He's A Nerd {marcel styles}

Chapter 1

This is just a little intro/teaser. Most chapters are longer than this, but not super long, so stay with me please! <3

@interrogative 2014

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Chapter 1: The Shy One

*Marcel's POV*

I grabbed my Social Studies textbook and shut my organized, clean-freak locker. I walked down the scuffed up, streaked hallway, hoping to just walk quietly and unnoticed back to class. I couldn't afford to see Tom in the hallway, because if I did, I'd miss Mr. Cahill's entire lesson.

Tom is the kid who makes fun of me the most. The others, they whisper sometimes, and that doesn't bother me too much, but Tom takes it a bit far. He'll knock books out of my hands, make me do his homework, the whole cliché "Jock tormenting nerd" package.

Whenever his teasing gets me upset, I simply think of how in twenty years, my brains will get me somewhere, while his tolerable football skills will leave him working at a McDonalds. Even if he thinks he's getting the better end of the deal, someday I'll be the one laughing, but for now I'm the one whimpering in the corner and working on his Geometry paper.

As I walked down the hall, I saw Ryleigh Johnson, the hottest girl in school. She had curves, and long, curly brown hair. She was wearing a pink V-Neck and faded jeans. She exuded beauty, but of course had never spoken a word to me in my life. When she passed, I pretended to be very interested in my book cover. She didn't even glance at me. Why would she? We'd been going to school together since kindergarten, and the only words she's spoken to me are "Excuse me." and "Could you pass the ____?"

And of course, she had a boyfriend. She told everyone that he didn't go to our school, and that his name was Tyler. He was probably an asshole who didn't even deserve her. She's so nice to all her friends, I wonder if she'd treat me the same, if she would actually notice me.

As I entered the classroom, I quietly snuck back to my seat next to my best friend Rose. She had shoulder length, dishwater blonde hair, and she wasn't much for labels, and designer brands. She isn't a superficial person, and that's one of the traits that makes her such a good friend. She was wearing a faded Little Mix t-shirt paired with ripped jeans and a pair of purple converse. She got fairly good grades, and was captain of the JV field hockey team.

Rose and I met in 5th grade. I was in a class with none of my mates, and everyone seemed to have their group of friends in Mrs. Franklin's class but Rose and me. I remember sitting at my desk, reading Harry Potter and The Sorcerers Stone. Little Rose approached me. She had on a blinding bright pink Justice outfit, and high tops. Her then-blonde hair was cut into a short bob. She tentatively spoke out.

"Um... Hi, I'm Rose. I, uh, noticed you were reading Harry Potter. I love those books!"

With every word, she gained a bit more confidence. I was relieved that I had someone to talk to and had made a friend. We began to chat, and we've been best friends ever since.

She got me through middle school and the first half of high school. She's pretty much my rock. She was always there to have a conversation with, or to do homework with. She's always around to help me in Gym, when my clumsiness always kicks into high gear. Plus, I always had someone to sit next to in the few classes we have together.

"What'd I miss?" I whispered to her, while Mr. Cahill discussed World War II.

"Not much, I'll give you the notes after class." she replied, smiling at me. She went back to doodling in her journal. I couldn't help but notice lots and lots of hearts, and I wondered just who those hearts belonged to.

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xoxo

-Em