Through the Years (A Marcel the Marketing Guy Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Marcel POV

FLASHBACK TO WHEN GALE HURT QUINN

I quietly placed the book I had borrowed from two days ago onto the self. I would have taken less than 24 hours if it wasn't for my valedictorian essay and chess tournament. I went back to the table I had my satchel and MacBook on it and gently secured the laptop into my case and into the satchel. I was looking at the assignments I needed to collect for UPenn over the summer. I swung my bag over my shoulder and quickly walked out waving goodbye to Miss Landon, the librarian. I shut the door and started going in the direction out the building and into my dorm. I checked my watch, and it was pretty late at 11:30 on the dot. Not to mention it was a Sunday and I had classes tomorrow. As I came closer to the exit I heard a whimper and slowed my pace down a little. The whimper was followed by a scream and I then picked my pace up, slowly transitioning into a jog. I came around the corner and saw Quinn Montgomery, one of the prettiest girls I've ever set eyes on and the biggest jerk I've ever witnessed, Gale Deen. He looked like he was gonna kill her. But I watched as he ran away and Quinn standing there for a second but running down the hall next to her, away from Gale. I slowly walked as I wondered what I should do to avoid Gale. I looked down the hall adjacent from Quinn's and began walking. But of course with my luck, I was body slammed on the hard floor. The wind was completely knocked out of me and my glasses flew off my eyes. Gale began to clobbber me. One by one his fist came in contact with my face. I didn't really know what to do but just cry like a baby. When he was "finished" he stood up grabbing my glasses with him. He threw them on the floor causing them to crack and then kicked me in the gut. Thankfully, the jerk ran away. I gasped for air and slowly stood up. I picked up my glasses and put them on. A huge crack ran right down the middle of the left lense but the right lense was completely destroyed. I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and walked out of the building.

END FLASHBACK

"I-I'm really s-sorry Quinn. I have a chess f-final. See y-you at graduation!" I stuttered. I walked off and mentally smacked myself in the head. I acted so stupid around girls, and basically everyone. Except my closest friends and my family. But when ever I saw Quinn and the absolutely terrifying fact that I talked to her for the first time, made my stomach flip.

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After my chess final which not to mention was "ironically" the same date as the senior class goodbye party, I sat on my bed reading "The Great Gatsby" for the fifth time in my life while Mozart quietly played on my Mac. I had an ice pack on my head from when Gale had punched me and I sipped some chai tea I made from the coffee maker I got for Christmas. And for an hour, I was in serenity, until my drunk roommates barged threw the door. I jumped and brought my knees to my chest. Gavin, who was pretty nice to me to my surprise vomited in the trash bin. I wrinkled my nose and my other roommate Ryan, laughed at him.

"Heyyy Marcey!!? Where did you put my pillow-" Ryan collapsed on the floor. Gavin then finished hurling and sluggishly climbed into his bed and mumbled, "I wanted a medium one..." then passed out. I grabbed my freebreeze out of my nightstand, then walked around the room holding my nose.

Being as tired as I was, I slowly got ready for bed. I went to my bathroom and jumped in the shower to get all the gel out of my hair and sweat off of my body. I grabbed my towel of the hook and brushed my hair and teeth. I then walked to my dresser and put on a old Math Leagues shirt and pajama pants and climbed into bed.

I layed there and thought about Quinn. I actually started crying because I would never see her again after tomorrow. Just thinking about it more made it hurt even more. The way her long brown hair hung off her shoulder. The way her hazel eyes makes me forget how to speak. And how her lips look so...soft. I wanted her. I want Quinn Montgomery.

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