped when he saw the inside, it's just the floor is wool and a cool chandelier in top and a carpet stair case. It's pretty big in the inside but in the outside its pretty small. 

"Follow me, I will show you around", I said, as he nodded. 

"This is the kitchen, it's pretty big isn't it", he nodded, I walked to the living room.

"Here's the living room"

"Here's the backyard, we have a pool with a little cave underwater, and a little water fall, we have the grass area where you can play football, and a basketball court and a little garden bench thing", as we walked upstairs, I showed him all the rooms.

"We have 8 rooms, and 6 bathrooms, so here's the Theater room, it's pretty big, we have vibrating chairs and cup holders, here's the arcade room, here's my father room, he gets the master bedroom, here's Ashton's room, Dante room, Lewis room, Jonny room, there is a sign with their names so you won't get lost which room is which. And last but not least is my room", I said as I pointer out the sign with flowers around it, and girly font words that said 
'LuLu'

I open the door and he was amazed by my room, peach colors on the wall, white fake flowers on the ceiling and wall. 

"I decided to go for a flower garden look", I said, my bed is just a plain bed with tiger blankets and pillows. My room is a little big, but it's all good. 

"Where's your brothers?", he asked me.

"Oh friends house, football practice (soccer), stuff like that"

"Well shall we get to work on a boring ass Tuesday", I said.

"Sure what do you want to do first", he asked me.

"ENGLISH!!!!"

"Wow you love English too"

"Yeah I love it, I love doing poetry,writing stories, so let start" I said, I grabbed my notes and we're doing a poetry about what we love, or experience. Not like boyfriends or sex. Just something that what is our symbol.

"Flowers growing on the ground, trees;
 blossoming upon every season;
 wind blowing making flowers flow through the currents;
 flowers upon my mother grave;
for love and sweet", I finish it off as I watch Marcel writing down his homework. I love how he scrunches his glasses up, I think it's pretty adorable. Even though we're just friends, he is a pretty cute nerd. With his dimples and eyes, don't know why girls hate him and they don't give him a chance of they get to know him better.

I wish not to ruin our friendship I rather just wait a little bit so we can get to know each other. Don't want to rush things. 
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A/N:
Hope you enjoy this, today I got attack by kids, cause for cheerleading we were having this camp for kids, and I was working at the crafts so the kids can make stuff. We made bows, little tags for their bags they made also, so I was playing with kids and they attacked me by putting sticky stars on my face. I have to get them off and plus I was wearing make-up like foundation and yeah. 
Crazy kids these days. 

~^_^ Hallie^_^

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