In Love With the Nerd

I never saw myself with her.
I never saw myself like this.
I never realized who I was until I got the girl.
The guy who I was is still inside me and can come out anytime.
I just want to keep her happy and be me at the same time.


5. Trying to Explain

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep. I've never been beat up like that before in a long time. Like I always do, I dream about things that will never happen.

I was in a very large arena with four other guys and thousands of screaming fans. I think.

I was wearing black skinny jeans, brown boots and a Rolling Stones shirt. I ran my fingers through my hair. It was curly and I didn't have my glasses on. My vision was clear as a bell.

"Thank you for all your support and staying with us through everything. We would never be here without you." The crowd screamed.

"I want to thank our girls, my family and wonderful girlfriend Sabrina. She was my high school best friend and still is. I couldn't wish for a better life." The crowd got louder.

This is how I wish my life was. To be a somebody. To be known not as the nerd. But to be known as someone famous. The arena began to shake. Looks like this dream is going to end.

"Marcel wake up." A echo voice rang in my ears. "Marcel wake up!" It was my sister. The shaking became harder and hurt more.

"I'm up Gemma. Stop shaking me." I still had the rag over my eyes. Gemma's green eyes stared at me. She looked exactly like she did this morning.

"Mums gonna freak when she see's you." She stared at my stomach. "Mason again?" I nodded.

"He's suspended. And if he beats me up one more time, he's out of the school for good."

"They need to get him out of there anyway. How'd you get home?"

"My new friends. Sabrina and Logan."

"Ok. Well mum should be here any second. You might want to fix your hair."

"Mum can stick it. I'm not doing my hair. I can barely sit up on my own." Gemma held her hand out. I took it and limped to the bathroom holding my stomach.

I slipped my glasses on. My face was turning normal again. My eyes were still purple and blue, but my cheeks and forehead were normal color. My hair was a curly mess. I kinda liked it. My chest and stomach were still bruised up pretty bad. There was some ice in the sink. I switched the old ice out and put the new ice in. I walked out of my bathroom and hear my mum scream.

"Harold Marcel Edward Styles! What happened?" I should explain my name.

My mum wanted my name to be Marcel while my dad wanted my name to to be Harold. That sums it up.

"I got beat up again." I took the ice off to show her. You would think a normal mum would say 'Aw you poor baby.' my mum doesn't. She finds different ways to make it my fault.

"Why didn't you fight back?"

"If I'm on the ground being kicked in the stomach, I can't exactly get up like that."

"Don't get a attitude with me. Did you leave school?"

"I had to mum. There's no way I could stay at school." Her eyes filled with rage.

"Harold I told you, no matter how hard you get beat up never leave school." This was my mum for ya. She wants me to be in school 24/7 so I can be this perfect son she wants. Well I'm not perfect and she needs to understand that. She looked at my hair. Oh great.

"And you need to fix your hair. It looks awful."

"It's fine mum." She coughed like I cussed her out. I wanted to though.

"It's fine mother." She faked a smile.

"No it's not fine. You are purple and blue and can't fight. Plus you look like a hobo. Get a nice shirt on and fix that hair." I groaned and sat on my bed.

"Ok if you're not going to listen to me, you're grounded." My eyes widened.

"What'd I do?"

"For not listening to me."

"Well mother, sorry for not being able to use my super speed to fix myself."

"Two weeks no nothing." She walked to my door, slammed it shut and locked it. Like I had something to do anyway. I went to my desk and got my journal.

I write all the dreams I can remember in it. This is my fourth book and I'm about to run out of pages. Some entries go from half a page to seven pages. But if I ever get lucky and make it big, I can try to make them come true.

I finished writing sighed and scanned my bedroom. I looked at my nightstand and saw I had Sabrina's number. I got my phone and called her.

"Hello?" Her voice was cheery.

"Hey, It's Marcel."

"Hey! How are you feeling?"

"A lot better. You know your nursing." She laughed.

"Has your mom seen you?"

"Yeah I'm grounded for two weeks."

"What? Why?"

"I didn't fight back and my hair."

"That's bull crap!" She was mad.

"I know. So now I'm locked in my room." There was silence. "You still there?"

"Yeah. Would it be ok if me and Logan came to explain what happened?"

"Eh I don't know. My mum can be a hard person to get to."

"It'll be fine. I get along with parents."

"Ok, but don't your hopes up. And dress in a dress or something fancy. Don't ask." I looked at my closet.

"Ok. I don't own a dress or any skirts. Just dressy jeans. Logan has a suit he can wear."

"Ok that's perfect. Wear a dressy shirt and heels if you have any. If you don't wear converses."

"Ok I'll do that. Be there in half a hour."

"Bye." I hung up and went to my closet.

I got a black dress shirt and set it on my bed. I went to my dresser and got a white ties to go with it. I looked through the drawers and found one pair of my old skinny jeans. I tried them on. Taking my time bending down. They fit! I slid the shirt over my arms and buttoned it up. I fixed the collar and put the tie on. I didn't care to tuck my shirt in my jeans and slid on my black converses. Mum disapproves of them, but I don't care. I went to the bathroom and fixed my curls. Forget the 'perfect hair'. My hair looks good enough now.

Now trying to get out. That's going to be hard. I went to my desk and found one of Gemma's bobby pins she left this morning. I bent it up and picked the lock. I walked to the kitchen. My mum was in a white dress shirt and black baggy dress pants. She looked up at me. "I thought I locked you in your room."

"I'm sorry mother. I shouldn't have acted like a coward and should have fought back and sorry for my hair."

"It stills looks horrible." She mumbled. I sighed and sat at the kitchen table.

"At least you cleaned up." She set a turkey sandwich in front of me. I took a bit and laid back in my chair. First thing I've had since this morning. My mum sat beside me, drinking her water. 

I hope she likes Sabrina and Logan. If she doesn't, I'm screwed.

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