The Geek

Zella never thought she would end up with Marcel. Her best friend, Veronica, talked her into going to prom with him. Marcel really wanted a date for the dance, and Zella only said yes because she was going to be paid thirty bucks for it from Veronica. She never thought she would fall in love with him, and she never thought he would completely change.


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Zella's P.O.V.



I woke up the next morning and saw that Marcel wasn't in bed. I got up and went down to his kitchen. There he is. 

"Hey Marcel," he turned to look at me and he smiled.

"Hey," I walked over to him and stood next to him. 

"How are you?"

"Good, you?" he asked turning to me. 

"Perfect," I looked into his eyes and he leaned in to kiss me. Our lips touched and they moved in sync. I put my arms around his neck and he put his on my waist. Our kiss broke at the sound of a plastic bag dropping to the floor. I looked over to see a person with their mouth open. Harry.

"Zella, what are you doing?!" he yelled. I looked at Marcel and he was looking down. I screamed.

"Harry?!" he looked back up to me and nodded. I looked over to the real Marcel and he just shook his head going upstairs. I turned to Harry and slapped him across the face. "Bitch," I muttered under my breath. Harry looked up at me giving me a dirty look. The next thing I knew his fist hit my cheek. I screamed and ran upstairs, holding my cheek.

I opened the door to see Marcel sitting on the bed. He looked up and me and saw my red cheek. He stood up and walked over to me, rubbing his hand over my cheek. 

"W-What happened?" he asked.

"Harry, he uh, punched me," his eyes moved from my cheek to my eyes. 


"Yeah," Marcel looked at the door and walked over to open it. "Marcel, no," he turned to look at me. 

"Zella," he sighed. I walked over to him and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the bed. He sat down next to me and looked at me. "Before I go beat the crap out of my brother, I need to know what happened,"

"I kissed him,"

"What? Why?"

"I didn't mean to. You were right,"

"Right about what?"

"Getting confused,"


"Marcel," I said mocking him. 

"Just be careful, okay?"

''That's all you have to say to me?"

"No, but I can't think because I need to the crap out of someone for punching my princess,"

(A/N Ha! I just now remembered that Niall would call his girlfriend his princess! That's really weird! I honestly wasn't thinking about that!)

"Marcel, just leave it,"


"Because it isn't like you to hurt someone,"

"So? This person messed with you,"

"Stop using this person, we both know it's Harry," I laughed. "Please stay here with me?"

"Fine," I sighed.

"Yay," I said getting up to sit on his lap. I leaned in and kissed him. 

"I never pictured this,"


"I always thought you were the prettiest girl in school, and I always thought that I would never have a chance with you. But look at us now," I smiled.

"I could never live without my geek," he smiled at me and kissed my cheek gently. "It doesn't hurt that much,"

"You say that now," 

"Whatever, Marcel," I laughed. I kissed him one more time before getting up to get dressed.

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