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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12. XI

Darcy’s POV  

I was doodling in my notebook during class like usual but this time I was plotting out my plan to give Marcel a makeover. First I’d start with is clothes. Slowly I would get him to change what he wore so he would get used to it. Then I would get him to try different hair styles. I also had to get him to fall in love with me, which I find will be quite easy. I already feel like this plan would work out just fine.

“Darcy, what are you doing?” I was brought out of my world to see Marcel looking at me. He was sitting in front of me today since we came in late.

“Oh nothing. Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to hangout again. We could watch a movie or something at my place.” I raised a brow waiting for his answer.

“Sure, what time do you want me to come over?” He asked.

“5:30 all right?” Marcel nodded his head and went back to his work. I felt someone tap my shoulder so I turned around.

“So Marcel’s coming over?” Jackson asked. I rolled my eyes.

“Yes and that’s none of your business.”

“Well how bout I come over later then? We could have some fun y’know.” Jackson smirked.

“I’ll think about it.”

Jackson gave me a wink before turning back to his work.

Who would’ve known I’d be sandwiched between my ex-boyfriend and the cute nerd of the school?

*After School*

I had set up the living room perfectly with blankets and pillows. I found a couple movies on Netflix that I thought Marcel would enjoy too.

I was currently wearing some boy shorts and a tank top. This outfit really showed off my figure which was the point. I never let Jackson see me in this kind of stuff but this was just part of the plan. When Marcel sees me like this he’ll fall head over heels.

I heard the doorbell ring so I quickly ran to the door.

“Hey Marcel!” I gave him a quick hug before pulling him in my house. “Come on in, I’ve picked a couple different movies for you to choose.”

When Marcel was in the house I finally got a good look at him. He wasn’t wearing his usual clothes. He was wearing some fleece pants and a jumper. He actually looked pretty cute.

“Darcy?” Marcel’s voice broke through breaking my trance.

“Oh sorry.” I laughed nervously.  We walked into the living room where everything was set up.

“Wow, you did all this?” I nodded my head.

“Of course I did this.” I pulled him on to the floor.

“So what do you want to watch?” I asked.

“Um how bout-” Marcel was cut off by the doorbell ringing.

“Ugh who could that be?” I mumbled. “I’ll be right back.”

I got to the door to see Jackson leaned against the porch, his hands in his pockets.

“Damn, I didn’t except little miss Darcy like this. I must be in heaven or something.” I tried not to roll my eyes, but I was flattered at the same time that Jackson still found me attractive.

“What’re you doing here Jackson?” I ignored what he said and closed the door be

behind me. I didn’t want Marcel to find out that Jackson was here.

“Just wanted to check up on you baby, what are up to?”

“I’m hanging out with Marcel remember?” I crossed my arms over my chest feeling a bit cold.

“Right, well I’ll come back later when that nerd leaves so we can have some real fun.” Jackson turned around and got in his car.

“Ugh, why do I find him so freaking attractive even when he’s an ass?” I asked myself. I walked back into the house and took a seat beside Marcel.

“Who was at the door?” He asked.

“Um, just my neighbor looking for my dad.”

Marcel nodded his head. “I picked Love Actually if that’s okay with you.”

“I love that movie.”

We started the movie and I grabbed the blanket and threw it over both of us.

I knew this was making Marcel nervous. I had rested my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arm around his waist. I didn’t notice before but he must’ve taken his jumper off. He was only wearing a plain white t-shirt. I could feel through the thin material that he had abs.

“You work out?” I asked looking up at him.

Marcel furrowed his eyebrows. “Sometimes, why?”

“No reason.”

Wow. Marcel might have a better body then Jackson.

I was thinking of all the things I could potentially do with Marcel now knowing he was this fit when the TV turned off.

“What the hell.” I mumbled. Marcel reached for the remote when the lights started to flicker off.

“I think the power went out.” Marcel spoke. He got off the ground and looked out the window. “There’s a storm going on. Do you have any flashlights?”

I nodded my head. “Yeah, they’re in the kitchen.” I was freaking out. I hated lightning and thunder. I hated when the power went out too. It just freaks me out.

“Okay, let’s go find them.” I felt Marcel pull me off the ground and wrap an arm around my waist.

“You don’t have to scared, I’m here remember.”

His voice was so reassuring that I wasn’t that afraid anymore. We walked into the kitchen and I quickly found both of the flashlights.

“Okay, now that we have these flashlights maybe we can fix the problem.”

  I furrowed my eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“Well we need to find the power source to see if we can fix it.”

I nodded my head. I led Marcel to the basement, my nerves slowly building up.

“Marcel,” I spoke nervously. “I don’t think I can go all the way downstairs.”

We stood in front of the basement door, our flashlights flickering every now and then.

“I’ll be right behind you remember.”

“Okay, just don’t leave me.”

We finally got downstairs where the electrical box was. It was pretty hard getting down here. I stubbed my toe on the pool table and it hurt so bad.

“Okay, let me see.” Marcel flashed his light on the box looking for a switch or something. I wasn’t really paying attention until my flashlight turned off.

“M-Marcel…” I stuttered. He turned around and looked at. “My flashlight died.”

“I’m almost done.” He quickly spoke.

Suddenly the lights turned back on.

“Finally!” I jumped for joy and gave Marcel a big hug.

“Now we can continue that movie.”

I started to drag Marcel out of the room when the lights turned back off.

“Ugh not again.” He mumbled.

We were in total darkness. He didn’t even have flashlights anymore. Then a loud bang came from outside making a loud shriek escape my lips.

“Oh my fucking god!” Tears filled my eyes and I started to shake.

“Are you all right Darcy?” Marcel asked me. I shook my head.

“I-I think I’m h-having a panic a-attack.” I sobbed. Marcel looked at me in confusion before pulling me over to the pool table. I felt him lifting me up on the table. My mind was a mess. I couldn’t concentrate on one single thing.

“Try to breath, okay.” His voice was soothing but nothing was working. I was still in panic attack mode.

“Okay um, try think about something else. Like happy things. Not the storm…oh shit, I just reminded you of the storm.”

I wanted to laugh, I was still freaking out.

“J-just distract m-me.” I spoke with a hiccup.

Marcel rested his hands on my shoulders keeping my shaking down to a minimum.

“Okay, well I wanted to tell you that I think you’re one of the prettiest girls at school. I don’t why I haven’t told you this before. It’s just that you make me nervous. A lot.”

Even through my panic attack I felt flattered with Marcel’s honestly.  

I felt Marcel’s fingers swipe against my cheeks. “You don’t have to cry.” He whispered.

I nodded my head. "I know, but you're helping."

Our eyes were still connected and for a brief moment Marcel’s green eyes looked so familiar.

Marcel pushed my bangs back and cupped my face.

“Why do you look so familiar?” I asked

Marcel shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not sure.”

Our lips were so close. If I leaned an inch more, they would be together.

I tugged on his shirt pulling him closer. He lifted my chin up until our lips brushed against each others. I felt a spark go through my body, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up.

Finally Marcel pressed his lips against mine in a sweet kiss. My panic attack stopped and all I could focus on was the warm feeling of his lips on mine.

I let my fingers go through his well-kept hair. His hair was so soft that it felt curly to me. I continued to play with hair for a while until he pulled away.

“Your panic attacks gone.” He spoke calmly.

His eyes pieced through me. It was like nothing even happened between us.

He turned away his head hanging low. “I shouldn’t have done that.” His voice was low and a bit raspy.

“What do you mean? Do you regret it?” I spoke confused.

He turned back around and shook his head. “Yes and no. I don’t want this. You have Jackson, remember. He already hates me enough.”

I looked at him in disbelief. “So that’s it? You can’t just kiss me like that and except me to forget about it.” I could feel tears start to pool in my eyes.

“Well you’re going to have to try.”

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