The Makeover

Darcy's your typical popular girl. She's part of the drama club and she's the most known girl in school. She likes to party and have a good time with her friends. Marcel on the other hand your typical geek. He's part of the science and math club and he's the most bullied kid in school. He likes to stay at home where no one can hurt him.

What happens when Darcy gets paired up with Marcel on a school project and later gets dared to give him a makeover? Will Marcel break from his shell or will he never change?


6. V

Darcy's POV 

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I drove closer to my house. I didn't want to go to my empty bedroom. I didn't want to be alone anymore. 

I hadn't noticed what I was doing until I was standing in front of his house. I brushed the tears away from my face already knowing my mascara was running. 

The door opened wide revealing him and I could see the confusion in his eyes. 

"Darcy? What're you doing here?" Marcel looked concerned, his deep voice in a whisper. 

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know w-where else to go." 

Marcel immediately pulled me into his house, his arms open wide for me. 

"C'mon. You can stay as long as you need."

After while, Marcel thought we should get to sleep. He gave me some of his clothes to change into since I was wearing a dress. 

"The guest room is just down the hall. I'll be in the last room down the hall upstairs if you need me." He spoke softly. I nodded my head leaving the living room to get some rest. 

I sat alone for a while feeling like I would never get any sleep. Then my mind started replying the events of what happened tonight. I started to cry silently, my tears falling slowly down my cheek. 

I didn't want to be alone anymore. I pulled myself out of bed in search for Marcel. I knew his room would be upstairs so I climbed the staircase up there. 

I took a breath before peeking my head through. 

"Marcel?" I spoke as I looked around the dark room. I couldn't see anything at all. I pulled my phone out of the pocket in my sweets and flashed it around the room. 

I took a few more steps into the room. I got closer to the bed and noticed a mound of curly brown hair. 

"Marcel?" I watched as he slurred in his sleep. I sorta felt sorry for waking him up. He already looked tired when I knocked on his door. 

"D-Darc?" Marcel stuttered out my name. It made a shiver run down my spine. Darc. That nickname reminds me of someone. 

"Darcy? What're you doing?" Marcel was now sitting up in bed look at me. He already had his glasses back on as he stared at me. 

"Um, well, I couldn't sleep. I was wondering I could umm–"

Marcel cut me off by grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers. 

"Don't worry. You can stay." I looked into his green eyes as he reassured me. 

I slowly climbed into his bed feeling a lot more better. 

"Darcy?" Marcel's voice broke out. I turned my head to look at him. "What happened today?" He asked. 

I let a sigh escape my lips. "I let them get to me. They knew what to say to me and they used it against me. I shouldn't never went to that party." I could feel my tears start to build up in my eyes as I spoke. 

"It was Jackson and Marley right?" He took the words right out of me. "I'm sorry." He whispered. I felt him shift closer to me. 

"Thanks for being there for me Marcel. Really, I haven't had a real conversation with someone like you in a while."

I could see a smile forming on his lips. "Don't thank me. I'm just being a good friend."

Friend? Why did hearing Marcel say that hurt me, a lot? I wasn't sure why. 

"Lets try to get some sleep alright?" I nodded my head totally agreeing. I was exhausted. 

"Goodnight Marcel." I spoke. 

"Goodnight Darcy." Marcel whispered. 

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