Outcast (Marcel)

Marcel is the school nerd. Katie is the school 'it girl'. What happens when these two worlds collide.. And one of them has a secret nobody can know about...?


4. Chapter Four.

"Hey!" Lauren greeted at school the next morning, her chirpy mood ebbed away when she saw my grim expression, "Are you okay, is it the bullying again?" She inquired with a weak smile.


"It's nothing," I dismissed quickly whereas inside I was crying an assortment of different emotions that nobody can know about. I can tell she doesn't believe me but she says nothing of it, instead, she tries to change the subject only to make my mood worse.


"How was the tutoring?" She teases, grinning to herself.


"Fine," I huff listlessly.


"What's wrong with you today? Did something happen last night?" She demands, determined to find out the answer.


"I'm fine! Just leave it, OK?" I snap, irritated by her perseverance. "I'm going to return some books to the library." I mutter, scurrying on ahead, leaving her stunned and alone. Unfortunately, my day gets worse when I hear the voice of doom bellowing across the yard.


"Marcel!" Yells Dan James, the school sports hero, "Over here, Marcel!" Reluctantly, I turn to face him, my face drained of all emotions. "Well come here, I'm not shouting across the yard!" He smirks sarcastically. I trudge over because the contrary would result something hard hitting my head or an 'accident' next lesson which results in my injury.


"What is it Dan?" I sigh.


"I think i deserve a little more respect!" He smirks demands.


"What do you request, oh mighty one?" I breath, my voice overflowing with sarcasm. Dan's face screws up into an angry ball, the way mine used to when anybody challenged me.


"I don't want you messing with my Katie." He smirks, wrapping a defensive arm around her.


"I wouldn't dream of it." I huff, angry at Katie for making up these lies. Angry at myself for letting myself think that there could ever be a chance of Katie an d I. I glance at her guilt-stricken face, her eyes  register both guilt and hurt and I find myself forgiving her. I can't help it. Maybe now she knows the real me I may have a chance.


No! I think to myself, The real me is horrible, the real me is like Dan James. Dan James is horrible. Like me. Maybe we have more in common than I thought... And that's not a good thing. 


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