Marcel

Chapter 26

Marcel's POV

A/N: When I talk about football, I mean American football. Not soccer. :)

I wake up and smile at the thought of last night. It was amazing.

Today is my first day back to work. I work at the concession stand at the football games. Today's practice, but I have to go set up.

Also, I have to talk to Ethan since he'll be there practicing.

I head to work a few hours after I wake up. I put on some sweat pants and a t-shirt. I leave my hair curly, I kind of like it.

I walk past the players and head into the concession stand. They all stare at me... Weird... And then I remember they've never seen me like this. Curly hair, short sleeves, tattoos. They probably don't even know who I am. It makes me feel confident and strong, actually. I'm a whole new Marcel. It's like I can start over. Maybe.

Practice starts and I start preparing the concession for tomorrow. I clean and put all the food where it needs to be. A football comes flying in through the window, right into the pretzel maker. I grab it and throw it back to the field. It goes further and faster than I expected. I didn't know I could throw like that... The person who catches it is pushed backwards from the force. Wow.

I barely notice when practice is over. Hopefully Ethan hasn't left yet. Thankfully, he hasn't left the field yet. He's talking to the coach. I wait for him to finish and walk up to him. I'm nervous. I've never stood up for myself before, especially not with Ethan. Hopefully, after I talk to him, he'll stop. He looks at me confused, he doesn't know who I am. Then it hits him.

“Marcel??” he asks.

“That's me.”

“What do you want?”

“I know about your deal with Cami.”

“I figured you would.”

“First, you ruin my life. Then you do this to Cami. Don't you dare touch Cami again.”

“What are you gonna do about it? Beat me up? You're just a weak, little nerd. I can do whatever I want.”

I thin about the bruise on Cami's wrist. What else did he do to her?

I punch him right in the jaw. He falls to the ground and rubs his jaw. Blood is trickling from his lip and nose. He looks up at me with a shocked expression.

What have I done?

I don't know what came over me.

I never planned on punching him. I just wanted to talk.

Who am I?

This isn't who I am. I don't hurt people.

I look down at my hand, which is still clenched into a fist. It's throbbing and red. I punched him hard. I even heard the impact.

I don't say anything, I just walk away in a daze. I hop in my car and drive off. I don't know where I'm going, but my mind does apparently. I pull up to a familiar place. It's the lake.

I walk to the dock and put my feet in the water. I kick around and stare at the water.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I run my hands through my hair. I groan and toss a rock into the water. I'm a horrible person. I punched someone, I punched someone hard. No matter how cruel someone is, you shouldn't hurt them. Nobody deserves that. Not even Ethan.

Through all my years of hurt, I know to never do that to anyone. I promised myself I would never stoop to the level of the people who bullied me.

But now I have. I've broken a promise to myself. I've become one of them.

I bet everyone will hear about this by tomorrow. They'll all be scared of me now. Great. I'll still have people hate me.

I'm never going to leave this lake. I can hide out here forever, nobody will find me. I'll have no more problems. Everything will be okay if I stay here.

I won't have to face Ethan again. I won't have to look at what I've done to him. I won't have to think of myself as a bully.

I can just be Marcel.

No one would miss me anyways.

Uh oh. Poor Marcel. I hope you all like this chapter.

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