The Styles Triplets

Chapter 16

"Hey, Alex." Marcel said as he sat down, "I'd like for you to meet Niall."

Niall wasn't too bad looking! He had dirty blonde spiked up hair, and he was wearing a sweater vest. He wasn't exactly nerdy, but he wasn't like Harry by any means.
"Hi, Niall."

"Hello." he greeted.

Oh he's Irish.
"Are you sitting with us today?" I asked.

Niall cocked an eyebrow, "Can I?"

"Of course." I answered and he took a seat.

Soon our table was filled up. Harry and Louis got here after Niall and Marcel, then soon after Edward and Zayn came along.
"So, I heard slutty Ashley asked you out." Harry said to Marcel.

So I'm not the only one who calls her that?

"Um, yeah." he answered, looking up at me, "She did."

"Well, what'd you say?" Harry asked.

"I didn't really answer her." Marcel explained to us, "I'm going to her party tonight though."

I saw Niall get wide eyed as he looked at Marcel, to me, to Edward, to me, then back to Marcel.
"You what?!" Niall exclaimed.

"I'm going to her party." Marcel repeated.

"But, what about the plan?" Niall asked.

"The plan? What plan?" I asked curiously.

"That plan isn't happening." Marcel replied, completely ignoring my comment.

"You know I'm not just going to sit here and let one of my best fiends be unhappy." Niall shot back, "You're losing your chance every second you push it back. You can't just hide it forever!"

"Yes, I can. And I will. I never had a chance, Niall. You don't understand that. There was no chance. There still is no chance. There will never be one. End of discussion." Marcel snapped.

Niall shook his head and continued to eat while the rest of us were speechless. I'm not sure what that was all about, but it had to have been something important.

"So... How's everyone's day been?" Louis asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"Well, I know my morning was eventful." Edward smirked, eyeing me.

Harry cocked his eye brow and looked at me, then Edward. "Really? How so?"

"It just has been great so far." Edward smiled.

"Oh I'm sure." Zayn added.

Harry gave me a look asking what was up, and I mouthed to him that I'd tell him later.
Zayn is the only one who really knows what's going on with Edward and I. No one else knows, and I didn't plan on telling them anytime soon. Not that I was embarrassed of Edward, it's just I don't think I'm ready to face Marcel.
Who knows what he'd say?!

I could feel the tension at the table with Marcel and Niall. They avoided each others gaze and kept their eyes on their plate.
"Are you guys okay?" I asked.

"Just peachy." Marcel said sarcastically.

"Well, if you need to talk about it I'm here. I'm a good listener."

"You wouldn't understand."

"I can try." I replied softly.

"Well you won't, so what's the point of trying?"  Marcel gave me a sarcastic smile which caused my heart to sink.

Why is he being so rude?
"Okay, I was just trying to help." I sighed, "I'm sorry."

"I'm done, I'll see you guys later." Marcel gathered his things and stormed off.