Mocked: A Marcel Fanfic

Chapter Two

Chapter Two


"Harry Styles." My name is called from within the office. I stand up, pull my shirt down to straighten it out, and head inside. Bryce is seated in a chair. Principal Donovan gestures at the other seat and I sit down.

"Whaddup faggot," Bryce taunts me. I shove my glasses up higher my nose.

"Bryce, please. Language." Principal Donovan sighs. I sit awkwardly in front him, unsure of what's going on. I've never been called in here except for a couple awards. "Now, I'm sure you will both agree that fighting is strictly intolerable at this school. I'm ashamed in you Mr. Styles."

"Me?! But I didn't do anything! I only explained Romeo and Juliet," I defended myself. There is no way I'm getting in trouble for being hit in the face repeatedly. It's not like I asked him to.

"You should be punished for being gaaaaay," Bryce chuckles. Someone please give this guy a dictionary. He's beyond immature.

"Look, I understand Harry how you must feel in this situation. I'm not trying to punish anyone, but this whole fighting this has got to stop. I'm afraid I'm going to have to assign you both to the after school activity program."

"WHAT?! HELL NO. YOU CANNOT EXPECT ME TO SPEND MY TIME WITH A BUNCH OF LOSERS!" Bryce yells, jumping out of his chair. Well he escalated quickly.

"Sit down Bryce. You don't have a choice in this. You will both work after school. That is my decision." Principal Donovan says, writing it down on some list already half filled with names. They must be more troublemakers.

"This is bullshit!" Bryce yells and storms off, punching the wall as he leaves. I jump in fright. I'm lucky it wasn't me this time.

"Sir, if I could maybe have a different punishment? I don't do well with people." I adjust my tie around my neck, feeling as if the room was getting a little stuffy. I slowly feel my world crumbling. Mother will be pissed when she finds out I'm in trouble.

Principal Donovan shakes his head. "No, Harry. That is the punishment. It starts this afternoon. Now get back to class." He waves me away, seeming to not care that he might as well have been giving me a death sentence. I never hung around after school. Students found it best to make me their punching bag at that time.

I get out of his office and quickly make my way back to class. Professor James might be discussing another major literature work and I want to be there for that.

Before I get to the room though, I'm blocked by Veronica stepping out from behind one of the walls. She smirks at me when I jump in fright, instantly stepping backwards.

"Hiya, Harry." I'm confused for a second as to who she's talking to. No one ever calls me Harry except for adults. "What? Forget your name?"

"N-no, it's just...just weird for me to hear it coming from," I struggle for a word and stupidly wave my hands at her. She flips her brown hair over her shoulder, casually stepping closer to me. My heart races.

"A girl?" She teases. She's close enough now that I can smell the cigarette on her lips. I shove my glasses back up. "You look good with a bruise. Makes you look a little badass," she winks at me.

"I-I." What was I saying?

Veronica steps closer to me, her finger trailing down my shirt. My eyes widen as she makes me shiver. She giggles, her brown eyes narrowing at me. I feel my heart beat pick up rapidly. I've never been this close to a girl. Or anyone who wasn't beating me up.

I open my mouth to speak again and she pushes her finger against my lips, stopping me. "Shhhh," she smirks.

I don't get to say another thing before she dances away. Doesn't she have a class or something? Why is she always around?

I shake my head and head back to class. Time to get back into some Romeo and Juliet.

The first couple classes goes by in a blur. I ignore the Marcel jokes as I stand up in calculus and solve out the entire warm up by myself. I'd rather be made fun of for being smart than pretend like I don't understand what's going on in class. Fortunately, Bryce doesn't have any classes with me so I feel a bit safer to volunteer. By lunch, the whole school is buzzing about how "Marcel got punched in the face."

I hate lunch period but there's no way I can avoid it. I grab the salad, pay for it, and then sit at an empty table overlooking the outside. The jock kids are all under the trees with lunch in their hands. I always wondered what it would be like to eat out there for once. Of course I'd never have that option.

I take out the chicken pieces from the salad, ignore the ranch, and start eating. Half way through, another tray sets down in front of me. I look up from my food and am face to face to Veronica. Of course.

The cafeteria talk dies down. I glance around to realize everyone's staring at my table. No one ever sits with me.

"Well someone doesn't eat," Veronica laughs, eating a piece of chicken I left on the tray. Her own plate is covered with an array of different foods.

"What are you doing? People don't sit here." I keep my head down as I whisper to her. "Everyone's staring. Just leave before you ruin your reputation," I mutter.

Veronica laughs, loudly. I slouch in my seat. People are staring. "Who gives a shit about what people think, Harry! Who cares?! Think of it, if you worry every day, all day about what someone is thinking, you're never going to be happy. Ever. I'm talking E V E R," she spells out, taking my apple off my tray and biting it. I stare at the orange on her own tray.

She sighs, pulls out a cigarette and gets up. I watch her light it up, sticking the stick between her teeth. She leans forward, her hands sprawled on the cafeteria table. I try to stop myself from looking down her shirt.

She takes a huff off the cigarette and blows it across my face. "See you later Harry. You're not the only one serving this shit hole after school," she winks at me before straightening up.

I can't help but watch her leave. Maybe it's the way she walks.