The Story of A Nerd ♥ // h.s

Marcel Styles is just another nerdy boy who has a double personality. What happens when Leila Summers makes her way into his life? Will he give up the nerdy personality and show his true self? Will Liela fall for Marcel as the nerd or for his true colors?

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1. Chapter 1.

Marcel's POV

I groan, hushing my alarm as it echoes inside my head. I drag myself out of the bed and into my bathroom. I strip off my clothes and step underneath the hot water, washing my hair and body quickly. I step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist. I wipe the steam off of the mirror and observe my reflection. The mop of damp, messy curls lay on top of my head, falling around my face.

I walk into my room, pulling a white button-up shirt, a checkered sweater vest, and a pair of khaki trousers out of my closet, pulling all of the clothes on. I walk back into the bathroom and grab the styling gel out of the medicine cabinet and slick all of my hair back. I gently take my contacts out, putting them into their trays, and put my glasses on.

I look in the mirror. Good. Now I look like Marcel the Geek. I smile at my satisfaction and make my way downstairs. Mum stands in the kitchen, making breakfast. I walk up to her and kiss her cheek.

"Morning, mum," I say to her.

"Good morning, Harold." She smiles sweetly at me.

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I walk through the school corridors, making my way to my locker. As I am putting in my combination, I am slammed against my lockers, everyone laughing at me.

"I thought I told you to never come down these halls again, nerd?" I wince as I am slammed into the lockers again.

Suddenly, something inside me at that moment clicked, like a spark plug on an engine. I blacked out, not knowing what was happening. When I finally came to my senses, the jock was below me, bleeding uncontrollably, my hand in mid-air. I look around me, noticing everyone staring with shocked expressions.

Shit. This is what I didn't want. I didn't want to show the world Harry. Not yet.

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