Marcel Styles (Completed)

Marcel Styles

Chapter 1

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-Marcel's POV-

I open my eyes to the bare, white room. It's a new day with new challenges.

Oh, who am I kidding?

I face the same challenges everyday. But I've learned to get used to it.

"Morning sweetie" my mum calls.

"Morning mum."

"Haz" Gemma yells. "I've missed you so much!"

My older sister runs over to me and hugs me.

"Hey Gemma. How's uni" I ask.

"Great! How's high school? "

"It's great" I lie.

"Well, you have to head out. You'll be late for class if you don't" my mum says.

"Okay mum. Bye Gemm. I'll see you two later" I state.

I grab my books and walk out the door. I begin my long walk to school.

As I'm walking, I remind myself of everything I have to do. Stay away from Lucas, stay away from Lucas, stay away from Lucas, and stay away from Lucas. Ugh.

"Hey Marcel, heads up" someone calls from a passing car.

I have no time to react and I get a face full of hot coffee. Not shocked, I reach into my pocket and grab a napkin. I wipe the coffee off my face and continue to walk.

Finally, I reach school. I stroll through the halls, head to the floor, finding my way to my locker. I glance to my right.

Lucas.

I keep going through my locker and shut it when I'm done. Not to my surprise, Lucas was standing right behind me. As I turn around to walk to class, I find myself face to face with the jock.

"Hey Marzy. You got anything for me today?"

I nod, trying not to look at him.

"You better not have messed up this time."

I shake my head.

"Good, Marce. Get to class!"

I push my way past Lucas and into first period, right as the bell rings. Ms. Marshal looks at my with sympathy and a small smile as I sit in the back of class, away from everyone else. The period goes by fast as she talks about a field trip we'll be taking to an environmental museum next week. I listen, carefully, to every detail.

The bell rings, indicating us to change classes.

I stand up and hurry out of the room to avoid confrontation from Lucas again. Room 105. I walk in and, again, take the seat furthest from everyone. We sit at tables in this room; however, I sit alone, but that's normal for Marcel.

Something'a different today, though. Who's that girl that walked in. She is about to sit, next to Amy Rodgers, but notices me. I look away and she looks at the ground. She hesitates but then picks up her books and begins to walk towards me. Everyone gasps as she sits down beside me and starts a conversation.

"I'm Juliet."

"P-Please don't s-sit here" I beg her.

"Why not?"

"B-because you wwill ruin y-your social life f-forever."

"Whatever."

She stays.