Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

Part 29

And this Part continues!

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I yawn my way into class as I try to get my eyes to stay awake and aware where I was going. This was usually a routine for me every morning as I walk through crowded hallways just to get by my first hour.

Never really acknowledge my first class which was honors literary analysis composition 1. I mean I did try my hardest there but it felt alone without having Marcel by my side, he would have done my work instead actually. But as of now he had environmental science which is another thing he's good at.

Who I do have in this class that really surprised me was Jessie. That girl always raised her hand faster than a freaking cheetah after the teacher has hardly even finished his question. I say, I was impressed. I mean I remember hanging out with the girl and all I knew about her was that all she wanted to do was party, guess I wasn't always right.

But the worst thing now is having Zayn in the same room together. He walked firmly across the room and see him furthering her. What the hell? He had this class now? Why was God punishing me? What did I ever do that was so wrong?

As of now they kept a small conversation going while I try my damn hardest not to stare. Jessie decides to use her one finger and twirl her hair around it as she continue to stare at Zayn with the most lusting eyes. I kind of threw up in my mouth a little.

Zayn's structure was also held captive facing her but I couldn't get a good view on how his expression was while he looked at her. Hopefully not with lust. They talk among themselves quietly because I was hardly far from them.

Did he know that I was in here? Of course not.

Look at him flirting with another girl after I just agreed on going on a date with him. How lovely. Maybe the Marcel in my head was right, I shouldn't have agree on settling in with Zayn. He fooled me to think that I was so easy to oblige with him having to take me onto a date and then what? Decide to come in between these.
*Aggressively looks at my legs*

Well think again Malik, you son of a bitch.

My eyes find there way back to the lustful lovers who seem to stop talking and finally Zayn notices me. Great.

He walks forward, as I harshly bit the inside of my cheek nervously as he took his last step towards me. Oh no.

"Something wrong?" His eyebrow rises into question as I look up at him, seemly because I was sitting on my seat.

"What are you talking about?" I asked. Man, did he see how I shot daggers at him and Jess?

"Well, you were looking down your private and I assume you were hurting down there" he leans down reaching my height were I sat, and whispers, "is it cramps, babe?"

I looked at him in disbelief, anger and most of all confusion. "What? No. Go away" I hissed at him wanting to harshly push him off my table as he stumbled onto the ground. That would have been funny.

The bell suddenly rung and I was more happy then ever because that would mean he'd leave.

"See you later" he held my cheek a little and winked before he left.

I felt eyes on me all over the room and I try to ignore the students judgmental expressions and especially Jessie's. He had to go on and make a scene didn't he?

Well I was damn glad he didn't have the same class as mine.

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Marcel took a little while getting out of calculus class when the teacher had to talk to him. So I stood outside waiting and after another few minutes I gotten a text.