Getting The A (Harry/Marcel Styles Fan Fic)

Chapter 2: How About No?

Art dragged on slowly. It felt like it was never going to end. All thanks for Marcel. That douche nerd. As soon as the bell rang, I was out of there. I ran to my locker at a surprisingly fast speed. Justine came by as just as I was about to slam my locker door shut.

"Training for the Olympics? she joked, getting into her locker.

"No. Getting away from Marcel," I muttered.

"Oh yea. I forgot you two took art together."

"I did too. Until he sat next to me and Niall."

"What! He did not!"

"He did. What are people going to think? I'm going to be even less popular than I am now." I slide down my locker and sat on the floor.

"Just because you were put with Marcel doesn't mean that you're going to be deemed as unimportant. Or worse, his girlfriend," Justine said. She poked me. "Not unless you like that. I'd be disappointed if you did though."

"I don't like him," I shot back defensively. "He's too nerdy for me." Marcel came down the hall, clutching his books. The football jocks laughed and pushed him down. His books flew everywhere, including my sketchbook. Why did he have my sketchbook? I snatched it up before he could reach it. Marcel looked up at me, his face red. I gave him a cold look and left. What if he had seen my drawings? I'm pretty defensive about my drawings.

Justine gave me a look of concern as we left the school. I must've looked mad, because she handed me a piece of gum. She only gives me gum when I'm super pissed.

"Thanks," I mumbled, popping the gum in my mouth. 

"I've never seen you so mad at someone before," she said. "You looked like you were about to go Bruce Lee on his nerdy ass!"

"I was," I admitted. "But I don't want to go to jail. Thank goodness it's spring break." She laughed. The rest of the way home we talked about the normal stuff; make up, boys, who we hate. We stopped at her house first, then I walked home to mine.

"Hey Min! How was school?" my dad called from the kitchen.

"It was alright," I called back, dropping my backpack on the couch. Marleen wasn't home yet, which was good. She was my evil stepmother. Underline evil. All she does is abuse me, make me do chores and doesn't feed me. Of course, this is when my dad is on his business trips. 

"I'm going on a business trip to Nebraska today," he said as he walked into the living room. "So it'll just be you and Marleen."

"Hurray," I cheered with fake enthusiasm.

"Min, I know you and her have your quarrels, but it's time to get over your differences and stop fighting."

"I'll stop fighting when she stops being fat."

"Min!"

"What?"

"That was out of line! Go to your room! Now!" I rolled my eyes and went upstairs. "Can't even have a simple conversation with her anymore." I slammed my door shut and fell on my bed. Today would probably be the worst I've had since mom died. A tear slid down my face.

"Oh mom," I whispered. "Why did you have to leave me?"

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I didn't realize I fell asleep until Marleen was banging pots and pans telling me to get up. I didn't want to, so I just locked my door and closed my eyes again.

"There's a boy here for you!" Marleen sneered. A boy? I got up to unlock my door and called out," send him upstairs!" I laid on my bed as I heard footsteps coming upstairs. Marcel peaked from behind my door.

"Hi Marcel," I sighed. "What do you want?"

"T-The project," he stuttered, coming into my room a bit more.

"What about it?" I said.

"I w-w-wanted to s-start it today," he rambled. That was the most I've heard Marcel ever talk.

"I suppose we could start it if we had the baby," I replied sarcastically. He pulled out a plastic baby from his backpack.

"Mr. Smith gave them to all the boys before the period ended. And Hannah who had to be placed with a girl," Marcel explained. Without that stutter, I finally realized that Marcel had a British accent. But that didn't make me like him any more than I did now.

"You can have the first week," I told him, unlocking my phone.

"That's the whole spring break," Marcel gasped.

"No shit Sherlock," I retorted. "I don't want to do this stupid baby project with you."

"W-Well.... W-Well you do if you want to g-get and A!" he snapped. He did have a point there. I did have to work with him if I wanted an A. "A-And if you don't want to work with me, I-I'll make s-sure you get an F." I jumped up from my bed.

"No need for that Marcel," I said sweetly. He blushed. "If we just go along with my plan, then it'll all be alright."

"N-No!" he yelled. "I don't want to do this alone! Either you help me or you get an F. Your choice." I groaned. I needed a way to get Marcel to do all the work.

"How about you do the work for 6 days?" I suggested.

"How about no?" he replied.

"Why do you want to work with me so much?" I snapped.

"Because I'm tired of snotty girls like you getting out of work!" he answered.

"I am not snotty," I huffed, laying back on my bed. No point in trying to fight it. I had to do the project with Marcel wither I wanted to or not.

Well heller der my brochachos. I really want some pizza rolls right now. What about you? I'm going to the outlet mall tomorrow with my family. I LOVE going to the mall. Don't know why.... Maybe because I'm starting to become.... GASP! A GIRLIE GIRL! :OOOOO Just kidding. I still don't like makeup or clothe shopping. Heh. I've had my hair in a braid for soooooo long man. I just don't know. I love braids. BUT UNTIL THE NEXT CHAPTER...... Johnny, the studio executive.