A party at the frat house

Chapter 12

The rest of the week passes normally. Marcel hasn't shown up at all, and that boy hasn't talked to me, and thank God he hasn't. Stacey invites to another party but I decline, and she ends up not going and bringing one of her friends to study with her in our room. Matt, I think she called him, he is nice I think she likes him. They both forget about studying and keep laughing that I could barely do my work. He leaves by ten and im glad.

"So.." I look up at her

"Do you have plans for tomorrow !??" she asks "It's Sunday"

"What else do people do on Sundays other than staying at home eating and probably sleeping?" I smirk "I already finished all the work I have, so I have nothing to do"

"just come on, are you really gonna stay here doing nothing?" she whines "there's a party at the frat house come and join us"

"When do your parties end!?? You just keep partying the whole week??"

"Of course not but we just try to have fun as much as we can, you know college sucks" she smiles

"Well, that's not my type of fun, thanks though"

"Fine lazy bitch" she throws a pillow at me'

"Don't call me that or im gonna tell your mum" I smirk

"Oh no don't tell her pleeease" she says in a baby voice, I laugh and throw back her pillow

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Finally Monday, I don't how I managed not to go with Stacey to the party but I did. I didn't wanna meet other bad boys who think they can get whatever they want. Like Harry.

I stop by the coffee shop but before I get in I notice the familiar dark brown hair, Marcel.

"Marcel!!" I call out walking fast towards him. He turns around and greets me with a smile on his face, I can tell it's a fake one.

"Hey, Sam" he says

"Heyy, where have you been all week!? I was worried about you"

"Worried? Why?" he furrows his eyebrows

"I thought you may be sick or something, and I haven't seen Harry either, so I couldn't know how you were"

"And why do you care!?" what???

"We're supposed to be friends?" I raise a brow at him

"Oh, don't worry, we were just out of town for a while" he smiles. Why, and what they were doing, I want to ask him, but I think he's still not comfortable about what happened, I don't know why he makes a big deal out of it, he doesn't know I know his story anyways.

"Okay, so I was going to myself coffee you wanna join?" I smile a big one to increase his tension and I thing I succeed. He smiles back and open his mouth to talk then closes it again

"what?" I ask

"Nothing, I just don't like coffee"

"So maybe soda?" still smiling. His smile grows and nods.

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Although he hasn't been attending any classes for the whole week he still can catch up with what the professors say, he's really very smart, since I know he's not really a nerd.

The professor ends up telling us to read the book Emma cause we're gonna discuss it next time, we still have a week.

"So, have you read it before?" I ask Marcel as we walk out of the class.

"Nope" he replies

"Nope??" I smile at him

"What?"

"Nothing" I smile again "Nerds just don't say nope" I smirk

"I'm not a nerd" he protests

"What are you then???" I feel my smile grows but I keep it normal

"I'm just smarter than everyone around me that they call me nerd" he rises a brow playfully "And yeah, I dress in a different way. That's it, that's me" if Stacey hasn't told me about how he was in the past, I would have thought that he's playing a game to make people think he's a nerd, that's actually what he's doing, but on purpose. He speaks proudly about himself, almost forgetting how he looks, still too smart to catch up.

"Impressive"

"What about you?"

"What about me?" I ask

"I mean, who are you??"

"Oh Marcel darling did you get amnesia? Im your friend Samantha, remember me?" I wave my hand mocking him

"Stop that!" he catches my hand but quickly let go of "I'm being serious" he smiles

"Okay, what do you want to know about me?"

"What am I allowed to know?"

"Are we gonna play this questions game forever" I laugh realizing that we've been just asking, not answering.

"I think so" he joins me. I actually forget about his question and take a moment to admire how his dimple shows as he smiles, that's so beautiful, his face is too peaceful when he smiles, I don't think I've noticed that before. I remember that he's waiting for my answer and quickly cover up.

"Well, let's first go to the bookshop and get the book, since both of us don't know a thing about it"

"yeah, right" he agrees

On our way there, I tell him about my ambitions to become an auther, and how I always loved books that's why I study English literature. I also tell him about Satcey and how lucky I am to have my dorm room with her, but I keep my earlier life for now, im not sure if I want to tell him about it anyways.

He doesn't tell me much about his life, he just says that he never loved books, at all, but he's been through tough time and that he found only books there for him. So he started to like them, and decided to study literature.

Of course I don't ask him about that time, since I already know, but I don't think he ever wants to speak of it.

We spend the whole time laughing at stupid things, he is actually so cute, he manages to make me laugh just the moment I stop laughing at the previous joke, no one has done that for me before, I start to like him even more now. The real him, not the one he fakes.

He ends up walking me back to the dorms saying he'll call his brother to take him back home. I wave him goodbye and walk to my room.

When I get in, Stacey isn't here. I text her asking when she'll be back and she says she'll be here in two hours. I decide to take a shower, and when I get back I'll start reading the boo-, Oh my God I forgot the book with Marcel, fine, I'll get it from him tomorrow.

As I take my shower, I get a better idea. Why don't I start my writing career a bit early and start writing a book from now? It won't be a real book, it will be something like a fanfiction or a story. I don't know.

When I get back to my room, I change into a flannel and shorts, I just wanna be comfortable. I grab some papers and a pen and sit on my bed getting myself ready to write my very first book.

Marcel, is all I manage to write before someone knocks on my door, I assume it's Stacey, I put the papers down and go to open the door.

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