Mocked: A Marcel Fanfic

Chapter Forty-Seven

**Probably should have gave you guys a warning about the last chapter having a spoiler towards Epic. LOL my bad.**



Chapter Forty-Seven



In the morning, Veronica wakes us both up and let's me take a shower as she fixes up breakfast. I quickly clean myself and then find a fresh pair of clothes laid out for me in her bedroom. I don't question it as I put on the dark jeans, black Ramones shirt, and leather jacket. I find my new pair of high tops and put them on as well before meeting Veronica back downstairs.

"Morning," she smiles at me and hands me a plate with food on it. She kisses my cheek and I feel my face flush as I take a seat at the counter beside her. "You look good," she notes.

I look down at my clothes. "Thanks. Do you know what kind of shoes these are?" I point down at the black high top shoes.

Veronica laughs. "Those are Vans high tops."

"Huh, interesting. They're comfortable."

"They're supposed to be," Veronica says, giving me an amused grin. I just shrug, it's not my fault I never wore shoes like this before.

We talk about small things as we finish out breakfast. We've got fifteen minutes to get to school when we finally leave her house in my car. I get to drive this time and Veronica waves goodbye to the gate staff.

"Why don't you drive in your car?" I ask confused.

"I left one at Aiden's and the other is at school. Do you want me to drive separately from you?"

"No," I frown at the thought. "I just keep wondering why you don't drive yourself around. We've been using my car lately."

Veronica reaches over and holds my hand, giving me a wide smile. "Just drive," she says and I stop talking.

I'm kind of nervous about going to school. I've only ever been seen as the dorky, geeky guy with giant glasses and slicked back hair. When I showed up last time looking completely different, people reacted to it. I wonder if they're going to be used to it now; wonder if they'll accept me for me now that I look like one of them.

And then there's the whole thing with Veronica. How is she going to handle this? What is she going to do now that we're in front of hundreds of our peers? I know she's still dating Aiden, but what about me? She can't just act like this past day didn't happen, that we didn't care for each other.

I feel a headache coming on as we pull into the parking lot. Veronica puts her phone away after sending a couple texts out -I couldn't read them since I was diving, and I really do need to trust her- and then gets out of the car. We aren't late, but already the campus has less people walking around.

Veronica stops walking before we get into the school. She turns to me, her brown eyes searching my green ones. "Harry, I don't want you to listen to anything you hear today. Nothing that happens at this place is real. Nothing I say or do matters when it comes to us. Okay?"

"Okay," I answer because I can't form a better answer.

Veronica leans in and gives me one last kiss before throwing the doors in and walking away.

Just. Like. That.

I watch her walk down the hallways, her steps confident and her back straight. There's only a couple people around since the first bell rang and I'm thankful they don't pay me much attention. I quickly go to my locker and grab out a couple things I'll need before heading to my Literature class. I wish I chose to wore a beanie with my outfit, maybe it'll help me blend in more.

I get to class and everyone immediately stops talking when I walk to my seat at the front. I feel every pair of eyes on the back of my head. And then the whispers start up.

"Looks like Marcel is seriously desperate to show he's not just a nerd."

"Did you see Aiden throw him off the roof? That was intense."

"I'm pretty sure everyone saw that one. It was recorded and posted everywhere!"

"Why didn't he go to school yesterday?"

"Probably got to scared to show up again."

The room fills with snickers and I sink lower into my seat, pulling my hands through my leather jacket sleeves. I try to make myself as small and invisible as possible, not wanting to have their attention on me.

The seat beside me remains empty even as I wait for Veronica to walk in. I glance over my shoulder and see the room is also missing Bryce from the back. My stomach tightens at the thought of them meeting up, most likely with Aiden.

What could they possibly be planning now?

The class goes by dreadfully slow as we're all told to reach a chapter out of our textbooks. I don't even read, I just stare at the black words on white papers, wondering why schools pay so much money to have something made that no one really uses. It seems pretty pointless to me.

The bell rings and I get up to leave the room. "Harry," Professor James calls me and I turn towards him. "Can I have a couple minutes?"

I nod and walk over to him. He waits until everyone leaves the room, organizing his desk as the people file out.

"Sir?" I stand awkwardly in front of him as he leans against his wooden desk. I don't really like having to stay after class to talk to a teacher.

Professor James looks me over and I feel him analyzing me. "Harry, what has gotten into you?"

"Sorry? What?"

"You don't go to school and then you show up looking another one of the punks that populate this place." I gape at him, talk about blunt.

"I don't-"

"Harry, I know that there are a lot of things that go in high school. Things that may want to drive you to change yourself, mold yourself into another person. But take it from me, it's not worth it. She's just a girl."

"Just a girl?" How could he know?

"I've been around a long time. I've seen the changes happen amongst students and I have heard the many rumors of this high school. Veronica isn't someone you should hang around, Harry."

I find myself laughing incredulously a the old man. What does he know? How could he say this? What gives him the goddamn right to say this?

"Sorry, sir, but I've got a class to go to."

"Harry, just hear me out," Professor James stands up, reaching out towards me. "You're a good student. A good kid. You've got a future ahead of you and I'm afraid you're going to be throwing it away for some girl who tells you she cares about you. Look at your clothes. Who is this Harry? And what have you done with your grades? Harry, you haven't turned in any of your work this past week and haven't participated in the class. Harry, are you even listening?"

"I am, I am. God, why are you suddenly on my case? I can do what I want with whoever I want. I don't see why you get a say in my life. You're just a teacher for god's sake. A fucking teacher!" I exclaim, feeling anger flow through my body. I can't stand the fact that he's just talking to me like I'm some child, unsure of the things I'm doing. Well the truth is that I know what I'm doing.

"See, like that! I'm not even yelling at you and you act defensive as if I've told you to jump off a cliff. Harry, I'm worried about you. Why can't you see that?" He reaches out and grabs my arm, his hand suddenly blurring on my jacket sleeve. "Harry, this is not you."

I pull my arm away from him and glare at him. "How dare you say that. You don't know me at all. To you I was just another smart kid in a class full of students who just didn't care. So what, I've changed my look and I'm hanging around Veronica. I don't see how ANY of this is YOUR business!" I yell, knowing that I'm talking to a teacher but just not caring. Fuck him.

"I'm just trying to save you from-"

"From what?! From growing old and becoming something I hate?! News flash, I've got years ahead of me. I know what I'm doing. I don't need YOU to tell ME how to run MY life!" And with that, I turn and walk away, my fists clenched at my sides.

"Just another good kid caught up in a bad web," he mutters behind me but I just walk out, not giving him anymore of my attention.

Anger simmers in my blood. The need to physically brawl out this feeling inside of me.

I laugh bitterly as I stalk down the hallways. I'm feeling violent.




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