Through the Years (A Marcel the Marketing Guy Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

It was my senior year in high school and the senior class was packing up their belongings from their dorms and lockers. I looked out my dorm window the day right before I graduated. It was raining and it had been for the past week. The whole class prayed graduation would be sunny. My room mates and best friends Ella and Dakota were getting ready for the what everyone calls the "Goodbye party." The seniors have one every year. The way the party is supposed to go down is someone from the class makes a slideshow of freshman year to the latest pictures from senior year. Then the valedictorian and salutatorian give a speech. The funny thing is, none of that even happens. Everyone brings alcohol, and dry humping on the dance floor consist of the night. Maybe even sex, if you lucky. Of course I haven't ever been to one, but I'm aware of what happens at them from so many rumors from the other years. But back to my friends, Ella had blue floral shorts and a black muscle tee that had the 'Guns and Roses' logo on it. Dakota was wearing a black sheer maxi skirt and a color block crop top. And while they were applying makeup, fixing their hair, and looking gorgeous, I sat on my window seat with my knotty hair all over the place in my Cranbrook Michigan Crosscountry pullover. I obviously wasn't going to the party.

The reason why people think I'm not going to the party is because my boyfriend since sophomore year broke up with me three weeks ago. I frankly wasn't even that upset about it. I think he was getting ridiculous about how "Your not paying attention to me," and "Your being a colossal bitch." I did cry though about the breakup. Gale was a real dickhead about it. I don't like to think or talk about it but, he hurt me.

*flashback*

BANG! Gale shoved me up against the lockers.

"HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY TO ME, QUINN?" Gale growled in my ear. Usually I would find it extremely attractive but with his tone, it scared the hell out of me. I squinted my eyes and winced as he grabbed my hair and pulled me up higher against the lockers. The pain was excruciating. I tried to scream for help but he had my mouth covered and I kept trying to bite his hand but his grip was too tight. I was even starting to suffocate with the pressure against my mouth and nose. I needed air. I yelled as loud as I possibly could. And to pay back for the scream, he shoved me as hard as he could. My eyes fluttered and I almost lost my consciousness. He flashed me a evil grin and he let me breath for a second. "SPEAK!" Gale screamed at me. He slapped me hard in the face. I slowly picked my hand up to feel the sting. It already felt puffy. My lower lip started to tremble, and I felt like a little baby. "I-I d-" a door closed. Gale quickly turned his head and we both listened as the footsteps walked down in our direction. He quickly sprinted away from the footsteps and I ducked into a dark hallway and crouched in the corner. As the footsteps faded and I suddenly heard a crack followed by a bunch of books hitting the ground and a thud. I couldn't possibly feel more guilty but I ran outside into the warm summer night air and sprinted to my dorm.

*flashback end*

"....Quinn? Quinn....Quinn!" Dakota snapped at me. I jumped and looked at her. She had her hair in a fishtail and her makeup was perfectly done. "Are you sure your going to be fine, don't let that one person not let you-"

"Dakota! I'll be fine! And besides, I don't really want to get drunk and...stuff..." I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail. Ella came out from the bathroom with gorgeous wedges on and grabbed her purse from the closet. "Dakota, let her be. Quinn is a big girl she can handle herself." I gave Ella my 'thank you' face.

"Aw...Quinn!" Dakota hugged me and Ella then jumped in the hug, too.

"Guys, I'll be fine! And have fun!" I gave them one last squeeze and they headed out the door. "DON'T GET TOO DRUNK!" I yelled after them.

"OH, FUCK OFF QUINN!" Ella shouted. I heard them giggling and I started to laugh, too. About five minutes after they left, the Chinese food I had ordered earlier had arrived. I would know because the phone in my room started ringing with the secretary's voice saying, "Quinn Montgomery, your food is here." I replied with a nice thank you. I grabbed my hunter boots and my umbrella and ran out of my dorm.

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I sat on my bed eating my Lo Mein out of the white cardboard box. The TV was on in the background and 'Grey's Anatomy' was on. I looked at my watch and saw it was 10 to 6. I looked outside because the rain seemed to quiet down which I see I was correct. It turned to a light mist. I quickly finished my food and slipped my running shoes on and windbreaker. I then turned of the television and took my phone of the table and my earbuds from my backpack. I then once again ran out the door.

I ran through the cross country trail through the woods on the edge of campus. I have taken this trail so many times that I could do it in my sleep. 'Single ladies' by Beyonce played in my ears. Started humming to it and picked up my pace. I ran through a foggy part of the trail and couldn't see anything. I got a little scared and started to run really fast. I made my way out of the fog and body slammed into someone. I feel on my back with the body on my stomach.

"Owww..." I groaned I perched myself up on my elbows and turned my music off for a second. I stood up and I heard a stuttered voice.

"Um, a l-little h-h-help?" I grabbed the extended hand and pulled up the boy. It was Marcel Edwards. The valedictorian. I meet his 'four eyes' and looked behind the glass to see the bright green ones. His hair was wet and slicked back with a little to much gel. He wore a oversized crew neck and sweatpants and his running shoes looked really old and worn out (which was probably because they were hand-me-downs). Even though he was possibly the biggest nerd in the school, he was kinda...cute. He stuttered even more than the first time he spoke, "A-a-are y-you Quinn M-Montgomery?" Marcel looked down to avoid eye contact and I saw how much he had be sweating. "You don't run do you?" I asked. He quickly shook his head. I nodded. "Why aren't you at the party?" He then met his eyes with mine and let out a laugh.

"The proper question to be asked is," he started to stutter again, "W-why aren't y-you at the p-party.?" I sighed and shrugged.

"I have much better things I'd like to do than get wasted and have sex." We started walking to together. It was silent for a couple of seconds.

"S-so, where are you a-attending u-university?"

"FIT, my parents are sad I'm going pretty far away, but I have family in New York. What about you?"

"University of Pennsylvania!"

"Oh, UPenn! My dad went there."

"Oh, interesting! I'm really fascinated with marketing and I think that what I want to do! I-" Marcel trailed of into UPenn and marketing. I was amazed on how he didn't stutter when he talked about something that really fascinated him. "-and it has a small enrollment of I believe around 9,779? But because of the 12% acceptance rate and the Ivy League program, I was shocked I was accepted."

"I won't be shocked. Your one of the smartest people I know." He looked down at me and I saw him quickly look away trying to hide the red forming on his cheeks. As he turned to the side I noticed a huge bruise. My eyes widened. "Marcel, how did that happen?" I asked. I was scared for the answer.

"Um..." His phone buzzed. I read the message and it read

WHERE ARE YOU? YOUR LATE!

He quickly shoved his phone in his pocket.

"I-I'm really s-sorry Quinn. I h-have a chess f-final. See y-you at graduation!" And just like that he quickly walked of. I watched as he ran around the corner of the pool building and I ran back to my dorm.

As I ran I thought about the fact that Marcel was the one Gale pounded on the night he hit me. And also, he did in a way, save my life.

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Cranbrook is a real school in Michigan you can google it to see what it looks like. It's also a boarding school if you haven't noticed already:) sorry for typos:(

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