Never Good Enough (Marcel/Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 1-Spring Formal

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JASMINE-

He spoke softly to me, and directed his pencil at an equation.

I wasn't even focusing on what he was saying, my mind was on other things.

Such as, how could I make my brother's soccer practice in time, and be able to make it to my afternoon art lesson on time.

Which by the way, was prior to start in an hour.

I glanced over at the clock, no longer immersed with the math problems.

Marcel noticed that I was distracted, and silently closed the textbook.

"Hey.." He started, "We can cut the lesson short by twenty minutes, if you want"

I snapped out of my thought bubble, and tried to direct my full attention, solely to him.

"I'm sorry, it's fine. My mind is just wandering" I offered a weak grin, backing up my statement.

Marcel had already started to pack up, shoving his pencils and textbook into his worn backpack.

"Don't worry, I won't tell Mr.Woods about it, you can relax"

It almost sounded like he was disappointed about the short lesson, and wished we had continued.

But of course I was oblivious to everything, as I breathed out a sigh of relief . "Thank you! I was worried about my brother and how-" I was interrupted by Marcel's silent look. He had finished cleaning everything up, and was looking at me, as if he was almost studying me.

"Is there something on my face? Oh god, this is embarrassing" My hand subconsciously crept towards my face, searching for something that would confirm my embarrassment.

He was now looking at me, as if in a trance. Quickly snapping out of it, his face turned a heated red. As if he was called upon for an answer he didn't know.

Fidgeting around with his glasses, and shoving his hands inside the pockets of his suspenders. He glanced at the floor, making sure not to meet my eyes.

"I was wondering, with Spring Formal coming up.." He almost choked out the last part. "That you could be my date.."

Suddenly holding up his hands in surrender, " I mean, if that's okay with you! Unless you already have someone"

Okay, to be completely honest with you. I actually zoned out, after I thought something was on my face. I was mentally calculating the time that it would take me to arrive to the game, maybe 30 minutes at the least?" That was the whole reason I was failing almost every subject, because of my inability to focus. So that led to Mr.Woods assigning Marcel to be my tutor, for the next 2 weeks. Maybe I had ADHD, but I was highly doubtful of that, because I was skilled with art, and that took patience.

Feeling my phone vibrate, in my back pocket, I surfaced back to earth.

Giving Marcel an apologetic look, I scurried to the other room, to answer the call.

MARCEL-

After all the courage, that I could muster to spit out that question. She stood me up for a phone call.

I knew it, why did I even try?

She would've never even agreed to go with me, anyways.

That's what I get for being hopeful, and stupid.

In spite of all that, I couldn't deny that the last couple of days, were the closest I've ever been with her.

I still remembered the day she asked me to tutor her, and my smile was almost threatening to show. Until she added that Mr.Woods told her too. That might've damped things a little.

Even if it was figuring out a problem, or mapping out a solution, I enjoyed being in her presences.

I sighed, as I pulled my backpack on, she wouldn't mind if I just let myself out.

Quietly as I could, so I didn't disturb her call, I stepped out of the house.

A/N:

First time ever, trying to write a fanfic. Sorry if it isn't that good >< I hope you guys enjoyed it :) Remember to vote, comment, and follow, if u like this story :)

P.S : sorry if its a bit short, I wasn't sure if people would like it. So I guess when I get good feedback, I'll continue writing :)