POV (point of view) KRISTEN
«You're flustered?», my mother asked me while she entering in a parking space. It was perhaps the tenth time that was asking me this.
I observed the establishment in front of me, huge and imposing, and I sighed. Sure that I was flustered, as i should feel? It was difficult to change schools, settle in, recover the missed lessons... And I for sure I would not have done exception.
«Is not the first time I change lyceum mom, I will know get by. I always do.» I reassured her.I hated to lying to her, but I did it just to calm her down, so that you put your soul in peace. In a sense I do it for his own good, which brings me to lying more and more.
« I'm safety catch.» whispered to me softly before leaving me a kiss on the cheek. I grimaced : to embarrass me the first day of the new school it was a bad idea.
I took the bag and i got off the car,after this with a wave of his hand I greeted my mother. The car departed,leaving finally me alone.
-Everything will be fine Kristen, take a deep breath, calm down. You can address everything, I can do this too.-I repeated several times in my head.My mother was not the unique a having to be quiet.
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POV MARCEL
«I must say I was rather disappointed of your relationships on appearances.I knew you were a shirker but not up to this point. Jefferson, I already told you thousand times, stop copying quotes from tumblr, you end up making the figure of depressed suicide.Malik, a person not appears beautiful only if it has a tuft and a beautiful body. Horan, I found it rather unsettling your relationship: the perfect people are just a those who eat much pizza? » Has said Professor Brown raising an eyebrow.
I tried to hold back laughter putting a hand over my mouth, in vain. Malik shot me with his gaze and I immediately shushed of afraid.
He would never stop of terrorizing me. He is one of the worst, beats me,insults me, requires me to do his homework, blackmails me. I was his victim from a long time, and he seemed to have taken a liking. I hated him, he had everything, friends, girls, fame, charm, while I had nothing. I was alone, and I would be state forever.
«The only relationship that deserves an A + is to Styles. With your permission I would like to read a piece of your task.»
I nodded hesitantly. I hated when the professor announces my good grades to class, doing so increased the killer instinct of Zayn and his henchmen. And this is not good at all. All of a sudden we hear a knock at the door, and entered the deputy accompanied by a girl.
Or rather, a goddess. She had long red hair that fell to her shoulders, the full lips rosy and two beautiful emerald eyes. That kind of eyes that convince you to follow blindly she wherever wanted. He smiled awkwardly to the class and the I watched fascinated. She had a beautiful smile.I soon noticed That it was not only beautiful was terribly sexy.Wore a tank top green that clung perfectly to her breasts prosperous, and skinny jeans that put in prominence his ass, believe my word for was fabulous. God, she was the hottest girl in the history to humanity!
«Excuse the interruption Professor Brown, I just wanted present Miss Stewart, a new student of the class. Oh on the contrary, dear why not you present yourself?»
Her eyes widened in surprise and blushed embarrassed. She was adorable.
«O-ok. My name is Kristen, I'm seventeen, almost eighteen, and I come from a small town here nearby. » she stammered.
«Well, young lady, for now sit down near Marcel.» the professor said after greeting the vice principal
My eyes widened. She did as she was told and sat next to me while I was too busy thanking God, karma and the universe for that stroke of luck.
«Before that you arrived, I was going to read a piece of the task on the "appearances" by Marcel for the class.» he said as he thumbed through my work.
She nodded.
«Ah here: I would like to tell you something. Now look at your life is summarized from the mistakes you made and failures you have collected.All they have always reproached the time that you've consummate giving it in the meal all ingordigia dreams. All have judged you for your stubborn will belief to walk the streets few safe and conventional. You have swallowed the anger until you heard down in free fall in your lungs. You've taken care of your wounds without asking anyone for help. You closed His eyes when they threw you in the face all the insults.You were motionless you still to suffer when they have lashed out at you the reproaches and the list of your failures, while your heart is trying to cushion the blows. Your heart is bruised, but he never ceased to support your determination, just like the sky never collapsed under the weight of illustrious God.You are what you believe in and you believe in what you are.»
«Pathetic, really pathetic» chuckled Malik.
I looked shameful a fixed point in the classroom to avoid meeting the eyes of Kristen that surely had already realized that she had to stay away from me.
« But I say, someone has perhaps asked you to comment ?! »
I gasped when I realized that it was her voice.
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Fake || Marcel Styles (English version)
Hayran Kurgu"I was in love of his recollection , not of him. And there it took me a long time to understand it out. I loved what he was, not what it has become. " *** Imagine a nerd, a loser, an excluded . Nobody has ever loved he, has always been alone, c...
