Love Struck ~ Marcel Love Story ~

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5. Chapter Three


When I woke up the next morning, Marcel was already awake. It was about 5:30 in the morning and school starts at 7. I yawn softly and stretch, standing up and grabbing a white tank top with a purple Hollister sweater. I grab a pair of tie-dye shorts and my purple Vans and run a hand through my messy hair.


"Okay, I'll be back in a little while, I have to get ready myself and then I'll get you ready." I tell Marcel. He nods as I turn and walk to the bathroom, getting a towel from the hall closet on the way.


After my shower I get out and dry off, quickly getting dressed and do my hair, deciding to scrunch it today. I do that and do my make up, doing a light coat of eyeliner and eye shadow like I usually do. Basically it's a normal routine for me. I brush my teeth and grab my hair curler and hairspray before walking out back to my room.


"Okay. Let's get started." I say as I see Marcel all ready. His glasses are off and his contacts are next to him. I plug in my curler and let it heat up, while it does that I tilt his head back and he widens his eyes, letting me put in his contacts before I curl his hair and spray it with hairspray, fixing it a bit before the hairspray's effect actually works. When I finish I tell him to brush his teeth since it's 6:40 and it takes 20 minutes to walk to school.


When we arrive at school Jenna instantly walks up to Marcel and starts flirting, he smiles. I had taught him how to act 'cool' and all that on the walk here. So his smile turns into a smirk. But what I wasn't prepared for was to hear Jenna say,


"Ew, let's ditch this freak and go hangout with my friends." She giggled after. But that didn't effect me, what effected me was what Marcel responded with.

"Yeah, she is pretty weird. Let's go." I gasp softly as they walk away, leaving me standing there alone. 

"Are you being serious right now?!" I yell at him. But he doesn't hear my and just keeps walking. I sigh and brush it off. He's probably just trying to fit in.... Although they never called me a freak before... Whatever.


At lunch Marcel was next to me in line... Along with Jenna. They were whispering back and forth, I didn't bother to listen. When I got my food I started walking to my table, only to have someone elbow my tray into my chest. I looked up to see who it was, only to see Marcel and Jenna laughing at me. It was probably Jenna who did it.. Right? Wrong. It was Marcel. I glared at him and picked up my tray, chucking it at him so it hit his face, getting the food left over to get all over his face.


"Screw you, Styles!" I yell at his face. Jenna gasps and goes to slap me, but I grab her wrist and twist it back.

"Don't touch me." I growl. I had taken karate when i was younger, I'm a black belt and she should know that considering we were best friends when we were younger. Yes, me and the school's biggest whore were best friends at one point in time. Get over it.


When she begs me to let go I do and walk away angrily, making my way to the bathroom. Marcel followed me, seeing that the had to clean up as well. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, starting to clean myself off. It's a good thing I keep an extra hoodie and shirt in my locker at gym just in case. I bolt out of the bathroom and run to gym, explaining to the teacher why I was there at this time. She gave me a sympathetic look and nodded, letting me go to the locker room and quickly change my hoodie to a blue one. It's a good thing blue and purple match.


At the end of the day I grabbed my backpack. I had to go the whole day being tormented my Jenna and Marcel. You have no idea how back it killed me considering just this morning Marcel was my best friend and he changed within a second. When I walked out of the building everyone but Marcel was gone.


"Hey, Alex." Marcel said, smiling as he walked up to me.

"Piss off." I say back, walking and not looking at him.

"What did I do." He asked. I stopped in my tracks.

"Just this morning you were my best friend, then the second we walked into the school you changed when Jenna walked off. You agreed with her that I was a freak, you agreed to smash my tray into my chest, you let her steal my gym clothes and you HUNG THEM FROM THE BASKETBALL HOOP SO WE HAD TO GET A JANITOR TO GET THEM! GO FUCK YOURSELF MARCEL I DON'T EVEN CARE ANYMORE." I yell at him, shoving him and causing him to fall to the floor. He was never that strong anyway.

"But, Alex I-" I cut him off.

"Fuck off." I growl, stomping away.


What? He asked for it.

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