First day of school. I always hated it, especially that I moved in during the second semester.
I got out of my mom's car, hoping she won't say anything.
-Bye, bye muffin!
I clunched my fists, and headed to the school. This university is so big, and the students look so friendly!
I noticed that all of them were grouped in different teams. I saw a few students dressed in black talking at a little table, at another table were a few girls wearing way too much make-up. On the grass a bunch of normal girls were laughing quietly.
I took a deep breath and made the first step in the school hall. I was expecting everybody to whisper and stare, but everybody's attention was directed to a guy wearing glasses. I approached, just to hear what they were saying.
"Nerd!!!"
"You are so stupid"
"Go away, molly-coddle!"
"The biggest idiot who ever lived on this planet!"
Yea...this school isn't so cool, like I thought. The teenagers left the guy who was laying on the cold floor. He was wearing a white shirt, brown vest, pants in the same color, and smart shoes.
I walked to him, while watching his glasses. He seemed nice and honest. I offered my hand, to help him stand up.
"I'm fine!" he says, while getting up and smoothing his shirt.
He was taller than me, and seemed pretty sportive.
"Thank you, anyway" he says to me while picking up his books.
"Why are they mocking on you?" I ask him suddenly.
"F-for many reasons. One is that I am dressing like this, and because I am a nerd"
He looked up at me. His deep green eyes fascinated me.
"H-h-h-hi, I am Marcel" he says blushing and smiling.
"Georgia Rose, glad to meet you!" and we shook hands.
His hand was sweating and trembling. I thought it was the first time he had ever spoken to a girl.
"Me too! Bye!" he says and leaves in a hurry.
A bit rude, I thought to myself. I watched him running until his body dissapeared in the crowd of students.
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Hi, I'm Marcel! (Harry Styles FanFic)
FanfictionMarcel is a simple nerd from Cambridge University, in the last year. He has one of the most boring lives. He has the same daily routine: wakes up, does his homework, goes to school, goes home, does his homework, over and over again. He is funny and...