Yesterday was the best day of my life; no doubt. Now that Donner's gone, it's like the whole school changed into something nicer! The best thing is that his group is falling apart. It seems as if theydon't know exactly what to do without him.
People are still sort of making fun of me, but that doesn't matter. At least if I'm I'm not the laughing stock of the school I'll be fine.
I've gained plenty of confindence yesterday to do something that I've always wanted to do. Ask the girl of my dreams out. Her name is Brooke. She's been in the same class as me since first grade. Hopefully she'll say yes. I'll die of humilliation if she says 'no'. Asking her out took me five years to gain confindence. It was really hard to gain it while the bullying started in six grade. You guys could already guess why.
Forget about that. My old self is long gone and now I just have to focus about my future. After all, I am auditioning for the x-factor in three days. I'm missing Friday of school because my audition is the next day. We still need to get to London Good thing nobody in school knows about me auditioning. They probably would make fun of me, saying that I wouldn't make it.
Okay, back to Brooke. At lunch I'm going to ask her in front of her friends. Other known as, the whole school. Brooke knows everyone. Did I mention that she's the most popular girl in school? No? Opps.
RING!
There's the lunch bell. Wish me luck.
I sucked in a deep breath, then exhaling it out. I head to Brooke's lunch table. She whirled around to me, a curious expression on her face.
"Oh, Marcel, what are you doing here?" She asks, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear.
"I want to, erm, ask you something." I reply, grabbing her right gently. Here it goes.
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"It's because of my old nerd ego, isn't it? That's the reason why you won't date me?" I sigh, running a hand through my hair.
"No, no, no! It's not the reason...Well, it sorta is, but I don't mean to offend you--!" She rushes quickly through her words.
"See, that is the reason." I cut her off, sighing.
"Marcel pl--"
"That's Harry, to you." I snap, recieving a confused face from her.
"Harry? What?" She furrows her eyebrows.
"Just watch the x-factor this Saturday, you got me?" I mumble in reponse.
"Marcel, you are making no sense. Why are you asking me to watch the x-factor on Saturday?" She questions.
"It's Harry," I say through my teeth. "and you'll just have to wait and see."
"Um, o-ok." She stutters, making her way back to her table. I sighed once again, putting my hands into my skinny jeans pocket. I causually walk out of the lunch room to my locker. My back leans agaisnst it. It then slumped to the floor lifeless.
The lump in my throat grew bigger by the second. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. I'm worthless peice of shit and I deserve to die, I thought, completely dissapointed in myself.
Why do I always have to mess everything up? Why do people hate me because I'm a nerd. I mean, I changed. Just for them. I changed just to please them. To like my look, to like my car, to like...me. I'm even auditioning for the x-factor for them! I want to be that normal high school guy who can walk around campus and not be bullied. To not make fun of, just because of what he wears and pointless stuff like that. Can't they see that I'm a human being too?
I'm not an alien. I can walk, talk, write; I can do everything they do, so why do they have to make fun of me? The last time I checked, I was sure I don't have six fingers, or an ugly face. I'm normal, just an average human here.
But no. People always have to treat me like crap. Why? Because I'm not as cool as them. They think I can't be as awesome as them, that I can't have as much friends as them, that I can't be on the same level they are. They think I'm on a lower standered!
Well, we'll see about that. We'll see who would be the most well known person in school, we'll see who has as much friends; I'm better in my own way and I'm going to prove that. You know how? I'm going to win the x-factor.
I know I have the talent, I know I have the voice, I know I have the confindence, but most importantly, I know I have the x-factor.
All you stupid popular kids, thinking that you're the best, you're not. But if you think you are, prove it to me. Because I'm already proving it to you.
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A/N: OooOoo! Tension is rising!
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Not A Nerd Anymore (A Marcel/Harry Styles Fan Fiction)
Подростковая литератураMarcel Styles was tired of the nerd life he had lived. He had got rejected by the girl he had loved and figured that it was because of his ego. Right at that moment, he decided he should change himself. All of him.
