Falling For Freckles

Chapter 1- Falling

MARCO'S POV

I knew something was up when I arrived home and there was dead silence. My mom spoke quietly to me. She said, "Marco, there's something we need to tell you." I looked at her and then my sisters. "Dad got into a car accident today." Mary said sobbing into her hands. I didn't know what to say, where to go, my mind spilled with thoughts as I just walked away. I could tell they were confused as I entered my room in complete silence. My head was spinning and the room just looked like a bunch of blurry colors. I wasn't crying, I was past that point. This is the first time in my 18 years of life I lost someone so close to me. I didn't know what to do as anger boiled into of me. I did something I never before, BUnched the wall, then the door and the mirror. Broken glass shattered around me in a pile. I feel to my knees, but still I didn't cry, I just stared into the broken glass, trying to find something in my eyes, but there was just pitch black. As if my soul was gone, as if I had nothing left.
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The next few days were a complete blur. After the funeral, we packed up everything and moved away from the horrible town. We didn't have enough money to stay in that house, even I got a job. So we decided to start fresh and go to a new town called Trost. My mom let us take off a week from school, so my sister and I can have some time to recover. My sister recovered pretty easily, she made new friends but me I don't even remember the last time I came out of my room. But of course time still go past even if you not having fun. Today is my first day at Trost high school. Yay!

I got out of bed for the first time in a week or so and took a shower. I got ready and realized I was going to be late. I said my goodbyes and ran out the door. Even though I had to go to school, it was nice to get out....and get my mind off things. The school was close to my house, so my mom made me walk. But I don't have time to walk so I just run. I guess I wasn't paying attention, because I ran right into someone.

"Oh, crap! I'm so sorry." I say looking up at the boy. He had a really adorable undercut with gelled up light blond hair that shined a little in the light. He wore a scowl on his bony face. He had mostly black clothing on. He sort of reminded me of a horse.

"Yea, whatever, freckles." he growled at me. He is really cute. I guess I was staring because he looked at me funny then said "You know if you take a picture it will last longer." He smirked at me and I just blushed. He got up and held out his hand for me.

"Thanks." I said as he pulled me up. He is really strong and you could probably tell that by just looking at him. And yet again I found myself staring at him.

"You like what you see?" he slyly commented. I blushed even more this time. "Hey you're new right?" he ask after a few seconds.

"Yeah, I am, by the way I'm Marco." I smiled at him

"Jean" He said until he was interrupted by one of his friends.

"Hey, horseface stop flirting with the poor guy, we got to get to class." A kid with a shaved head screamed at Jean. I couldn't help but laugh at the nick name.

Jean looked at me with a glare, knowing I was laughing at his nickname. "Come on freckles, I will show you around." He motioned toward his group of friends.

-Freckled Jesus

Jeans P.O.V

"Jean boy get up!"
Aw fuck. My eyes slowly open as I sit up to look at the white wall in front of me. My hand steadily moves down to the bed as I push myself up. I push my hair out of my face and step on the cold floor.
"Jean!"
For gods sake I'm coming I pick out a black shirt and pair of random pants I pull out of my drawer. And of course, they're black too.
I slip on a pair of sneakers and rush down the stairs. As soon as I get there I see one more head than my moms.
" Oh you're down!" My mom says excitingly. "Connie just walked threw the door!"
Connie gives me an awkward glance and immediately says; " Nice bed head dude."
Embarrassed, I look up to realize I haven't even picked up a comb today. I quickly brush it down and hurry over to Connie.

"I would say you had bad hair too," I whisper. "If only you had some." Connie looks up to only give me a devilish smirk as I quickly step out the door.
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"And we have arrived to hell!" Connie yells, as he skipped up the sidewalk. I look down at my already dirty sneakers. What a doofus. I laugh to myself. I keep on walking straight until all the sudden I feel someone on top of me.
I look up to see a kid who looked about my age with his face dug in my chest. Quickly, he lifts his head up and looks at me.
"Oh, crap! I'm so sorry." He says. He moves of me and starts to pick up his stuff. He looks about my age and is a couple inches taller than me. He had freckles dotted all over his face. His hair seemed as if he tried to comb it, but gave up. Something about this guy hit me, but I couldn't figure out what it is.
After what seemed like an hour, I finally found the nerve to respond to his question. "Yea, whatever, freckles." I say as he takes a good look at my face. He seemed to be staring at me for some reason.
"You know if you take a picture it will last longer." I say to him with a smile on my face. I stand up and reach my hand out to him. He seems worried about it at first, but eventually grabs right onto my hand.
"Thanks." The kid says with a smile. Oh wow. He really is adorab- JEAN WHAT ARE YOU THINKING. I try to get him out of my head but I just can't.
His eyes stare at me once more until I jokingly say "You like what you see?" I can see it made the kid uncomfortable and I suddenly I didn't know what to say.
"So, uh, you're the new kid right?"
" Oh yeah. I'm Marco," He replies once again with that smile. Gosh. His smile. "Who are you?"
"I'm Jean." I nod at him and was about to ask him where he came from. That was until Connie barged in.
"Hey, horseface! Stop flirting with the poor guy, we got to get to class!" he screams.
I look over to Marco who was giggling at Connie's ridiculous name for me. Great, I think. I finally meet a regular friend and he already thinks I'm also a horseface.
I motion toward Marco with my hand. "Come on freckles, I will show you around." He steps forward and enters the school with me and Connie.

-Horseface

Hey guys so this is Freckled Jesus here a.k.a Hope:) So how this works is that my best friend Izzy and I share this account! Izzy a.k.a Horseface will be writing Jean's POV when I write Marco's! I hope you like this first chapter!