When nerd becomes bad boy. (Harry/Marcel Dark)

HAY EVERYONE!!! Felt like making a fan fic so yeah,here it is!!! Tell me if I should go on with it,thanks for reading!!!

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"Do I have to go to school? ITS NOT LIKE IM POPULAR!"

I shout at my mum,it was about 10 to 7 in the morning.

"Yes dear,education is everything you need in life!"

She argued against me,here comes another inspirational speech.

I groan in annoyence,

"fine,ill go" I scoff.

"Cameron, dont be rude to me." My mum demands.

"Whatever." I snap.

I sprint upstairs and pick my outfit.

Hmmmmm.

I chose purple jeans, a plain black singlet and a big hoodie, hoodies were my favorite type of clothing. So warm and cozy to wear. I wore a hoodie almost everyday.

I take my time staggering down the staircase. But I eventually reached the ground and shuffled towards the front door. I dreaded school,one place that I didnt want to be at.

"MUM IM LEAVING!!!"

"GOOD BYE CAMERON HAVE A GREAT DAY!!" She yelled back at me.

"I doubt it,I have to go to school." I whispered to myself.

My bus arrives and I slowly slither towards it. The yellow vehice was like a prison bus, I pictured nets on the side of the window,everyone locked up in chains,and complete silence. My bus was boring. Filled with nerds and emos (no affence to anyone).

The stairs were like the entrence to hell. Imagine standing in front of the place where no one wanted to go, do you really want to step forward? And burn for all eternit-

"HEY,get in the bus. I have other people to pick up!" The bus driver violently spat at me.

"Oh...haha right!" I laugh, trying my best not to rip his head off so I could rush back inside.

Step by step I move up the stairs, and immediatly get boombarded with greetings from nerds.

"Hay Cameron!" one said,he sounded sick but was perfectly fine.

"Uhmmm hi!" I greet,trying not be rude.

I head down to my usual seat.The back. And plonk myself down before the bus started moving.

Yup,I was officially on my way to hell.

After about 10 minutes of listening to nerds talk about world of warcraft,the bus stopped. It doesnt usually stop here,maybe a new kid?

I heard shoes tapping on the loose gravel outside.

"PLEASE BE CUTE,PLEASE BE HOT,PLEASE DONT BE A NERD!" I prayed.

Guess I didnt pray hard enough.Just another nerd. But he wasnt ugly like some of the others.

He wore black dress pants, a pale white,long sleeved shirt with 2 buttons on the hand cufflinks,and a beige coloured vest over top,all 3 buttons done up. He had a pair of specsaver glasses on,with a piece of tape in the middle. And his hair in a tight quiff. His shoes were old,like it was meant for a grandpa.He had dimples and perfect white teeth, He wasnt really in fashion,but im not gonna judge him.

He caught my eyes and I quickly jerked away. Why was I shy? I peered up again,he was still starring at me,but was smiling.

He confidently strutted towards the back seats,but accidently tripped on his shoe strings. I ended up bursted out laughing,but he didnt mind. He got straight back up and continued walking until he go to the seat next to me. By then my eyes were watering.

"Hay,sorry about that, Im Marcel!" He introduced,followed my a snort and stretching his arm out for me to shake it.

"Ah,Cameron........." I say awkwardly,then reach up and meet him rather large hand. He shook it politely.

"Dont you just love school?" He asked me with a smug look on his face. I turn my vision to him.

"What? Of course not! Its like prison!!" I exaggerated, his grin disappeared.

"Oh.." Is all he could say. We didnt talk to eachother for the rest of the ride.

School went past quicker than I expected. My last class just finished and I was at my locker putting stuff into my bag. After I had all my bits and peices I closed the door, but Marcel was standing there. His hands in his pockets,jiggling back and forth.

"Oh ah,hi Marcel." I say,trying to ignore a convocation.

"Hay Cameron,I was uh wondering if you would like to...Uhmm"

He looked nervous,he was pulling at his collar and was sweating.

"What Marcel?"

"Will you go out with me?"

"WHAT?"

"What do you mean,What? You dont like me?" He looked at me confused and a bit pissed.

"No Marcel its not that. Its just,your not my type. I kinda like bad boys!!" I just lied,I just said that because he cant be a bad boy. Hes to nice.

So I thought.

"You want bad boy?"

Marcel yelled,slamming me hard against the lockers. He came closer to me,making sure there was no gap between us. Marcel starred into my eyes,his were light green before. Now they are dark. He put one arm either side of me,trapping me. His biceps were big,you could see the vains running through them. Marcels jaw clenched. He was breathing heavily. He bought his lips to my ear and breathed heavily, then said 5 simple words that stayed trapped in my head for so long.

"I'll give you bad boy...."