Behind The Lens (A Marcel Fanfic)

Chapter 3

*Marcel's POV*

The taunting continues the next day at school. In physics you're glad to see Chaselyn again.

"H-Hey" you stutter.

"Oh hi..." She says, not really making eye contact. I bet her friends said something.

At least you know that hot cheerleaders name, Jamie. You desperately want to ask her out, but you don't want to get rejected. All I can focus on all day is her...

~that night~

*Chaselyn's POV*

I grabbed my books and put them in my bag as I double checked the address, punching it into my phone. When the map came up I was shocked. He lived 30 minutes away...in the city....in a flat....how could this be? I always see him walking while I'm driving! Well I guess I should get going...

~30 minutes later~

As I pulled up, I see a black Range Rover in front. Hmmm I wonder....I grabbed my bag and walked up. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Silence.

Then I heard someone inside "COMING!" But it was just an accent, no nasal, no stutter....as the door opens my jaw drops.

Tan, toned, abs glistening with steam from the showers, tattoos, wet messy hair, no glasses, a towel tied just below the waist, v-line exposed....

"M-Marcel??"

*Marcel's POV*

I completely forgot. I went to home to change, headed off to boxing, and came home to shower. As I was finishing up I heard a knock and grabbed my towel. When I opened the door, I saw an awestruck Chaselyn, checking me out, head to toe. My jaw dropped.

"Oh my gosh....I'm so sorry I forgot...come in!"

She slowly walked into my flat and sat down on the couch while I excused myself to change.

I quickly threw on a low cut white t-shirt, boxers, skinny jeans, and ran my fingers through my messy curls. I grabbed my books, calculator, a pen, and walked out to Chaselyn.

"Hey" I said with a smirk while leaning against the door. She turned around and looked slightly taken back.

"H-Hey" she said.

"We'll look who has the stutter now" I mentioned, flashing a smile.

"Haha yeah I guess....hey Marcel...can I ask you something?" She sat there, confused.

"Anything babe!" I replied sitting down next to her.

"Well, you probably already know...."

"You're wondering who I am?"

"Yeah..." We sat there for a few moments.

"Not all nerds are nerds, and not all bad boys look bad." I eventually said.

"Haha I can tell...why do you have this image?" She questioned.

"It's kinda a long story...." I told her.

"Well we have all night!" So I trusted her and told her the truth.

"I have a history...and I wanted to start fresh, a different image where no one would recognize me. Where I used to live, I got into bad things with the wrong people and I needed a change. I'm big into boxing and so I often got into lots of fights plus I was a drinker. It just wasn't a very healthy lifestyle. I still box and drink a little here and there, but I didn't want to end up in the wrong place at the wrong time. I came to America cause I didn't want anyone finding me. Lets just say I have quite the handful of enemies back home..." I was nervous of her reply.

"Oh wow...I understand why know, and don't worry your secret is safe with me!" She replied with a grin. Wow that was pretty easy.

"Well let's get you some tutoring!"