Another new school, on a different continent. I'm just glad I'm able to hide the scars on my face for once, I just want to be treated normally at this school. Hopefully I'll be able to stay for the rest of the year. But what happens if someone finds out my past and everything starts coming to hunt me?


7. Studying

Chapter 6

~Marcel's POV~

 I watched Daisy as she tried opening the door. "Its locked, I think you need key," I told her.

 She dropped her bag on the ground and went to go sit in the grass. "I don't a pair of keys," she said.

 I looked at her setting my bag next to hers and joined her. Then a car came into the drive way.

 "Sweetie! I am so sorry I thought I would have been back in time when you got home. I am so sorry," said a lady coming out of the car. "How long have you been out here?" She asked then looked over at me. "And who are you?"

 "I'm Marcel," I said getting up to shake her hand.

 "Well it's nice to meet you Marcel. How long have you guys been waiting out here?" She asked again.

 "Only about a minute or so. Their's is nothing to worry about Mrs.Moore," I told her.

 "Well that makes me feel a bit better. I need to remember to give the keys we got for you. I completely for about them when just as you were leaving. Any way Luca is hosting a company tonight in the backyard. And Marcel you can join if you'd like, but I really have to try and figure out it is that they wanted me to cook," she really didn't stop talking as she got some bags from the back of her car.

 Daisy got up and start helping her. "Sorry, maybe we can start tomorrow. I'm gonna be the one cooking," she told me.

 I shook my head. "I don't mind. I'd like to help. When I called my mom she dropped the phone when I told that I had to help someone," I said letting it slip out.

 "My mom is probably so happy I have someone over and I've only been here 2 days," she said. 

 "You mean all of you," I told her.

 She shook her head. "Nope, I mean just me." She grabbed the last of the bags and we both went inside. "I'll go get our bags from the front porch," she said walking away.

 I looked around that kitchen and started taking out everything that were in the bags. "Oh no, you don't have to do that Marcel."

 "Oh, I don't mind Mrs.Moore," I told her.

 "How did you figure my last name?" She asked.

 I was a bit of a weird question. "Because it's Daisy's." I told her. Just then she came back in and her mom and I both stared at her.

 "Is something wrong?" she asked.

 "Oh no, not at all. You guys go study and I'll take care of all this," her mom said.

 "We're just gonna be in living, when you start cooking come get me," she said. Her mom nodded and we walked away.

 She sat down on the couch taking out the rubber band in her hair. I couldn't help but stare as she put her beanie back on. It toke me a minute to realize that she was staring back at me. "Oh s-s-sorry," I said starting to stutterer again.

 "Don't worry. Come on sit down, I don't bite," she said patting the stop next to her. I walked over to her trying to take off my tie now that I wouldn't need to be wearing it. Some how after a school year and a half I still can't get it off. "Here, let me help," she said. I say her hands go to my neck. I started shaking a bit but she didn't noticed. She slowly unfolded what my mom had done this morning. I was only watching her hands as they slowly went back down to her sides once she was done.

 "T-t-thanks." Why couldn't I stop stuttering again. "So wher-"I started tripping over something and falling over on Daisy. "Oh god! I am so sorry," I said getting off of her and sitting. I put out my hand to her sit up too. "I did not mean to do that. Are you ok?" I asked her.

 "Don't worry. You only fell on my shoulder, it could have been worse," she said.

 "Are you sure? Do you want me to loo-"

 "No," she said before I could finish.

 We sat there both quiet. "So where would you like to start?" I asked her.

 At first she seemed a bit confused. But then realized what I was talking about. "Why not just some chapter review notes," she said.

 I nodded grabbing my folder and other notes. We were just gonna use her textbook so it would be easier to point everything out. I watched her grab a random notebook and write something on it. "Did you take any notes or learn anything today?" I asked.

 "I'm pretty sure I impressed everyone in choir," she said. "Other then nope."

 "How did you do that?" I asked.

 "Mrs.Snow was playing the wrong notes or she might have just been testing me. Either way I pointed it out and so she let me take over the piano. So I started playing playing the melody and the accompaniment with it while singing the whole song."

 "You've listen to the song that much?" I asked her in shock.

 "Nope," she shook her head. "Not once."

 "Oh my god," I told her. "That's amazing you can do all that."

 "I'm pretty sure your brother was thinking some like that because he said oh my god too."

 Of course my brother, the great and famous Harry Styles, but I'm just the nerdy one, nobody wants me. But then again she said she's never heard them sing. 

 As the hour went on we were having so much fun, she even showed me a little how to cook.

 "Hey mom," she said seeing her mom walk in.

 "What's up sweetie," she returned.

 "Did you know that I had to a uniform?"

 "Oh god, you guys have to uniforms?"

 "Yeah, we have a few policies," I told her mom.

 "I am so sorry sweetie, they didn't tell us anything. We can go out latter to get them. What's the uniform?" She asked.

 "Girls must have a white button up t-shirt with a black skirt that goes past the knees. Monday is green, Tuesday and Thursday is red, Wednesday is blue, and Friday is gold for ties," I told her.

 I watched her go quickly  to write it down. "Are you saying that I have to wear a skirt for 7 hours?" She asked.

 "I'm afraid you do," I told her.

 "Great," she said stabbing her paper.

 I put my hand high enough under hers that the paper wouldn't get hit any more. "That's not nice," I told her. Her head then fell on my shoulder, it was a good kind of feeling to have somebody else again.

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