Mocked: A Marcel Fanfic

Chapter Forty-Eight

Chapter Forty-Eight



My steps are light as I quickly walk through the hallways. The eyes of students follow my every move but they keep their mouths shut and comments to themselves. They know what's good for them.

I feel an adrenaline rush coursing through my body and I just want to fight someone. I need to feel the rush of my fist against someone else, feel the way others have felt as they hit me. These thoughts are not my normal ones, but I don't fight them. They make me feel good. Powerful.

Alive.

I get to my locker and throw my items inside. The kid beside me stares wide-eyed as I do so and I watch with a smirk as he cowers in front of his own locker.

"Hey kid, quit staring. It's rude," I mutter down to him before kicking my locker shut and walking away.

I'm sure if anyone looked at me right now, they would never associate me with Marcel. I'm feeling tough, badass, and so completely in control of myself. God, I feel good.

At the end of the hallway I spot them. The jocks. The jerks. And the fucked up bunch of people that have made my life a living hell. My green eyes narrow in on Vic as he tosses his head back and laughs with a couple more jocks.

Target acquired.

"Vic!" I call out as I continue stalking towards him, my eyes glaring down to slits as I come closer. "VIC! FUCKER!"

Vic turns towards me, his eyes lighting up when he sees me. He crosses his arms across his chest. "What up faggot? What brings you here?"

"Put your fists up," I hold my own up and nod towards him.

Vic laughs and raises an eyebrow at me amused. "You want to fight? Right here? Again? I'm pretty sure last time we did this you ended up in a nurse's office." Vic smirks at me and I curl my fists up tighter.

"Fuck you. This time it's you going there," I spit out.

"Want to bet?" Vic gleams at me and finally raises his fists slowly, like an animal about to pounce on its victim. My blood boils with a thrill.

"Fuck bets," I growl. Vic gives me a dark smile and his friends howl around us. I glance around us at the gathering crowd.

"Bring it on, faggot."

That word flares even more anger in me as I think about all the times I've been called that. I hate it. I hate everyone who's ever doubted me. Who's ever made me feel worthless or stupid. Broken and unneeded.

I only see red as my blood boils and I start prancing back and forth, trying to sike Vic out. His eyes are narrowed on mine and I can faintly hear the crowd starting to chant "fight!"

I make the first move and punch out at him. He easily dodges and the crowd boos, laughing at how pathetic I am. My fists curl tighter and I glare them all.

"Damn, looks like someone is angry," Vic taunts.

"Shut up and fight," I growl and throw a punch out, again missing him completely.

He laughs. "God, you would think I feel sorry for you. With those punches I much as well stand still."

His taunting makes me mad and I rush at him, punching him straight across the jaw. Shock floods through me at the contact and everyone gasps. Vic slowly looks up from the punch, rubbing the back of his hand over his lip. I notice gleefully that I have made him bleed.

Now we're getting somewhere!

"What. The. Fuck," Vic says slowly. He spits on the floor and I look at the red liquid. I did that to him. Not the other way around.

I don't know what I'm doing but I throw myself forward at him again, punching him in the jaw, the same place I hit him last time. God this feels good. To actually have control.

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" Everyone yells and I feel it flaming me, pushing me to go further.

Vic growls under his breath and slings his arm out. I duck at the last second and the crowd gasps with shock. What is this? How am I doing this?

"I'll show you fight," Vic launches himself at me and I suddenly find myself on the floor, Vic pinning me down.

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" The chanting turns into one big blended up mess of a noise in my ears. Having Vic stare down at me so cruelly makes fear suddenly kick in and my need to run away fills me.

But I can't move.

He's heavy and on top of me. His eyes so angry and filled with hate.

"I'm tired of your faggot ass coming around all the time!" Vic screams down at me and spits, his blood mixed with saliva getting on my face. I try to reach up and wipe it off but he pins my hands down above me. "You want to know what happens to faggots like yourself?"

I glare up at him. "Fuck you!" I gather my own spit in my mouth and spit it out at him, watching it hit his eyes and drip down his face.

Vic's mouth falls open as he wipes it off quickly, his eyes narrowing even more.

"You're going to regret that," Vic whispers, the sound even more frightening than being yelled at.

Vic sits up and I don't even see his fist as it punches me across the jaw, my head flinging to the side. I do not make a sound. I will not make a sound to this jerk.

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" The crowd still screams.

Another punch to my jaw, this time the opposite side.

Vic sneers, his own laughter leaving his lips as if this is a game to him.

The feeling of being absolutely helpless invades me and I hate how I have no experience in combat, except for being the one hit.

Another punch, this one higher up.

I don't feel pain anymore. The blood seeping into my mouth.

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" The ongoing chants.

A slap this time, a full on slap that covers my entire left side. The never ending torture.

This is what I'm left with.

Pain.

The world starts to blur and all I hear is the constant laughter leaving Vic's lips and the crowd's chants. I feel him get off me and a sudden sharp pain hits my side, causing me to curl into myself.

I see his shoes swing back at me, driving in and out, into my stomach. Into my sides. Into me.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Someone screams and I see a pair of converse shoes come into view. I want to beg them not to kick me as well, but can't find my voice.

There's a loud crashing somewhere but my eyes shut. I feel broken. Hopeless. There's nothing left in me and I want to just sleep.

My eyes are heavy.

"Everyone better clear out or that will be you!"

There's a bunch of unhappy groaning noises and feet shuffling around. I want to see what's going on but my body doesn't allow it.

Hands are on me in seconds and I can feel hair brushing against my face. "Harry, open those fucking eyes!" Veronica's voice screams in my ears and I manage to crack a smile, glancing up at her through only partially opened eyes. "What the hell did you think you could do?"

I grin at her, feeling her pull me onto her lap. I look around us and notice it's empty. Strange.

"I told them all to fuck off," Veronica mutters, reading my mind.

"Why are you still around?" I ask. I want to reach up and cup her beautiful face, but i can't make my body do anything.

Veronica laughs quietly and I feel her fingers brush through my hair. "Because you're an idiot."

"That's not very nice," I frown.

"And you're not very smart."

I shake my head, confused as to why I taste so much blood in my mouth. "I don't need to be smart. I'm Clark Parker," I mutter, feeling my eyes want to shut. I'm so exhausted.

"No, you're Harry Styles," Veronica sighs.

I just shake my head, my eyes shut, and I fall asleep.




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