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...?


3. Chapter Three.

I walked home, my back pack trailing behind me. I stormed into my house, rushing up stairs so I could be ready in time for when Katie came over. I had gave her my address earlier. I hopped into my shower, letting the gel rinse out of my hair. I wrapped a towel around my waist, running a hand through my soaked curls. I picked out a Rolling Stones t-shirt and black skinny–jeans. 

 I let my curls dry then fixed them into place. This was the real me. The me who got any girl he wanted. The me who beat up so many people I was forced to start over. A fresh new start. That's all I had wanted. Now I regretted it. I used to be the bully. Now I was the target. It made me realise how much of a monster I had been before. I was determined to change my whole attitude– for the better.

 The doorbell rung throughout the house, startling me. I trudge downstairs, swinging my door open.

“Well hello there.” Katie winked at me, causing me to mentally roll my eyes. “Where's Marcel?”

“Urhm, I'm Marcel.” I replied shyly with a chuckle. Her eyes widened and she blinked a couple of times to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

 “B–But–” It was now her turn to stutter. A smirk plastered across my face as she struggled to get her words out. “You're hot!”

 “Thanks, I guess.” I replied.

 “You're perfect!” She exclaimed, her mouth now the shape of an exact 'o'.

 “I wouldn't exactly say that.” I sighed, “My past isn't exactly all that great.”

 “Why?” She spoke curiously, “What happened?”

 “Come on,” I motioned for her to come in the house, shutting the door behind her. She followed me upstairs, sitting next to me on my bed. “I can't show my real face in school-”

“Why?” She interrupted me.

 “You don't ask much, do you?” I spoke sarcastically. “Ever heard of Harry Styles?” I raised an eyebrow at her, watching as her expression dropped and she paled.

 “Th–that's y–you?” She questioned with a whisper, her body trembling. I simply nodded, watching as she slowly inched away from me.

 “I hurt so many people, destroyed so many lives.” I put my head in my hands, preventing her to see the flow of tears escaping from my eyes. “I'll never forgive myself.”

 “It's okay Har–Marcel, everyone deserves a second chance.” She reassured, placing a hand on my back and rubbing comforting circles on it.

“That's what everyone says.” I mumble. “I don't deserve anything. I'll always be known as a trouble maker.”

 “No.” She shook her head. “You're so much more than that.”

 “Don't lie to me.” I growl, “You didn't like me as a nerd, so why do you like me now? Because you've seen the real me. That's why. The only person who likes me for me is Lauren.”


 “No, just get out.” I mutter, not bothering to look at her on her way out. “We'll study tomorrow. I need time to think.” She sighed, slamming the door behind her.

 Trouble. Trouble. Trouble.

That's all I'll ever be.

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