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?


15. XIV

"I don't know guys, this might be a bad idea." I spoke nervously. First and second block was finally over and although the boys were in the same classes as me, I couldn't help but feel like something was missing. It was great having my friends back, maybe a little to good to be true. It's just the fact that I haven't talked to Darcy since Friday.

"C'mon Harry, don't be like that." Louis shoved my lightly before continuing his conversation with Liam.

I let out a painful sigh. Louis had somehow convinced us to sit in the cafeteria today for lunch. I've never sat there, and considering that I've been attending this tragic school for 2 years I find it quite sad.
The second we walked in people gawked at us. 

"What're they staring at?" I whispered to Niall. He shrugged his shoulders and headed over to the lineup.

"Harry, come on, or the line will be long." Zayn spoke before dragging me away.

Darcy's POV 

I walked into the library waiting for Marcel but he never came. He usually was there before me, so this was quite odd for him. 

I decided there was no point in staying any longer, so I gathered my things and headed out the door. 

After a while of walking around the school, I gave up and went to the cafeteria.

I took a seat at an empty lunch table and pulled out my lunch. It was pretty quiet for awhile until I felt someone sit in front of me. I looked up to see Louis with a tray full of food. 

"Uh, hi." I didn't really know what to say. All he did was glare at me. Then the rest of his friends came and sat down so I was trapped between Zayn and Niall, and sat across from Liam and the other that guy I didn't catch his name.

I tried not to stare at them so I looked around the cafeteria to see Jackson and Marley glaring at me. 

Seriously, what's with all the glaring? 

Jackson quickly looked away when he noticed that I saw him staring. When I felt my phone vibrating, I knew it was him. 

Meet me by the janitors closet. 

I let out a small sigh, shoving my half eaten sandwich back into its ziplock and into my bag. 

"Are you leaving?" My eyes landed on the voice, it was Liam. 

"Ya, there's something I need to do." I got out of the table and waved to the boys before leaving. 

I walked over to the janitors closet and I noticed the door was opened. I peered into the room into the darkness before feeling something grabbing my wrists and shoving me in. 

This was probably the only time in my life were I couldn't scream. 

The person who had my wrists pushed me to the ground before kicking the door shut. 

"Now, how bout we talk?" Marley's voice laughed. 

"What do you want?" I tried getting up but she pushed me back down.

"You're not getting off the floor till I say so. Anyways, I wanted to talk to you about our little bet. I see Marcel's looking pretty nice." 

I furrowed my eyebrows. I haven't even given Marcel a makeover yet. 

"What're you talking about? I haven't started the makeover." 

Marley laughed again. "Darcy, you are so blind if you haven't noticed Marcel's new look. He was pretty much with you the whole time."

He was with me the whole time? But I thought he was sick? I hadn't seen Marcel once today. 

"Oh, and those cuties he brought with him today. I didn't know he actually had hot friends from the UK."

When she spoke that last part something clicked in my head. I knew that guy looked familiar. But how could that be my Marcel? 

"So, now that Marcel's looking pretty cute, I want him." 

I shook my head in disgust. "Your the last person he'd want to be with. Now get of my way."

I got off the ground and grabbed the handle of the door but I felt someone push me against it. 

It was Jackson.

"Why are you helping her?" I tried pushing him away but his grip on me was tight. 

"Because even though he loves you, he loves popularity more." Marley smirked. 

I looked at Jackson, tears forming in my eyes. "Is that true? All this time when you said that would loved me, it was for popularity? Did you ever love me?" 

Jackson cold expression faded into a sympathetic frown. 

"I'm sorry." He whispered. He pressed his lips firmly onto mine before dropping me to the floor. 

"Let's go Jackson." Marley grabbed the arm of his letterman jacket, pulling him out of the janitors closet and out of my life.  

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