Best of Two

Samantha is jut an ordinary high school chick... until these british twins come in from the UK named Harry Styles and Marcel Styles.

Harry Styles was the popular. He was very athletic, and got into the football team (and sooner became the captain), outgoing, and very outgoing. Meanwhile, Marcel is the total opposite. Nerdy, quiet, and likes to keep to himself sometimes. With Harry's oscar-winning smile and luscious curly locks, and Marcel's gelled up hair with big squared polished glasses, it's obvious to know that Harry's the hot twin.

Next thing you know, every girl is eyeing Harry Styles and Samantha has also fallen for the british charm. Knowing all the girls have better chance, with him Samantha hatches a plan to get closer to Harry. She decides to be-friend Marcel.


3. Football

"Hm, it's been a week so far-- no progress lately, I see." Desiree said as she took a bite from her sandwich. 

"Come on Des, give me some slack. I mean, you don't want to make it TOO obvious, you know?" I nudged her. 

"Well it's not going to go anywhere if you don't invite Marcel to sit with us, I mean just look at him-- he's always eating at the table by himself at lunch." 

We both eyed him. She did have a point. How am I going to get closer to Harry... if I don't get closer to Marcel? But at the same time, I can't make it look like I WANT Marcel to sit with us, I mean-- I don't want people to think that I like Marcel, especially HARRY. But then again, I'm pretty good with a plan. I start walking towards his table's direction.

"Um, Sam what are you doing?" Desiree asked.

"Hm, you'll see." I answered.

"Gosh, I hate when you don't tell me your plan till right after."

I continued to walk towards his direction. Marcel started to notice this and looked around his surroundings, thinking I must be heading that direction for someone else. I took a stop when I reached his table. 

"Hi." I said to him. He blinked a few times, probably can't believe I approached him. 

"Um, h-hi Sam, what are you doing here?" He asks me.

"I was wondering if you could help me on my English. You did say you major in it." I say as I take a seat at his table. I noticed people staring at me.

"You said you major in it too." He said.

"I know, but well, I'm kind of getting there." I replied. "That's why I need your HELP on my ENGLISH." I said a bit loud for everyone to hear. Majority of people started to look away.

"Oh o-okay, um so what in English do you need help with?"

"More of that big country report we have to do for Ms. LaBelle on Canada."

"Maybe we can ask her if we can work as p-partners on that? It'll be easier. And I think she'll let us, knowing we both m-major in English."

"A-Are you sure, Marcel? I mean, how if I fuck up your grades?" I asked him. He shrugged.

"I know you won't." He says with a small smile. The school bell rings and I walk with Marcel to our class with Ms. LaBelle.

"M-Ms. LaBelle?" Marcel says, calling her attention. She hummed in response. "Um, well you see, Sam and I thought maybe we could partner up for the country report?"

She thought about it for a moment. "Actually I read about the both of you majoring in English, and I gotta say I've looked at both your school files and I am highly impressed." She says. "Actually, I want you both to work together for a different assignment, you both are excused from the country report."

"And what is that?" I asked.

"Well actually, it's more like a job. I need you guys to run the School Paper-- you know the people who get all the news for the school and what's going down with I don't know-- for example: JOCELYN IS AT IT AGAIN, WITH EX BOYFRIEND WILL! I don't know, the gossip column, the advice column, and yeah-- but don't worry, it's just until Sally and Ben come back-- so you guys would just have to do it for... 2 weeks.This will increase your English grade by 40%, I mean, just think about it!"

Marcel and I looked at each other with startled looks. I fiddled with my fingers. At the same time it's a huge deal because we get a lot for our grade marks. I sighed as I can't really blame Marcel for this, because I am basically the one who got this started.

"Just Marcel and I--all by ourselves? I mean, don't you think that's a lot of work Ms. LaBelle?" I protested.

"No, there's going to the the News Crew helping you guys out. You guys will just be in-charge and also will be editors in chief and write a few parts for each column as well. So, are you guys in?"

"I'd take it, h-how about you Sam?" Marcel asked. I nodded my head. He gave me a wide grin. "We'll take it!"

"Okay, you guys start right after school!" Ms. LaBelle says. 

"Wait what?!" We both exclaimed.

"I c-can't today Ms. LaBelle, I promise my brother I'll stay for his football game." Marcel protested.

My eyes widened at the thought. Harry Styles. Me. Another plan hatched in my head.

"Marcel that's a GREAT IDEA!" I say to him. "We can interview the new school year's football team! Trust me, lots of people will read this one's issue-- I know a a few girls who would." I said.

"Okay, as long as you tell the crew where you both will be and give them instructions on what they're going to do." Ms. LaBelle said.


"There he is!" I tell Marcel, as he adjusts his green sweater. We both approach Harry by the end of the bleachers.

"WHOAA." Harry yelps as he falls on top of me. I blinked a few times. His face was just inches away from mine, I swear we could've kissed right there. Instead he gives me a wide grin.

"Hi there, princess." He says with his cute british accent. I could feel his breath against mine. He slowly got off of me and I quickly fixed myself.

"Sorry for the push, Harry!" The guy infront of Harry apologized.

"It's fine, mate." He answers with a smile. He's sucha charm oh my goodness. "So, Marcel who's this pretty lady you got with ya?" He says as he eyes me.

"This is Sam--"

"Oh, so THIS is Sam!" Harry exclaimed. OMYGOD HE PRACTICALLY KNOWS ME. "Wow."

"Oh stop, I mean look at the cheerleaders they're damn pretty."

"Eh, but too much make-up, I mean I like natural beauty.. you don't wear that much, I like that." 

I blushed at this words.

"Excuse us." Marcel said, pulling Harry to a place out of my earshot. I saw them way on the other side of the bleachers. I examined Marcel and Harry's face. I wonder what they're talking about. I sighed as I was a bit upset that Marcel had to take my time away from Harry. I think he likes me.


"It's not funny Harry, you can fuck with any girl's feelings but don't do it with her." I say to him. My fists were now clenched because of anger.

"I'm not, I actually do think she's pretty." He replies to me.

"You said that about the last one, and the last one-- face it Harry, you can fool anybody but you can NEVER fool me."

"Oh, does Marcel have a little crush?" He says in a baby voice. It just got me angrier.

"I'm serious Harry, fuck off from her. She's a nice girl, the last thing she needs is getting hurt."

"That was all back in London. I'm a new person here now. No one knows me, my past; nothing. I'm not a player, I'm just Harry fucking Styles, the exchange student from London or a.k.a. 'the british guy'. My point is calm down, okay?"

"Harry, just remember I'm not fucking around." 

A football landed right in front of me from the football field.

"Eh, pass!" A person from Harry's team says to me. I noticed he was all the way down the field.

"Um, MarcelI can throw that if you want." Harry says. I chuckle at his words.

"What? You think because I don't do sports and shit I can't throw a fucking football?" I questioned him with a raised eyebrow. And with that, i threw the football with a big whip at the guy in Harry's team. It hit him exact, which caused the guy to tumble down-- but he still caught it.

"Wow, Marcel!" I hear a voice behind me. I turn around and it was Coach Graham. "You got a really good arm, say you know how to play football?"

"Why actually yeah." I answered. I could feel Harry's stare from Coach Graham to me.

"There's a spot still on the team, and try-outs aren't over-- but after seeing you throw like that, you don't need to attend try-outs, just tell me if you want to join and you're in." 

I thought about it for a few moments. 

"I don't know I'll think about it." I say with a shrug.

"Whatever you say, big guy." He says as he patted my back. Coach Graham jogged away as he blew his whistle.

"Are you?"Harry asked me. I raised my eyebrow.

"Scared I might be better than you?" I questioned with a smirk.

"Bring it on brother." He says as he returns the smirk.

I suddenly see Samantha heading this way.

"Here comes the babe." Harry says with a cheeky smirk on his face.

"Really Harry, fuck off." I replied. "I think Coach Graham is calling the team up."

Harry jogged to the coach. Sam scratched her head and looked over the notepad she was carrying. 

"Okay, well I basically already interviewed every single person in the football team without you in that span of time. Thanks for the hep Marcel." She says with a roll of her eyes.

"I-I'm sorry, something went up." I said. "Wait, we haven't interviewed Harry."

"I know. I was going to but you--"

"Oh wait yeah, I did." I lied. She looked at me.

"You did? Why did you have to pull him so far away from me?" She asked.

"Ah, he's shy." I said.

"Aw so cute."

I think she has fallen for the charm.

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