The Person You Are (Marcel Fan Fic)

Marcel is just a nerd. Right?


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~Geogia's POV~

Honestly, I didn't want to go school. 

It seemed like no one wanted to be my friend. No matter how nice I was, they just didn't care.

Then Marcel's voice echoed through my head. 'No one wants to be friends with the person whose friends with the nerd.'

I dragged myself to History, I walked in hoping, praying Marcel would be waiting but instead Eric was.

He smirked at me seeing my disgust. How lucky am I?

I walked to the back and took my seat. Anger flushed through me, Eric was some bitch.

He turned around and sent me a glare. I don't understand his hatred towards me. Like I didn't let him beat Marcel up. So?

Did I steal your man card or something?

~1 Hour Later~

As soon as the bell rang, I jumped up trying to rush out of class. Before I could make it, someone grabbed my collar and dragged me outside.

"If I can't beat up the nerd, I'll beat up you." Eric's hot breath hit my neck. He slung me into a corner and soon 2 of his friends joined him.

"I'm going to enjoy this." Eric smirked. *bam* 

He hit me right in the face. Blow, after blow after blow. At first, I didn't know what happened, but then I heard laughter. 

Some other kids started to watch. One of Eric's goons hit me in the stomach making me dry heeve.

I collapsed, everyone was spinning. "Stop Eric." I looked around for a voice. 

The crowd parted revealing Marcel. 

"Excuse me?" Eric spat walking up to Marcel. Standing up taller, Marcel cleared his throat. "Stop hurting her, walk away and no one gets hurt." 

Eric started laughing, then in a split second threw a punch Marcel's way.

But it never hit Marcel. Cause Marcel caught Eric's fist in his hand.

Stunned, Eric tried with his other hand but Marcel leaned over and hit Eric instead. I don't know what happened after because I clocked out.


I woke up, looking at a blue ceiling with stars on it. A throbbing pain became present, I rubbed my head and sat up. 

Marcel sat there looking at me, smiling. "You feeling alright?" he asked. I groaned, "My head, and my eye hurt."

He handed me an ice pack and I noticed he had a black eye himself. "Marcel, what happened to you?" I asked shocked. 

"Oh nothing, Matt caught me off guard. It's OK." I looked around, he had posters of space on his walls, and a bookcase with over 200 books on it. 

"What time is it?" I asked. He looked at his watch, "About 5, do you need me to take you home?" he asked. I nodded standing up, but felt nauceous and sat back down.

"Maybe you should rest." He advised. 

Holding the ice pack to my ice, I honestly didn't know what to say. "Thank you Marcel, where did those mad fighting skills come from?" I asked.

He sat at the end of his bed and looked down, "Oh, its n-nothing. But your welcome, and I'm sorry I haven't been there for you. It just seemed like you-" his phone rang. "Excuse me."

He walked out of the room and shut the door behind him. I quietly went to the door and put my ear to it.

"I know Rick, I KNOW! But, I had an emergency! They beat her up! I couldn't just stand there! I know. I'll handle it."

HANDLE WHAT? Who IS Marcel? I went back to the bed and he walked back in. 

"S-sorry. I had to take it."

I nodded, "Can you take me home please?" He nodded, looking a little sad and disappointed. 


Marcel pulled up in front of my house and we both just sat there. "Thank you for standing up for me, and taking care of me." 

He shrugged, "You did the same for me." he smiled. I looked at his sweater vest buttons and then my eyes traveled up to his lips, and they sat there. Before I knew it, he was leaning in and before I could stop myself, so was I. 

Our lips connected, and fireworks blew. His lips were so soft and they moved with mine. I pulled away feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. 

"See you tomorrow Georgia."


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