Behind the Glasses

Nice singing twerp

"Shit!" He says standing up and running his fingers through his hair, "alright I'll go get dressed and then I can drive past your house on the way to school."

"Okay, please hurry!" I say looking at the clock which already says 8:00.

When he dressed in his usual nerdy sweater and pants, I watch as he starts to slick back his hair with gel....this is taking too long! So even though his hair is only half way done and is kinda in a quiff position I grab his hand dragging him to the kitchen, "we don't have time for this!" I say and he grabs his keys and books and we're out the door.

The second we get to my house I run inside throwing on my pink dress and some flats. I grab my books and I'm out the door again. When we get to school it's 820, we're 15 minutes late. We run through the halls and straight into Mr. Fitzgerald classroom.

"And where were you two?" He asks us and I can feel everybody's eyes on us. Probably because Marcel's hair is still slightly curly and in a quiff form and I have no makeup and nappy hair.

"My alarm didn't go off." Marcel blurts

"Mhm, and what about you Ms. Carter?"

"Uh, I, um" I start looking for any excuse in the book

"I was supposed to be driving her to school today Mr. Fitz."

"Hmmm" he says not looking too convinced "well sit down we were just starting the test, I do hope your prepared... You'll need it."

This test is so easy I say looking down at the questions on the sheet is paper.

I look around and Marcel is hard at work concentrating and Jessica looks so afraid the test may kill her, but I so have this!

*30 minutes later*

"Times up, pass up your tests."

"Now class, as you all know our yearly talent show is coming up and we have some very surprising people signed up but it's not too late to sign up if you haven't already."

**ringgggggg**

"I SO passed that test!! Thank you soo much for helping me" I say cheerfully to Marcel as we leave English class, " see you at lunch?"

"Wouldn't miss it!" He says and we head our opposite ways to our next class.

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"God, I can't stand biology!" I say to Marcel as I take a bite of my sandwich

"Yeah, I hate Ms. frizzle but not the biology itself, it's all memorization and understanding."

"Yeah, I guess."

"I can help you with biology if you like, we could do the same tutoring schedule as before..."

"I'd love that! It really does help."

"That's good because if you would have said no I'd have to find another excuse to hang out with you everyday!" He says and I can't help but smile.

"You like hanging out with me?" I ask surprised

"Yeah" he says looking at me and showing off his dimples "it gets lonely studying by your self all the time, I enjoy the company."

"So what's up with this talent show thing?"

"Ugh, it's a waste of time if you ask me.." He says rolling his eyes

"So it's a big thing around here, this 'talent show'?"

"Yeah, it's not even a competition, I mean Zayn and Niall win it every year." He says looking down picking at his lunch.

"Every year?" I ask amazed

"Yep, EVERY year."

"Why don't you sing in it?" I ask

His eyes go wide but he quickly recovers, "Because I can't sing"

"Yes you can you little liar!"

"And what makes you think that?" He asks with a smirk on his face

"I saw your guitar..."

"That proves nothing!" He says

"And your song book...." Is eyes go wide again and this time he doesn't recover as quickly.

"So why don't you sing?"

"Because I'm not good enough, Zayn will win and they will make more fun of me then they already do... I don't need more attention drawn to myself."

"Well, I still want to hear you sing...."

"NO WAY!"

"Pleaseee? I say giving him my begging look..."

"Not the face it won't work" he says looking away so I blink my eyes even more as he try's not to look.

"Uhh... Um, no- okay fine! You win.... What do you want me to sing?"

"Anything" I say and watch him take a creep breath in and sin the words of one of my favorite jam out Stevie Wonder sings.

"Isn't she lovely,

Isn't she wonderful,

Isn't she precious,

Less than one minute old

I never thought through love we'd be

Making one as lovely as she

But isn't she lovely made from love."

"Marcel that was am-"

"HEY NICE SINGING YOU LITTLE TWERP!" I watch as Marcel's eyes fill with hurt and anger and I turn around to see those stupid jocks from before laughing with a phones in their hands.

"YOUTUBES GOING TO LOVE THIS!" They say running down the stairs.

I turn back around to see Marcel, the hurt in his eyes and all of sudden something snaps. His eyes flood with anger and pain as he throws his lunch to the ground running after them. Leaving me on the roof. Alone, again. For the third time.

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