||Chapter ONE| How I Fell For The Marketing Guy||

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by sstutter_

So thank you guys for the incredible feed-back from the prologue and so sorry for keeping you awaiting! Heres the first official chapter in Talias' POV! ENJOY. CIAO. ~Mac

||Chapter ONE| How I Fell For The Marketing Guy||

~Talias' POV~

I tapped my pencil, biting my lip in confusion as I read the problem all over again. So the head girl with the second highest GPA can't do a simple algebraic equation, so what?

After all, I can always drop out of the sixth form and work at the local McDonald's.

So I don't take stress that well, big deal.

I could google it. But I know that'll just confuse me even more.

You could ask Marcel.

I snorted at the idea. No way. And besides, isn't it way past his bedtime?, I thought sarcastically.

I looked up at the clock above my bed. 2:16 AM

I looked to my window, only to see Marcel's was still light up by the damned lamp of his.

So he was still awake. Still not going to ask, I thought stubbornly.

Fine, then you can shut your book and give up and fail out of Algebra 2, my haughty, rational side barked.

"Fine." I said, to my self, thinking about seeing a shrink as I tore out a piece of notebook paper, put an eraser inside of it and crumbled it up.

I sat by my window sill desk and opened the window and slightly tossed the ball at his window.

Almost immediately, Marcel scurried to the window and opened it, with a glare at hand.

Wha?

Shit. I forgot about yesterdays' fight.

"What do you want, Jensen?"He spat, giving my body a cold once-over, skimming over my pink pyjama shorts and and lingering over my 5 Seconds Of Summer racerback tank top.

I suddenly wished I had put on a cardigan first.

"Erm, well I needed help with, erm-"

"Well, spit it out, Ickle Jenny." Marcel said in a sickly sweet, sarcastic tone.

"N-nevermind it, Marcey." I quickly slammed down my window pane and swiped my curtains across, concealing me from his cold-hard glare.

Why was he so upset today? He was rude to me too.....that's how our friendship worked, right?

It had only occured to me after I had given up on my homewrok, and starting writing down in my scribble journal, which had much more than just scribbles in it, that I had used his nickname that he hated.

Great, now he must hate me even more-

My thoughts were disturbed by a knock at my window.

Cautiously, I slide out my loose fitted tan cardigan and slowly slide my curtain drapes open to reveal Marcel, perched at my window with a box of chocolates in his hand, a note taped to it, I'm Sorry For Being An Arse, and a rose clenched between his two front sets of teeth.

||End Of Chapter ONE| How I Fell For The Marketing Guy||

So please don't kill me for having this kindof've short, but I had a lot of personal things and events I had to attend, but by next week, I should be just enough time free for a worthy chapter.

So please, Read, Vote, Add to library, Share and Comment!

Thanks for reading! ~Mac