Mocked: A Marcel Fanfic

Chapter Eleven

**A/N** I deleted the disclaimer part of this fanfic and it dropped my reads a lot and took me off top list of humor/fan fiction. Talk about depressing. Well...lets get there again hopefully .-.



Chapter Eleven



The next day in class I have my head down on the wooden top that has been carved into by years and years of students. Veronica doesn't show up to class which makes everything more boring. I drift off as Professor James discusses the satirical work of a major literature novel that I don't pay attention enough to remember the name. I keep my head down, drawing random marks on the top of my desk, adding to the current graffiti.

This is not like me. My head in the clouds filled with thoughts of a girl. Especially not one as intriguing as Veronica. Her brown eyes that she constantly winks at me with. The way she calls me Harry instead of Marcel. Her pink lips that wrap around the tip of a cigarette and suck in...

Dirty images flash through my mind and I bolt upright in my seat, immediately placing my hands on my lap. This isn't happening. Not in school. No, this never happens.

"So do you understand the difference between a coma and a period now?" Professor James asks childlike, holding the whiteboard marker in his hand. I shoot my own hand upwards, making sure to cover myself with the other. "Ah, yes Harry?"

"May I be excused to the restroom, please?" My voice is higher than normal, strained against hiding something. Just like my plaid shorts.

"Sure, take the pass," he dismisses me and I jump out of my seat and run out the room, grabbing the pass from beside the door. I press my hands to my front and sprint to the bathroom.

"Oh this isn't happening. No no no no!"

"Harry?" I almost trip over my shoes at the sound of her voice. Veronica. Oh god.

I try to ignore her and keep moving towards the bathroom down the hall. Her being at a close proximity only makes the matters worse and I feel a strange sensation happening inside of me. Please, no.

"Harry!" She calls out and is suddenly in front of me, blocking me from going forward. My gaze flies to her crop top, the sleeve hanging down her arm, exposing her shoulder and collarbone. My body shudders.

Oh. No.

"Excuse me!" I squeal and move around her, desperately trying to just get her to go away.

Veronica's hand wraps around my arm and yanks me backwards, throwing my hand off front. "Harry, what the hell is-," her eyes widen suddenly, her gaze downwards. "Holy shit! You dirty bastard!" She cackles with laughter and let's go of my arm, pointing at me amused. "What, get too worked up about Romeo and Juliet?!"

My cheeks flush and I cover myself again. I've never had to deal with this. This doesn't happen.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I mumble and sidestep her again, walking away.

"Oh please! Save that shit for a virgin. You've got a boner, and by the looks of it, you've got a pretty damn decent one. So tell me, is it the way Juliet leans over the balcony?" Veronica leans forward which just makes my thoughts become even dirtier. I didn't even know I was capable of this.

"Just...excuse me," I say and walk away, this time she lets me, her laughter filling the air around us.

I'm the bathroom I panic even more. Not because I'm afraid that someone will walk in, but because I just don't know what to do. I cover the only stall in the boys' bathroom with a seat cover and sit down with my shorts around my ankles. What do I do?! I never had to deal with something like this!

I decide to wait it out. I think about things that disgust me. The jocks at school. The grease on pizza. The weird green mold in the bathroom. And finally, I resort to just reading the bathroom stall.

Majority of it is about girls and how hot they are. Girls are ranked according to how willing they are to give "it" out to people. I blanch when I realize the ranking is from Marcel to Veronica, meaning a girl is as unattractive and undateable or stunning and sexually available. I can't tell which of us has the worse name. Me or Veronica.

My reading does what I hope it would and my body calms down, going back to normal. I pull up my clothes again and flush down the unused toilet and paper. I wash my hands and check my reflection. There's a single hair that doesn't make it into the gelled, slick back hairdo that I have and it bothers me. I clean my glasses before putting them on again.

When I leave the restroom the halls are thankfully clear. I go back to class and pretend that nothing strange ever happened. I force myself to pay attention even though I don't care and thankfully I get through without another random mishap.

The rest of the day is the same. I push myself to pay attention and I pull through. At lunch, Veronica is outside laughing with her friends and I sit alone. No one comes over to try and talk to me and it seems like everything is falling back into place.

In art class Veronica is still not around even though I know she's in school. Madam Thustle seems disappointed that her prodigy has disappeared for the day. She throws us another loop and tells us to draw with our opposite hand. In the end, I have drawn nothing even close to incredible.

It's after school that I find myself looking forward to seeing Veronica once again. However, she doesn't show up to this as well and I'm forced to get out on the football field again. Without Veronica by my side, the team pokes more fun at me, calling me more than Marcel, and throwing the ball at me whenever possible.

I'm trying to keep telling myself that she'll show up and save me, but she never does. And that's when I realize that everything I've read that includes romance, is 100% bullshit.

Nothing in real life happens like you want.