The Boy With The Name Marcel


3. Chapter 3

When I got home, I sat at my kitchen counter. Nobody was home. Mom was at work, Liv was at her friend's house, and dad was at work too. I walked over to my fridge, and opened it to find nothing appetizing. Yeah, I have good food, but nothing seems good right now.


There's a knock at my door. The fuck? Who's here? ew. people. being social. 

I strolled over to the door, and slowly opened it, peeking to see who was standing at my doorstep. There was Marcel. His hands were behind his back, and he was wearing jeans and a black V-Neck. He still has his glasses on, and his hair gelled and combed to the side, but he looked good. Like, really good. He's actually hotter than Nick.. Why do I waste my time on that kid, when I have Marcel? Who could possibly have feelings for me? 

Wait no. I'm insane. What am I saying?

"Hey Marcel! what's up?" I flashed him a smile and he blushed 

"Well, I just wanted to say thank you for standing up for me today. I really appreciate it." He smiled at me, and pulled a bouquet of flowers from behind his back, and handed them to me. 

"Oh my gosh..! Thank you, Marcel!" I exclaimed 

"It's the least I can do. I was wondering if you wanted to go on a walk to the nearest park with me?"

"Uh, sure!" I started to nervous laugh, and when he made eye contact with me, I started to panic. 

This can't happen. Seriously. It can't happen. I had no problem with him before, and now I'm getting nervous, and I can't make eye contact, and I'm scared to talk to him. 

I slowly turned around, still giggling, and grabbed a pair of flip flops. I put them on, and slipped out the door, locking it behind me. 

I glanced at Marcel, and I saw that he was smiling at me.

"So.. What's up? What happened in the office after I left?" I asked 

"Well, after you left, Morgus called Sean down, and gave him a two day suspension. He got really mad, and stood up in front of my chair, called me a "Fucking Snitch" and stormed out." He shrugged.

"Oh my.. well I'm glad we got him! Now the bullying will stop, right?" I asked with some hope laced in my voice 

"Well.. not exactly. Sean wasn't my only bully, you know. I still get shit.." Marcel trailed off and sadly looked down. 

"Marcel. Who else is bothering you. Please tell me?" I put my hand on his shoulder

"I can't say. Unless you see it, you can't know." He crossed his arms and gave me a stern look

"Why the hell not? I don't want you getting hurt anymore!" I yelled. Why wouldn't he just let me help him?

"Sophie. I don't want you getting hurt either."

"What is that supposed to mean?!" my voice kept getting louder and louder. 

"Can we please just drop it? Please? I don't want to fight with you." he gave me a pleading look. 

"Fine." I simply stated 

"Okay good." He gave me a cheeky smile and kept walking.


We got to the park, and Marcel put his hands over my eyes. We walked a few more steps, before he let me see what was in front of me-- A big blanket, and a cooler on it. 

"What's this?" I laughed 

"Just a little something I did to say thanks again." He gave me that incredible smile, and grabbed my hand and pulled me down to sit in front of him on the blanket. 

"You really don't have to do this" I said as I sat down

"Yes I do. I owe you." He matter-of-factly told me 

"You don't owe me anything. We're friends!" I gave him a look, and he stared back. His eyes were like emeralds. 

"That's what I wanted to ask you.. Why, all of a sudden do you want to talk to me? You completely dropped me before, and now you're starting to become my only friend again. Why do you care about me? I'm nobody. I'm nothing." a single tear ran down his cheek, and I teared up. 

Did he really feel like that? 

"Marcel. you are not nobody. You are an amazing person. I don't know I was young, and only cared about myself. I thought that you would be fine without me. I wouldn't stand up for you before because I was scared about my reputation, but you mean something to me. I didn't know that back then. I know that now. I don't really care about what other people say or think. You deserve all the love in the world because you're you. You're a great person. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." 

He started to cry a little more and just whispered "Thanks.. There's something I need to tell you though."

"Yeah?" my heart rate started to pick up

"Well.. I- I- Um.." he stuttered and nervous laughed. 

"Yeah..?" I asked

"I have some feelings for you. Sorry.. I always have. I know you don't like me back, but I couldn't really keep it inside me any longer. I've felt it for quite some time."

I was speechless really. 

Why? I kinda liked him back. 

Wait what. No. I like Nick. Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick. Why is it that I think about Marcel more than I do Nick? 

Because you like him dummy. 

No. Okay, yeah fine. Can you blame me? I'm a sucker for green eyes. Plus, he's sweet, a genuinely nice person, and he knows how to treat a girl. So, fine, I'll tell him. 

"You.. You do?" I started to nervous laugh. "Well I have to admit, the feeling is mutual but I guess I always hid the fact and locked it away.."

"Really?" His face lit up, and I nodded, with a small smile on my face.


I leaned over and hugged him, and kissed him on his right cheek. 

He looked up at me, and kissed me. Right on the mouth. 

You know what?

I liked it. 






Sorry for the short chapter!!! I haven't had much time! I promise the next one will be better <3


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