Marcel's P.O.V.
I walked down the halls with my history books clutched close to my chest like it was treasure.
My mind wandered around. Where is the history class?
You see, I'm new here. my mom and dad moved to Canada because of business. They say were staying until I graduate or until they quit their job. They own a charity. I doubt were moving back. I'm from Holmes Chapel, Cheshire.
I look around. I see a girl- a fairly pretty- no gorgeous girl. I sighand walk up to her and tap on her shoulder. Her brown hair swings back with a smile.
"Hello! who are you? I've never seen you around" She says quietly.
"Erm, uh, uh, m-my names Mar-Marcel. I'm new here. I just wanted to ask you, where is the history class?" I squeak.
"Oh, okay, Uhm... I can show you around? can I see your schedule?" she asks politely.Wow, nobody has ever been so nice to me before...
"Oh okay..." I whisper as I shakily take out my schedule.
She looks at the folded paper. "We have all classes together" She chuckles. "You can follow me around, I can show you. We have all classes together" She hand me back my schedule.
"Oh, cool. Well, thanks!" I say before turning on my heels and walked away. But the girl grabbed my hand and turned me around.
"Why are you so... nervous looking?" She asks.
"Oh um... Uh, erm..." I stutter. She chuckles.
"First day of school fear?" She suggests.
I laugh and nod and scratch the back of my neck.
"Oh, and I almost forgot. My name is Peyton. Peyton Rose." She introduced herself.
"Marcel. Marcel Styles" I say as I hold out my hand. I smile a little. she chuckles.
~lunch time~
I sat alone. Peyton asked me to come with her to a restaurant somewhere on Portage Avenue. But I declined it. I'm a nerd and she doesn't need to be friends with me anyways.
One of the jocks came up to me.
"hey nerd, where's your friends? that hot Peyton? Where she at?" He asked while chewing a piece of... tobacco? Because it did NOT smell like gum.
"Oh were not friends. She just showed me around school." I squeaked.
"Well tell her that she should hit me up" He said while patting my back hard.
I choked on my food. I coughed and drank vitamin water.
I'm a healthy, geeky boy, I guess you can say. I never had friends. I always sit alone at the lunch table. Everybody despised me. Because I dressed with stuff I got out of my grandfathers closet. I've tried to change but nobody would notice. I wanted people to notice me and make an effort of being friends. But nobody cared.
Peyton is different- Wait, how did IU get to Peyton/ eh, but she is. She's nice, caring and very sweet and very gorgeous. I think, I think I may have a crush on Peyton.
No, I don't. We've only met today, I can't like her.
I got up and threw my food in the garbage.
I went to my locker and got my phone out. I started texting my brother, who was at a different part of the school, he was 16, got straight A's and I was proud of him.
He wasn't to be a doctor, a scientist, or a lawyer. I think he could do any of those.
For me, I want to be a doctor. In this high school, on the north west entrance is where the grade 9's and 10's are. The other side of the school is where the grade 11's and 12's. We are separated by two doors. This school is pretty big. It's 3 stories high and each floor has 8 classrooms and 3 bathrooms.
my brother texted me saying he passed his math test. as usual.
To: Harry the boob
I swear if you say one more thing about those cheerleader of how sexy they are I am going to walk through those two doors and slap you right in front of them.
From: MarcelawesomeStyles
To: MarcelawesomeStyles
No!!!!!! I'm so scared!!!!!!!!!
From: Harry the boob
I scoffed and chuckled.
To: Harry the boob
Shut up
From: MarcelawesomeStyles
The school bell rang and I slid my phone in my pocket. I went to my next class, math. My favorite!
Peyton's P.O.V.
I went to my next class, math. It's boring and I usually fail at this subject.
After that, I went to my locker. One more subject then I'm done.
"Pay!!!!" My friend, Emma screamed. She wore black skinny jeans with a white kiss shirt and her combat boots. Her big glasses fit her face perfectly. she was crowded in the hallway, where everybody was swarming like bees.
I smiled and waved. she was squished. People just kept shoving and pushing her. Her books fell to the floor and all her papers were scattered across the hallway. Everybody just kept on kicking around her stuff. I heard her say sorry a couple of times.
Everybody just kept shoving. so I walked towards her and helped pick up her stuff.
"Thanks boo" She said while smiling.
I smiled back.
We were walking down the hallways, and I was looking at my feet.
"Hey, see you after class, wanna go shopping? I saw a couple of cute things at urban outfitters" She said.
"Oh sure!" I smiled. she waved bye and I walked to my next class. History.
I was walking when somebody ran into me, sending me stumbling back. He caught me by the waist and pulled me by him. I looked into his green orbs.
I knew who those were. I knew who this was.
Marcel.
(A/N sorry if it's short. I wrote this on my ipod. Vote? Comment? Eh? Do any of you guys like it so far? comment.)
