Breathless || Marcel Styles

Marcel Styles had always been the outcast. He stuck to himself, hiding away in the library, his only safe haven. When a new student, Ariel Parker, having stood out for not only being fresh meat but also her cherry red hair, comes into Marcel's life, he's unsure what to do. Would he get to know her and make friends with her or pretend she had never existed just as everyone had done to him his whole life? Sooner or later the two would have to butt heads and after a while, Marcel finds himself stuck in Ariel's gravitational pull. He couldn't claw his way out even if he wanted to. He wanted to figure Ariel out; she was a complete mystery and he wanted to solve her puzzle.


2. Chapter 2

*1 week earlier*


I run a hand through my hair, letting out an irritated huff. My brother Harry had used the rest of my hair gel so what was I to do now? I knew if he took one pop to my face, I would be done for. Instead, I opt for my mother's hairspray. It wasn't the best option but it was the only one I seemed to have. Once my hair was styled rather grimacingly I head off to the school bus not bothering to say goodbye to anyone since my mother was asleep and Harry simply didn't care.


I stumble up the steps with trembling limbs not daring to look up, the blaring hollers of the other students ont he bus shaking me into silence. I take a seat next to my childhood friend Leeroy and he shoots me a shy smile before his gaze shifts back down to his lap. The two of us didn't talk much yet we were each other's company; we were losers, outcasts and anyone who talked to us were setting themselves up for soical suicide. I mean, look at us; two skimpy kids with hand-me-down clothes and outdated haircuts. We were nothing like our brothers Harry and Liam. Those two boys were the heartbreakers of the student body, knowing how to get a girl on her knees in seconds. Leeroy and I both knew better of course, we would never be able to do that with our dorkish looks and shy personalites.


I rest my head in my hands, fatigue and irritation finally setting in and when Leeroy asks what's wrong, I simply wave him away weakly. I just wanted to get through the school day without being severely harassed.


The bus stammers to a halt and Leeroy and I are the first to leave in the hopes of exiting the vehicle in one piece. Once we are successfully out of the dingy deathtrap, we head to our lockers, parting ways. When I get to mine, I realize the ship had sailed smoothly; there were no problems.


Just as that thought crosses my mind, I am brought into a triangle embrace, being tossed between three different boys, all of them making it their mission to make my life hell. "You off to class now, geek?" Zayn asks testily smirking, broadly and Louis and Niall cackle from his side.


I start to stutter a responce when they go back to tossing me around the trio. A soft, light voice brings the boys from their assaulting me, all four pairs of our eyes lingering on the sea blue ones of the magnificent girl in front of us. I didn't recognize her; with such captivating beauty, I knew if I had seen her beforehand, I would remember her. "Leave him alone," She says, eyes burning with a sort of intensity that made us all stunned. Who was this girl? Her gaze burns into the boys' eyes like laser beams and after a moment, Zayn lets go fo my shirt collar and kicks me in the shins before shoving me, my books gone flying.


The three of them walk away, laughing as if there wasn't a care in the world and I scoop up my belongings in rocord time. "Thanks," I say almost too soft to hear.


"Do they do that to you often?" She asks intead of just saying a simple 'you're welcome'. I nod shortly and just before we part, she smiles sweetly. Once I get to my English class, she is still to yet leave my head. The way her eyes burned with rage yet glistened with purity left me dumbfounded. I yearned to learn her name; my ears hungrily waited for it to ring in my eyes yet it never comes.


We had a sub, being stuck with one whose voice was so monotone it even made me doze off a few times and that was unheard of. We ended up watching a movie, people like my brother saying they were out to a trip to the bathroom yet never coming back and that's exactly what he did. I ended up cupping my face in my palms and pryed my eyes open until the bell rang. When it does, I scoop up my books and head to my next class, that having been gym and walk with dreadful steps. This class was my least favorite out of all of them, that class having been the one I get toremented the most in.


I sigh, walking into the locker room, slipping into my gym uniform and walking out, eyes glued on the ground. It's when I bump into another person that I look up from the dusty marble floor. I instantly flinch, thinking it was Zayn or Niall but find it was the beautiful girl who saved me this morning. "Oh, hey, you again," She smiles.


"S-Sorry for b-bumping i-into y-you," I stutter awkwardly, my social anxiety getting the best of me.


"It's okay, don't worry about it," She smiles again but now was when I noticed tears staining her cheeks, dried and barely visible. The two of us walk into the gym together and start walking around the track. Was this really happening? Why was such a pretty girl talking to and willingly hanging out with me? "So what's your name?" She asks.


"M-Marcel." I stammer.


"I'm Ariel," She giggles as the gym starts to fill. I hear harsh words being shot my way and I sigh, gaze shifting toward the ground, not wanting her to see the hurt in my eyes. "Don't let them get to you, okay Marcel?" Ariel says.


I force myself to nod, not wanting to look even more weak than I already did and grind my teeth to keep the tears in my eyes at bay.

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