Behind the Glasses

My name is...

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

I turn back around to see Marcel, the hurt in his eyes is hard to miss but 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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So I do the first thing that comes to mind, I run after him.

I run down the empty halls chasing after Marcel who is chasing after those stupid jerks. The bell sounds and I'm having more trouble then ever keeping up with Marcel as I swerve in and out of the crowded hallways. Marcel comes back into my vision when I see him take the 'leader' of the gang, I think they call him Mac Daddy or something stupid...anyway, Marcel grabs his shoulder turning him around with strength I didn't know existed underneath all the sweater vests and smacks him as hard as he can. And then I hear it,

"FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!" And a crowd starts to form around them.

Mac Daddy takes one swing at Marcel which knocks him to the ground.

When he hits the ground his glasses fall off causing them to shatter but it doesn't stop Marcel, he punches Mac Daddy over and over and I hear a loud crack which I assume was one of their noses but I can't tell anymore as they both are bloody in the face.

I have to stop them.

"Stop!" I yell at Mac Daddy but he doesnt hear me so I pull on his sleeve and yell again, "STOP!" And he turns around swinging his fist at me which hits right in the side of my face, knocking me to the ground.

Marcel takes one look at me and another at Mac Daddy and throws a punch so hard that is causes Mac Daddy to hit the front of the lockers leaving a dent.

I get to my feet but dizzy as soon as i stand up, there's no hope in stopping it now, punches are being swung left and right and after what seems like forever finally a teacher comes to break it up.

When the fight is broken up I look back and forth between the two guys,

Marcel is raging with anger as his bottom lip is swollen and bloody and his face is all scratched and bruised from the rings on Mac Daddy's fingers. Marcel's right eye is beginning to turn an odd shade of greenish-purple. Then, Marcel surprises me again by grabbing my hand, dragging me away from the crowd and into the school parking lot.

" are you okay?" He asks as soon as we are outside, grabbing my face in his bloody hands causing me to wince in pain at his touch.

"I'm fine, it was just one punch" I say trying to hold back the tears as I can already feel my face swelling.

"What am I thinking? Your not okay! He used use as a fucking punch bag!"

"Me?" I say "look at you! I only took one hit Marcel, I'm fine!" I say trying to cover up the pain on my face.

"He's lucky he's not fucking dead." He blurts out "I'm so fucking tired of them thinking I'm weak because I dress like this and I'm smart, you know the whole reason I dress like this is so they don't judge me for who I really am but I get judged for this too so I'm not sure who the hell they want me to be!" He yells punching the brick wall of our school building.

"Okay, Marcel you need to calm down. Look let's just go back inside and get you to the nurses' room."

"You're freakin crazy if you think I'm going back in there!" He says walking away from me towards his car taking the keys from his pocket. I hurry after him snatching the keys from his hands.

"You're not leaving."

"What do you mean? Never seen this before?? It's called skipping" he states, answering his own question. Where is all of this rage and anger coming from? its like hes had it bottled up inside of him, ive never this side of Marcel.

"and since when do you tell me what to do..." He asks looking at me with his jaw clenched, "I'll do whatever the hell I want." He says trying to snatch the keys from my hand but I move them out of his reach before he can grab them..

"Fine, but I drive..."

"What?! Hell no! Not my car" he says and I can see the anger and hurt in his face as he winces at his own quick movements and I know he isn't thinking straight right now.

"Marcel, where are your glasses?"

"I don't freakin know, but why does that matter, they're plastic! I can see perfectly fine!"

PLASTIC?! you've got to be kidding me....

"Exactly, your losing your mind saying your glasses are fake?" I say unlocking the car and getting into the drivers seat, "I'm driving."

"I don't need you to but fine, be my guest!" He says frustratingly running his fingers through his hair and getting in the passenger side slamming the door behind him.

The ride back to my house is awkwardly silent as we are both to stubborn to say anything.

"Sit" I order pointing to a kitchen chair as we enter my place. I run upstairs to grab the first aid kit taking the keys with me as I don't want to take any chances at Marcel leaving. I get a wet paper towel first bringing it to his face wiping off all of the dried blood.

"This may hurt" I say as I gently clean the blood from his swollen lip and he winces in pain.

"You know you really don't have to do this." He says looking up at me resting his face in my hand as I finish cleaning the blood.

"Yes I did, if I didn't... Who would?"

"No one"

"Exactly" I say as I walk over to the freezer pulling out an ice pack and hold it out to him. He shakes his head at me grabbing my hand and I give him a confused look. He simply just brings the ice to my left cheek where I was punched and I wince at the pain that soon numbs and I sigh at the relief the ice is giving me. So I walk back to the freezer getting a second ice back and handing it to him.

"I don't need it.." He says so I try again, "I don't want it!!" He raises his voice.

"Okay, why the hell are you being so stubborn?!" I snap at him throwing the ice pack back in the freezer, "This is not the Marcel I know!"

"Allie..." He says looking up at me with his sorrow filled eyes.

"Don't you Allie me.." I snap and he looks down at the ground. "All I have done is cared for you and been nice to you this whole time, not once have I back stabbed you."

He continues to look at the ground, "not once have I talked bad about you, actually... I heard someone talking about you the other day and you know what I did?! I stood up for you!" I yell even louder but his eyes don't move from the ground.

"I mean think about it, I have been NOTHING but nice to you because you never gave me a reason to be mean to you. I mean seriously! WHAT THE HELL?" He's still staring at the ground.

"Marcel, are you even listening to a word I say?!" No answer.

"Marcel!" I say again loud and stern so I know he hears me.

"Harremmm" he mutters something under his breath but I can't quite catch it.

"What?" I say as he finally looks up at me, his eyes swelling with tears.

"Harry.... my name is Harry."

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