Marcel Is Not His Name

Chapter Two: Day One of Torture

I woke up on the first day of school, not by my alarm clock, but by my phone ringing with a call from Cameron.

"Cameron, it's 5:30, what do you want?"

"Well, hello to you too." He sounded cheery, and 5:30 in the morning is too early to be cheery.

"From the other line."

"Oh God, shut up right there before it goes too far." He stayed quiet for a second then continued, "Anyway, I need outfit advice. I wanted to dress kinda nice, but not too nice because I don't think people really dress up for the first day of school anymore, right? Right, so what do you think?"

"Seriously, Cam? You could wear your dead grandma's christmas sweater and I wouldn't care."

"Someone's bitchy this morning. Don't forget your coffee, I don't want to deal with this mood all day." Cameron ordered. From his line, I could hear the quiet clanging of plates.

"Sounds good. Bye!" And with that, I hung up. I lingered in my bed for half an hour looking at my phone and checking my social media. On instagram people were already posting their first day pictures. Girls with their unnaturally straight hair and guys with their hair swooshed up. Finally deciding that I should, as they did, get ready. Pulling out my curling wand, I created my classic look of beach waves. I threw on a pair of skinny jeans and a flowy shirt. Then I finished my look by patting on a little natural makeup.

When I ran downstairs to eat, it seemed as though no one else was awake. Usually, my mom would be up by now cooking waffles and toast.

"Morning darling." My dad greeted me. "Okay, well I have to go because I have a meeting. Mom already left so make sure you get some food in yourself, and Cameron is picking you up right?"

"Yah." Was all I needed to respond because he was in a rush.

"Great. Okay then, I'm going to go. Tell mom that I'm going to be working late tonight." He instructed and then kissed my temple. "Bye. Love you."

"Love you too dad."

About twenty minutes after my dad left Cameron showed up. He didn't need to knock because he has my spare house key in case I ever misplace mine. Cameron wore a tight deep v-neck in a shade of dark blue and a pair of tan khakis.

"Wow," I greeted. "You look great."

"Thanks, I try." He said back while flipping his short, unflippable hair. "You look good too, by the way."

"Thanks, but unlike you my beauty is effortless."

Cameron laughed in response and waited for me to finish collecting my things. When Cameron had turned sixteen over the summer his parents bought him his dream car. It was a 2015 Dodge SRT Hellcat, and being a muscle car it was perfect for Cameron. As Cam ran over to the drivers side I hoped in the passenger's seat. His car was a comfortable and he had the top down so that when he got on the highway that led to our school my hair was flying crazily and whipping my face in hard lashes. 

"Hey, Sage!" He yelled over the wind.

"What?" I yelled back.

"Do you think you'll see a Marcel today?" I looked over at the boy to see him already looking at me while wiggling his eyebrows.

"Why would I?" Cameron exited off the highway and I instantly pulled the mirror down to fix my crazy hair.

"I don't know. Why wouldn't you?"

"Because he's a senior and is in senior classes. I am a freshman and am in sophomore classes. That's why."

"You never know. Hey, what did you take for your free credits ?"

"Well, I had six credits because I already did the necessary freshmen classes and didn't have to take the three years required of foreign language because I already learnt Italian when I went to live with my aunt on her estate in Venice for a while. With my six credits I took astronomy, anatomy and physiology, and Journalism."

"Maybe he'll be in one of your electives. I wouldn't be surprised if in your electives you were the only underclassmen including sophomores such as myself."

"You actually admitting you're an underclassman? That's a shock even to me." I said in a sarcastic tone. "What are you taking for your electives this year oh, wise one?" I questioned him raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I took an extra lifting class and an instructive ballet dance class."

I bursted out in laughter at that and asked, "Ballet? What on heaven and earth are you doing in a ballet class?"

"All the hot chicks are in that class. And there's no better way to get their attention then to show off my many talents. Duh."

"Talents? What are these so called talents you have?"

"Handsomeness. And even more handsomeness."

I scoffed and looked out the window to see our huge high school. It was built up of cream colored bricks along with the words ' Sonoma High School' in red plastered above the doors.

"Welcome to hell my dear friend."