the boyfriend list

chapter 3

Isabel's POV:

I ran to the door, making my way after Harry so I could quickly explain to him about the misunderstanding. I stopped at the door catching Harry dart to the left, weaving his way through the students; girls stopping to gawk at him. I also noticed Marcel making his way to the right, turning a corner and running through the halls.

"Damn it!" I yell out, startling what looked like a bunch of freshman walking by. I want to clear up the misunderstanding with Harry, but I need to make progress fast with Marcel, but...

I pondered off, fighting with my inner self, "Fuck." I muttered under my breath, taking after the hiding Marcel. Harry would have to wait; it wasn't like he liked me or anything.

"Marcel!" I yell out, flying around the corner. He was at the end of the hallway talking to another nerdy kid in our class named Liam, but Liam was more liked than Marcel was.

He turned around, his face blushing already, "Y-yes?"

"Can we talk?" I glance over at Liam, who nodded and darted away from us.

Marcel watched him escape, probably wanting to do the same, "what do you want?" he stared at the ground.

"Um..." I paused, not knowing what to do now, "Oh!" I remember I had his notebook still, "Here you left this." I placed the notebook out for him.

He yanked it quickly from me, "Thanks." He mumbled, walking past me.

"Wait!" I yell out, desperate now. I had to figure out something quickly.

He turned around slowly, his eyes meeting mine, "What?"

"Do you want to come over to my place?" he stood there gawking at me, "I need help with our homework." I finally made up something.

"Um..." he looked around nervously.

"My mom will be there so you don't have to be nervous." I smiled sweetly.

"Um, sure then." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Good! Thank you!" I went over to him, pulling a pen out of my back pocket that I kept stashed there, "Here's my address." I grabbed his hand and scribbled it on him. "After school okay?" I smiled and dashed back to the class.

Step one, complete.

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Marcel's POV:

I stared stupidly down at my hand, a huge grin on my face at Isabel's own personal address. I don't know how I got so lucky for it, it was probably a joke, but I was still happy. Then I thought of what Zayn said a few minutes ago to me.

Well, step one complete.

Now I just waited for school to end, actually happy for a change.

/ / /

I stood there nervously, fidgeting in front of Isabel's house. Smoothing out the wrinkles in my outfit, I took a deep breath and advanced to her door, finally gaining enough courage to knock.

"Hello?" an older woman answered her hair as blonde as Isabel's.

"Hello ma'am. My name is Marcel; I'm a student in your daughter's class. Is Isabel here?" I tried for politeness.

"Oh dear. I've never seen you before. What a polite young boy. Hold on, I'll go get her."

She softly closed the door, assuming she was getting Isabel. I gazed around nervously, her house was nice and warm, a small house, but was welcoming too, "Hey Marcel!" She opened the door cheerfully.