Broken Boundaries|Larcel/Styles Triplets

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MARCEL'S POV

I walked into the old, brick school. The bricks were different shades of a light tan color, some older than others. The side walks were far from perfect, cracked and missing corners due to them falling off. When I entered the large, but old, building, I sighed. The inside wasn't much different from the outside. The concrete, brown floors had long cracks running along them. The lockers were poorly painted and bent. Small groups of people peacefully made their way through the narrow halls. The drinking fountains were rusted with age, and just plain out gross. I stood by the student entrance, looking for the office. The school had no indication on where I was to go, so I was clueless. Thus, my journey began and I made my way to the left hoping for the best. I was first greeted with a cafeteria, chairs and tables filling the small area. I could easily see the lunch ladies busily working away to feed children breakfast. The room had an awful scent to it. Almost like something rotten. I cringed and continued my way down the hall. Since the school was small, I could see the office at the end. A wooden door surrounded by glass windows. A line of students started at the front desk and ended in the hall. Most of them looked annoyed and impatient.

I stood at the end of the line, my arms crossed in front of me. I had decided to come back home. I left a while ago due to some unfortunate events, but I'm back. I never stayed long enough to make it to this building, but I'm sort of happy that it's like this. The line slowly moves forward, people getting their excuses for not being at school the previous day.

The school made my stomach turn in the most unpleasant way possible. I needed to pick up my schedule and find my locker. I had failed to do this earlier. After a ten minute wait, the line had finally dissappeared. I was now infront facing an older woman with grey hair and glasses that hung low on her nose. She gives me a soft smile and holds her hand out. "Oh, um, I'm here to pick up my schedule. I'm Marcel Styles."

Her expression instantly changes. She knows my brothers, of course. Harry and Edward were nothing like me. They were something else. Harry occasionally got in trouble. He doesn't really bother going to school much anymore. He has fame, so why go to school? As for Edward, he got kicked out. That boy had a temper.

She dug around in her desk before handing me a white paper and sending me on my way. I was glad to leave. Her intimidating stare was really getting to me. I hurry up the stairs and sigh.

The lockers are not in order. I made my way past each one, counting the numbers until I finally found one. "Aha!" I lifted my hands in the air in accomplishment. It took me three attempts to get the old locker to open, but it wasn't easy at all.

Since it was only the first week of school, I had missed nothing important. I took my backpack off my back and placed it on a metal hook in the locker. I huffed in annoyance when it barely fit and I had to force it in there. I grab a notebook and pencil, so I can take notes and all that fun stuff. I was probably the only one who ever did such a thing, but I didn't mind.

I closed my locker and stepped back to make my way towards class. Well, I wasn't expecting someone to he walking behind me when I did so. My back had managed to hit someone. I bumped into them and caused them to drop their coffee on the ground.

Instantly, I gasped and turned to face them. Guilt instantly settled in. I looked down at the spilled coffee on the floor, gulping. People never seemed to like me. The person was clearly mad. Fists formed by their side. "I-I-" I was on the verge of tears. My body shook from my strong attempt to hold them back.

"What the hell, man? Don't you know how to watch where you're going?" It was then when I noticed people were with him. Five men surrounded my victim. It wasn't a crime to run into someone, but I sure felt like I had stabbed him.

"I'll pay for it, I swear!" I was making a promise I couldn't keep, but I didn't want to get beat up either. I finally looked at the man I ran into. He had soft blue eyes and pretty brown hair that laid perfectly on top of his head, put up in a quiff. He had defined cheekbones and slight stubble running along his jaw and lower cheeks.

He looked back at his friends, noticing that I had gotten lost in his beauty. I wasn't afraid to hide my preferences when it came to attractions with a human. I liked men, and I wasn't ashamed. A loud laugh slipped past his thin lips. "Looks like we got a fag over here."

Ouch. It was like someone had stabbed my heart, but I didn't let it show. I was good at hiding my emotions most of the time. Rarely, I was called a fag. Mostly, people like me are accepted. I guess not here.

I huffed and turned, walking away. They called after me, using insults. Not today. I was not going to listen to them, but I would be lying if I said I didn't go to the bathroom and cry.

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"Marcel!" The old teacher yelled, his voice causing the whole class to jump. I looked up, my eyes wide, and heart pounding fast in my chest.

"Um, yes, Mr. Brenner?" My voice shook, and it was evident that I was scared shitless. The man was very intimidating.

"Are you paying attention?" His eyebrows were raised as he stared at me. All eyes were now on me. Including the kid from earlier. He was seated in the back of the class. I still felt guilty for what I did.

"Yes.." It was a lie. I was thinking about what had happened earlier. I chewed on my bottom lip, hoping he would let it go. It was the first day and I already fucked up twice.

He nodded and continued to teach about intrest groups and how they work. It was something I already knew. If I had the option to test out of this class, I would have already done it.

I wrote the notes anyway. You never know when you're going to forget something. I listened as the teacher explained everything. I was entertained when it came to this stuff.

Just before the bell rang and the teacher gave us the last few minutes to talk, a light tap was felt on my shoulder. I turned to look at the mysterious perpetrator.

"Um-Do you mind if I copy your notes?" I sucked in a deep breath when I met those beautiful blue eyes once again. Although, Louis had a way nicer attitude. It was rather confusing, but I didn't mind. I was always awkward when it came to attractive men.

"Oh, uh, sure." I shrugged and handed him the piece of paper that contained todays notes. He smiled at me and folded up the paper putting it in his pocket. "Thanks." His voice was the voice of an angels. It was so different and beautiful. Like music to my ears.

"Louis, can I see you for a second?" The boy looked away from me and up at the teacher. He shrugged and got up walking to the teachers desk. Lets just say Mr. Brenner didn't look too happy.

I didn't get to speak to Louis again before the bell rang. For some reason, it upset me.

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Finally, the day came to an end and I made my way to my locker. Day one and I already hate this school more than I hate myself.

I placed my things neatly into my locker and grab my bag, flinging it over my shoulder. When it came to getting to leave school, I was always in a rush.

When I closed my locker I was surprised to see Louis standing there. He looked around before smiling at me. "You know, I never got your name." His smile was contagious. I found myself smilimg back.

"Marcel." I blushed. I couldn't help it. This was a complete turn around from earlier.

"In case you didn't know, I'm Louis." With that, he turned and walked away, joining his friends at the end of the hall.