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...?


6. Chapter Six.

Marcel's POV


I spray on my best Lynx deodorant, towel dry my hair, then gel it down into it's usual style. I pull on my best white button up shirt, brown sweater vest, dark pants and black shoes. I observe myself intently in the mirror,


What happened to you? Oh, Ha-- Marcel, what did you do to yourself? How on Earth did you manage to end up like this? What sort of damage must you have caused? I think to myself, and I know the answer. A lot. But no more. I've had enough of reflecting on what used to be, I have to focus on now. Because I have a da-- a tutor session with Katie. I have to remember that Marcel doesn't get dates, only tutor sessions because the only person who likes him for who he is, is Lauren. What would she think about Harry? Would she feel betrayed? Hurt?


No! I think to myself, tonight is about Katie. Katie. Radiant, angelic, beautiful Katie who see's me as a slab of meat. No, she doesn't because she knows about Harry. Does that give me an advantage over Dan James? Probably not, but it must give me something, anything! 


Just then the doorbell rings, I flurry downstairs and answer before anybody else does,


"Hey," sighs  Katie listlessly. "Lets just get this thing over with, I don't want to be here any more than you do, OK?"


"OK," I murmur and with that sentence all hope is lost, flushed down the drain, never to be seen again.  We head up to my bedroom and slouch onto the bed, I pull, out a bunch of math books and begin on quadratics and algebraic fractions. Wonderful.


After about half an hour of Katie's whining and droning about the uselessness of maths in general and the great pain it inflicts upon our brains; I give up.


"OK, that's today done with, fortunately." I breath, packing away the textbooks.


"It's only been half an hour! I have to be out of the house for at least 2 hours!" She whines.


"Can't you go out with Dan James?" I snap a bit too mean.


"Him? He's a jerk! I wouldn't get back with him if he fell on his knees and grovelled at my feet!" She explains and the tiniest flicker of hope ignites inside me. "He dumped me this morning for Natalie Peterson! I mean can you believe it?!" No, no I can't, Dan dumped Katie? I feel like dancing with joy! I don't, of course.


"No way.." I gawp, "You're 100 times prettier than Natalie Peterson!"


"Ha, thanks," She scoffs flicking her luscious, blonde hair and applying another coat of glittery lip gloss. "I honestly can't find what he sees in her!"


"So.. you're available, like, single?" I stutter out anxiously.


"Yeah, guess so. It sucks, big time!"


"I know..."


She collapses down of the bed, tears brimming in her eyes, "Why do I always have  to pick the jerks? Why can't I pick somebody who actually cares about me, who likes me for me?" She sobs. I wish I had the courage to tell her everything, to put an arm around her, kiss her even. I know what would happen though, she'd pull away, shout at me, walk out and I'd be left feeling a complete fool. Instead I sit next to her and pat her awkwardly on the back.


"You can talk to me you know. Tell me stuff, I'll sit and listen, I promise." I assure her, she looks at me then, mascara dripping down her blotchy face.


"Oh, Marcel... there are so many things you don't know! So many things I wish I could tell you but I can't, I just can't! You understand that, right?" I do, I really do, I know about keeping secrets because otherwise your whole life will crumble down right before your eyes, I know about keeping secrets to protect those around you, I just can't understand what kind of secrets a girl like Katie would have that are so important. I nod along anyway,


"I have to go, now." She whispers and I show her out, "You're so good to me, Marcel, you're so kind and friendly, I guess you're the only real friend I've got. Thank you." Then she does something really unexpected, she flings her arms around me and welcomes me into a warm embrace. I hold her close and smell her apple scented hair, I wish the moment would never end. Of course, it does, she turns on her heels and walks off leaving me ecstatically bewildered. Did it mean something? I could only hope.

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