Undercover Geek

His body hurt, making it feel like he had just been ran over by a truck. He never knew high school would be this bad, if he did, he would have dropped out long ago.

Marcel was never one to fight back against the bullies, even though he had the power to take them all down. Marcel wasn't a promoter of violence. Sure he had been taking those boxing lessons for the past four years to protect himself, but he didn't have the courage to do it.

Everyone always picks on Marcel because of the way he looks, slicked back hair, sweater vests, big bulky glasses, khakis, and about as much coordination as a baby giraffe. He was the top of his class, with an IQ of 219. That still didn't give them the right to bully him though, just because he was different; just because he liked school.

It was another one of those times right at this moment when people thought it was fun to beat up their favorite punching bag.

Marcel was grabbing out his math textbook out of his locker when it happened.

His locker door was slammed shut, almost catching his fingers in the process. Marcel jumped, startled by the sudden motion. His books were knocked out of his grasp, Marcel trying to grab them before they fell to the ground.

He was turned around and slammed against the lockers, him wincing in the process. He looked up into beautiful blue eyes, his own green ones wide behind his big glasses. Louis Tomlinson. Harry's number one bully, and just conveniently also Harry's number one crush. Louis had big beautiful blue eyes, soft light brown fringe, and was about 5'8"; four inches shorter than Harry. Despite Harry being so much taller than Louis, in these situations, he always seemed as though he was the shorter one.

Louis looked up at Harry, scowling at him. "Sup, faggot," Louis spat in Marcel's face. Making Marcel coward away. "P-please, just leave me alone," Marcel whimpered. Louis scoffed at him, getting his face closer to Marcel, a little too close for comfort. "Why should I?" He asked as he punched Marcel in the stomach, stepping away from him just as he doubled over in fake pain. To Marcel, it didn't really hurt, it never really did after he started boxing. He only did this in hope he'd leave him alone, satisfied with his pain.

The bell rang, students scampering to get to their classes as Marcel lay there. "You're in luck nerd, I'm letting you go," He sneered and walked away to his next class, which just so happened to be Math with Marcel, just his luck.

Marcel waited till Louis was out of sight and sighed, getting to his feet. He grabbed his books and walked to class. He walked in late, everyone's eyes on him. He blushed, giving the teacher an excuse and sat down.

Marcel had to swear that was the longest period he had ever been in. He was happy it was the last period or he would have freaked out. He got up, ready to walk out the room with the rest of the class. "Mr. Styles, stay behind please; you too Mr. Tomlinson," Mr. Cowell said, shuffling papers in his hands. Marcel stopped dead in his tracks, the feeling that something bad was going to happen sometime in the next ten minutes came to him.

Marcel turned around to face Mr. Cowell with a fake smile, walking over to his desk. He stood next to Louis, making sure to take a couple steps over to the side. "Mr. Tomlinson, your grade in my class is highly concerning. I have been trying to get you to work on your grade for a while now, and yet you have not done anything to try and help it. It has gotten to the point that if you do not bring your grade up to at least a B, you will not be able to graduate with the rest of your class, meaning you will have to repeat the twelfth grade." Mr. Cowell said, looking at Louis with a stern expression.

Louis' eyes widened as he heard about him not being able to graduate. Louis started sputtering out noises, trying to say something, try and protest. Mr. Cowell shushed him, starting to speak once again. "This is the last time I will be trying to help you," He said as he turned to Marcel. "Louis, I suppose you know Marcel? He's the smartest kid in the school, surpassing everyone's IQ by a high hundred," Marcel blushed at the mention of how smart he was. "IQ of 219, now since you're failing, and he's the smartest kid I know, he's going to tutor you, and if he doesn't, I'll fail him," Mr. Cowell said, placing a hand on Marcel's broad shoulder. Marcel's eyes grew wide in horror. "W-WHAT," Marcel sputtered out. "I'm sorry Marcel, but he needs this and you're the only person that can help him now," Mr. Cowell said, sitting back down in his chair. "Now, please leave, you're dismissed," He said, and with the wave of a hand, Marcel and Louis left the room.

Marcel stopped Louis in the hallway. "Listen, here's my number and my address, be at my house at a reasonable hour tomorrow please, because I swear to God you make me fail this class and ruin my chances at life, I'll break you," Marcel said in a threatening tone, handing Louis his information. Louis felt threatened by Marcel in that moment, but as soon as that exposure was there, it was gone. Louis nodded shyly, still feeling slightly threatened. "Good, see you tomorrow," Marcel said, walking out to his car.

Louis woke up at eight in the morning, walking down the stairs to his kitchen, his mom already cooking breakfast. "Hey honey, you hungry?" His mother said, turning to him while setting down her spatula. She set a plate of food on the table for Louis. "Yeah, I can't stay for long though, I have to go to Marcel's house," Louis said sitting down in front of his plate, picking up his fork. "Why are you going to his house?" She said, sitting down with Louis. "Mr. Cowell is making Marcel tutor me in math, since I'm failing. He said that if I don't bring that grade up to at least to a B, then I can't graduate with my class," Louis said, stuffing a piece of toast in his mouth. His mom hummed in understandment. "Well, you better get that grade up then. So when you're done here, go shower and get going, okay?" His mom said standing up from the table and going back to the stove. He nodded his head and finished his breakfast in peace.

After Louis took a long shower to get him more awake, he put on some clothes and did his hair. He grabbed his keys and walked out to his car, turning on the radio and left. It took about twenty minutes to get to Marcel's house, him being on the other side of the neighborhood. Louis' mouth widened in awe as he pulled into Marcel's driveway. He sat in the car and looked at the mansion that was Marcel Styles' house. Louis slowly got out of the car and walked over to the door, knocking on it. He could hear rustling behind the door, before the door was ripped open.

Standing before Louis Tomlinson was the most attractive man he had ever seen in his life. In front of him stood a man with unruly chocolate brown curls, and bright radioactive green eyes. He was shirtless with tattoos littering his chest and arms. There was a butterfly in the middle of his waist and two sparrows on his collar bones. He was breathing deeply and sweating down his eight pack. He was absolutely beautiful.

"A-are you Marcel's brother or something?" Louis asked, looking this man up and down over and over, trying to burn the image of this man into his brain. "No, this is Marcel," He said, smirking at Louis, making Louis' knees weak. "M-MARCEL" Louis said as his eyes widened in shock. "You're talking to him," Marcel said, moving out of the way of the door. "Come on in, I was just practicing," "Practicing what?" Louis asked, following Marcel into his room. "Boxing," Harry said. Louis' mouth hung open in awe as he took in Marcel's room. It wasn't like what a normal nerd's room should look like. It had a punching bag hanging from the ceiling, trophies and diplomas on the wall, a desk with multiple colored pencils on it, an open closet with karate gear in it, and a bag on the floor with a towel and gloves hanging out of it.

"I didn't know you were so athletic and buff," Louis says, immediately regretting the words afterwards, blushing. "There's a lot of things you don't know about me," Marcel said, sitting on his bed, smirking up at Louis. Louis' eyes were immediately glued to Marcel's toned chest, sweat still running down his chest. Marcel snapped his fingers, getting Louis' attention. "Eyes up here, sweetcheeks," Marcel smirked, he could feel his confidence growing. "Y-yeah, right," Louis blushed.

Marcel got up and walked to his closet, pulling out a white t-shirt, pulling it over his head. Louis felt his disappointment bubble up inside him, pouting a little bit. "Okay, you came here to do homework, right? Let's get to it," Marcel said, grabbing his math textbook. "Yeah, okay," Louis said, sitting down next to Marcel. Marcel turned to Louis and Louis could feel his breath be taken away. Marcel's eyes were so green, sparkling from the light in the room. Louis looked down at Marcel's lips, even those were a bright pink color. Louis leaned forward, still looking in Marcel's eyes for any disagreement, only to find none.

When Louis and Marcel's lips met, they could feel the sparks ignite. Marcel's lips were so soft, softer than a girls. Louis wasn't sure how long they were kissing, it felt like hours, but it was most likely only a few seconds. When Marcel pulled back, Louis could feel the disappointment come back, only to be banished from existence when he opened his eyes. Marcel had a soft smile on his face, looking blissful. He opened his eyes again and smiled even wider.

"So... Does this make us boyfriends?" Marcel asked, a blush rising to his cheeks. "Yeah, I guess it does," Louis said, crashing their lips together in another bruising kiss.