School Boy

Marcel Styles, the complete nerd of Springhollow High School, gets shoved into his locker for the last time. The young brit can't take the constant bullying anymore, he confides in the one friend he can actually trust, Valerie Hudson as he is crying his eyes out, just spilling out his feelings in the texts he sends her.


5. The Next Morning

Marcel's POV

I heard a car open outside. My dad was gone and wasn't expected to be back until tomorrow, so now I was laying on the couch, crying silently into a pillow, my glasses back on as the glass fogged up with my tears. There was a light knock on the door. I got up and wiped away the tears, answering it. Zayn was holding a very tired and sad Valerie. I took her in my arms and Zayn left as I shut the door. I took her up to my room and pulled a blanket over her. I brushed my thumb over the red mark on her cheek and kissed it, telling her I loved her and I understood what had happened. She mumbled a few things that I couldn't understand. But the last thing I understood clearly. "Will you stay with me?" I nodded. I slipped out of my clothes down to my boxers and turned out the light, locking the door as I slipped under the covers with her. She curled into my chest and I rubbed her back slowly. I drifted off to sleep hearing her say, "Good night." I responded with, "Night, I love you." 

I stretched out in the morning and felt a person. I turned to see Valerie sleeping beside me. She fluttered open her eyes and smiled at me. "Good morning," she said. "Good morning!" I replied and hugged her. "I'm hungry." She muttered in my chest. "I'll go make food..." I got up, pulling her with me and when we came down the stairs, I heard my dad whistling and he stopped as he saw us. I was a sight; hair a mess, in my boxers that were pulled down in my tossing and turning, and a really dark bruise on her neck which I guess I had left in the closet yesterday. My father said nothing and just left the house, not even caring what we did. We went into the kitchen and I sat Valerie down at the table. I quickly made her breakfast and sat the plates down. She smiled a bit and started eating slowly. It was awkwardly silent for a while until I stroke up a conversation about last night. "So uh..did you have fun...? Up until..y-you know.." She looked at me. "Actually yes... but then I got slapped sooo..." "Are you okay now?" I asked, concernedly. She nodded. "Yeah I'm fine..." her voice kinda trailed off. 

It fell awkwardly silent after and I took our plates to the sink . I was still mostly naked so when I felt the water splash me I jumped. Valerie  kinda just looked at me. "You okay...?" "Yeah. The water's cold." I looked back at her. "If you wanna start a movie you can.." She nodded and went into the living room, putting in Scream. I walked in behind her and sat on the couch. I tugged a blanket over us and turned the lights out. Around 2 I saw her start to get tired. I leaned over and started to tickle her waist. She doubled over and started laughing and started swatting at my hands. "Marcellll stopppp!" She giggled. I kissed her cheek and pulled my hands away, smiling a little and my dimples shone through on my cheeks.


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