The Makeover

Darcy's your typical popular girl. She's part of the drama club and she's the most known girl in school. She likes to party and have a good time with her friends. Marcel on the other hand your typical geek. He's part of the science and math club and he's the most bullied kid in school. He likes to stay at home where no one can hurt him.

What happens when Darcy gets paired up with Marcel on a school project and later gets dared to give him a makeover? Will Marcel break from his shell or will he never change?

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Marcel's POV 

I looked around the school for Darcy. It was already second block and I haven't seen her once. 

I know she was upset when she came over to my place. I also know she's hiding something from me. 

I shouldn't be this close to her again. But it's hard, she was my best friend. 

I made it around the corner to see Jackson talking to someone that was leaned against the lockers. I stepped back and peeked around the edge to see that it was actually Darcy. 

"Jackson, I don't know. Your dating her. We shouldn't be doing this." She spoke softly. I watched as Jackson wrapped his arms around her and she didn't fight back. 

I could feel something in my chest. Was it anger? Or jealously? 

"You know that Marley doesn't want me. She's just doing this because she wants you mad. But it wouldn't be wrong if you do what she told you. I'll be yours again." Jackson leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. I wanted so desperately to pull him off of her but that wasn't my choice. If Darcy is happy with him I shouldn't stop her. 

So that's what I did. I let her be happy. I turned right around and back to class. 

Darcy's POV 

I left Jackson and finally made it to class. I took my usual seat beside Marcel but when I said hi to him he totally ignored me. 

"Is there something wrong?" I asked him quietly. He didn't respond or even look at me. He had all his attention on the board which was starting to annoy me. 

With a heavy sigh, I started taking the notes on the board my mind already trying to figure out if I did something wrong to upset him. 

When the bell rang, Marcel quickly gathered his things and dashed out of the room. I managed to catch up to him and pull him back by him arm. When he turned around I noticed there was a janitors closet beside us. So with Marcel's hand in mine, I made the decision and pulled him in. 

"What the heck or you doing?" He snapped. It surprised me by his sudden anger but I brushed it off. 

"I-I needed to talk to you. And you were ignoring me so this seemed like the only way."

"It wasn't a logical way that's for sure." He muttered to himself thinking I hadn't heard. 

"Why are you mad?" I spoke, ignoring his comment. 

"Who said I was mad?" Marcel shot back. 

I tried my best not to roll my eyes. "We'll you're acting like it. Now tell me why you're so pissed all of a sudden." 

I watched as Marcel started to play with his fingers. He looked nervous until his eyes were back to me. I looked at his green orbs even though the room was poorly lit. Even through the horrible lighting, his eyes still sparkled. 

"It's nothing really." His voice was soft. Nothing like before when he snapped at me. 

I reached forward and rested my hand on his arm. 

"I'm here for you remember. Just like you were for me. And thanks by the way. I never got to thank you for taking care of me."

A small smile appeared on Marcel's lips automatically making the room brighter. 

"It was nothing. Don't even worry about it." 

I let my hand drop until it lay in his. He looked at me then back at our fingers that were interlocked together. 

Then a idea popped in my head. 

"We should hang out today, y'know for that project." I smiled back at him. He raised a brow in confusion but I just laughed. 

"C'mon. Lets go to the library."

 *****

It took a lot of convincing, but eventually I got Marcel to come to my place so we could do our project and maybe some other things. 

"So, this is my room!" I cheerfully spoke as I sat on my bed. I watched as Marcel walked around in awe looking at old pictures and other things around my room. 

"Wow, it all looks the same." He spoke to himself. I furrowed my eyebrows. 

"What?" I spoke confused. 

Marcel quickly turned around looking nervous. "Ummm, lets play a game." He cleared his throat before taking a seat beside me.

"Okay." I looked at him with confusion as I walked over to my closet to find my monopoly board game. 

We played for a while until I started to zone out. I couldn't stop staring at his eyes. Something about them were so familiar. I just needed to lean closer just enough to pull his glasses off and I'll know– 

"Hey what're you doing?" Marcel exclaimed. I pulled away when I noticed I had his glasses in my hands. 

"I uh wanted to see you without them?" I didn't even get time to get a decent look at him when he pulled his glasses from my hands. 

"I think I should go." He grumbled. 

I watched as he gathered his things before leaving. 

And again, I probably made Marcel angry.  

Marcel's POV 

I let out a sigh and threw my book bag to my bed my hands running through my thick curly hair. I was frustrated and upset at the same time. I was confused and angry too. Why would want to see me without my glasses. It's not like she remembers me. She doesn't remember all the great times we had. All the memories we shared. Even our first kiss. 

Why should I let her remember me? She doesn't deserve to remember me. 

I sat down on my bed, the springs bouncing up with my body. 

I remember it like yesterday. Darcy and I were both in the same grade. Grade 7 to be exact. We had been friends since we both met at the local park. We told each other everything. When something made either of us upset, we always knew that we could go to each other. We were just that close. 

I remember going over to her house one day. She told me it was urgent and I assumed the worst. I didn't know what to do so I quickly dropped everything and headed to her place. When I finally got there, she looked as normal as ever. 

"I thought something was wrong." I asked walking through her room. 

She shrugged her shoulders, a pout on her face. I watched as she let a sigh her bottom lips trembling.

I walked over to her bed and sat down beside her with my arm slightly wrapped around her shoulder. It felt good to be this close to my best friend. 

"Alex didn't ask me the dance." Se spoke suddenly. The worlds fell right of her mouth. Right after, she covered her lips with her hand. 

"Oops. I shouldn't have said that." She looked down at her fingers her cheeks tinted pink. 

"Why wouldn't you tell me?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Darcy never kept anything from me. She would usually come to me if anything happened. 

"I don't know. I'm feeling like I'm overreacting. It's just a dance right?" She shrugged her shoulders like it wasn't a big deal. 

"Darc," I started. "You've been planning on going to this dance for weeks. I know you want to go. And who cares if you don't have a date? I'll go with you. And Alex was stupid for not saying yes." I spoke softly. I was about to press a light kiss to her cheek but I guess she turned her head letting our lips press together. 

My lips were frozen against hers. I didn't know what to do so I decided to do what's best. I cupped her left cheek in my hand and softly caressed it as our lips moved together. I could feel Darcy's small hands run through my hair and lightly pulling on the ends. 

When we finally pulled apart for air, I could see Darcy smiling like crazy. 

"W-why are you smiling like that?" I asked nervously. I was definitely scared of Darcy's reaction. 

"To be honest, I've wanted to be kissed by you for a while. I don't know why, I just wanted to know what it would feel like if my best friend kissed me."

I looked at her in shock. "Really?" She nodded her head. 

"And how did it feel?" I pushed. 

Darcy laughed before answering. "I liked it. I felt good."
 

I remember that kiss. Everything about it. The way it made my lips tingle. The way it made my stomach flips. I just wanted to kiss her all day, but we never kissed after that. 

I should've told her that I liked her. I should've told her that I loved her. 

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