Getting The A (Harry/Marcel Styles Fan Fic)

*Teaser* Chapter 1: The Partners

Yes, I am writing a Marcel fan fic. Deal with it my brochachos. Sorry that I put Mad, Mad World on hold for those who are reading it. I'm going to be working on this fan fic and a secret one instead of that one. I'll finish that one up in the school year. But for now, enjoy this lil teaser :3

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"Today you will be assigned partners," my home economics teacher, Mr. Smith, announced. I held in a groan. I hated majority of the class. Except Justine, who's my best friend. But the last thing I wanted to do was have to take care of a plastic baby with the people I hate. "I've picked the partners out myself-" A groan from the class. "-so that there won't be anyone left out."

"I hope that we're together," Justine whispered.

"Doubt it," I mumbled. "If Mr. Smith picked them out, it'll be boy and girl partners."

"But there's not an even amount," she pointed out.

"Its about equal. A little more girls than boys, but it's about even." Justine groaned. I knew why she was so uncomfortable about having a boy partner. Most of the boys in our class were..... Well, hot. They were the football, basketball and baseball jocks. Don't ask me why they decided to take home economics. I heard it was because Justine was taking it. I wouldn't be surprised if the boys wanted to take it just for Justine.

Justine was a pretty girl with your stereotypical gorgeous blond hair and crystal blue eyes. No pimples, no glasses, no braces. See my point? She's almost perfect. Unlike me. I have wavy ginger hair, glasses, braces and a few pimples here and there. Now, who would you rather date? Me or Justine? Exactly, Justine.

"-and will count for 60 percent of your grade." Well that was a daydream waker. Sixty percent? I hope the person I get paired up with actually cares about school. 

The bell rang. 

"The partners are posted at the back of the classroom," Mr. Smith called after the class. I grabbed my stuff and made my way towards the back of the class.

"Oh my gosh," Justine gasped.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I'm paired up with Micheal Patterson!" she squealed. I rolled my eyes. Micheal cared nothing about school. The only reason he came is because his mom made him. Plus his basketball coach told him if he didn't ditch school he could stay on the team.

"Did you see who I got?" I asked.

"No, that's your job," she said. I sighed and squeezed into the group of people. I searched for my name. When I finally found it, I felt like I was about to throw up;

Young- Styles

I was paired up with Marcel, the nerdiest boy in school. In the world. In the whole universe! No one even liked Marcel. He was always last to get picked, if anyone picked him, is always in the back of the room, never socializing, got straight A's. I backed away as Marcel checked the list. His face grew paler. He looked up at me. I glared at him. He quickly ran out of the room.

"What was that for?" Justine asked as we walked out into the hallway towards eighth period.

"I have to be partnered up with Marcel," I grumbled.

"That nerd that nobody likes?"

"That's the one."

"I'm so sorry."

"Thank you for your sympathy. Now, go to chemistry."

"Alright. And don't think about skipping art." I laughed. We had this ongoing joke about skipping those two classes since they were our favorite. 

I sat down at my table, getting out my sketchbook. We were working on self portraits and to be honest, mine probably looked the best if I do say so myself.

"That's really good Min," Niall said. At first, I didn't like Niall. I thought he was a pig who was nice to everyone just because he wanted to get them in bed. But after I finally got to know him, he became my best friend.

"Thanks Niall," I mumbled, trying to concentrate. I heard someone sit down next to us and Niall groan. I assumed it was just some girl who wanted Niall. As usual, I was wrong. It was Marcel. I totally forgot he took art. Niall scotched away and gave me a look. I shrugged.

"Why is he sitting at our table?" Niall whispered.

"I don't know," I whispered back.

"Tell him to move," he demanded.

"Alright, alright." I turned to Marcel. "Hey, Marcel. Do you mind moving? Someone already sits there." He looked at me like he didn't hear me. So I repeated what I said. He still didn't respond. He just kept drawing. If he won't listen to me now, what makes me think that he'll listen to me during the project? I put my head in my hands, imagining what to say to my parents when I brought home my first F.

Well, I hoped you likes this little teaser. I think this one is going to be a good one. Don't ya think? I think so. Mostly because this one will be pretty easy to write. Because I have the entire storyline plotted out. Yea, I'm taking this one SURIOUSLY! Just kidding. I'll have some fun with it. I legit am starting to believe that Mark is starting to like me. Or he just feels sorry for me..... EITHER ONE IS GOOD FOR MEH! And, I also gained the ablility to draw! So if you want me to draw you and you have a twitter, just tell me. BUT UNTIL NEXT TIME...... Leeroy, the dance choreographer.