Unnoticed (Marcel/Harry fanfiction)

Chapter 4

Marcel's POV

I walked to my car after school and different people flashed me looks. I ignored them once more and fumbled for my keys.

"Hey, Marcel right?" I heard a voice call to me. I turned around and it was the boy from earlier that had an apology on his face.

"Yeah," I said and opened my car door, placing my backpack on the seat.

"I'm really sorry about today in lunch," he said and I couldn't believe he was telling me this. He looked around him probably making sure nobody was watching him talk to me. He would be made fun of. He can't handle it like i can because of my many years of experience. But this, would ruin his life.

"Is this a joke or something?" I asked trying not to chuckle.

"No no, I really mean it," he said sternly a little disappointed at my response.

"I guess it's okay," I say and turn back to my car.

When I look behind me expecting him, he's gone. Shrugging, I get into my car and start it.

I finally get home, and I'm exhausted. I throw my bag in my room with boxes scattered everywhere and went into the kitchen. "What's good?" I asked myself and looked into the fridge. Nothing.

I then went to the cabinet and found some cereal. That will do until my mom gets home.

After I ate I started on skimming over Romeo and Juliet, this is really going to be easy. I thought to myself. Before I knew it I fell asleep with my nose buried in the book.

"Marcel? Honey?" I heard faintly from the other room. I wiped my eyes and placed my glasses on my shelf and ran my fingers through my hair. When my hand parted from it, it was glossy from my hair gel.

"Hold on," I called back and washed my hands. I glanced in the mirror at myself. I was a bit blurry but I could see my sloppy hair hanging on my forehead.

I walked into the kitchen and I found my mother placing bags of food on the island. "Sorry I'm late, I had to run to the store. How was your day sweetie?"

She asked taking out vegetables and dairy products out of the paper bags.

"It was good, I actually made some friends," I said smiling to myself.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled brightly, "Really? I'm so happy for you son."

"Thanks," I said bluntly and she noticed.

"Did something else happen?" She asked reading my mind.

"No," I said turning away from her eyes.

"Marcel Styles," she said which made me straighten up.

"Fine, this one kid messed with me but it's alright. I didn't even do anything which obviously surprised everyone and nobody messes with "Steven" supposedly," I say to her using my fingers as quotation marks for the use of his name.

"Oh," she said in a worried tone.

"It's good mom really, I have friends that will protect me. At least that's what Megan said," I said and laughed.

She smiled a small smile and hugged me. I hugged her back automatically and she was sniffling, "Mom, it's fine. Please don't worry about me," I said to her.

"I know, I don't want you to be bullied. That's all," she said.

"I won't, and if I do I'll use my fighting skills," I said and she chuckled and pulled away from me.

I was no fighter, I didn't want to sink down to their level. No, that's not me. Maybe I could start dressing differently and people wouldn't treat me the same. I could get contacts and such but it just wasn't me.

"So changing the subject, what do you want for dinner?" She asked.

"Um," I looked around at the food she had gotten and spotted frozen lasagna.

I pointed towards it and she nodded, "I was thinking the same thing."

I smiled, "Well I'm going to finish up some homework now."

"Okay, dinner should be ready in a about thirty minutes," she replied starting up the oven.

I walked back into my room and lay on my bed once more. I pulled out my science and geometry homework and got to work.

Just when I finished my last paper I heard my mom calling dinner is ready. My stomach grumbled and I packed up my things so they will be ready tomorrow and headed towards dining room.

"This is so good," I said taking a bite my lasagna and became more hungrier than before.

"Already finished?" She questioned trying not to laugh.

We made small talk then and there but I didn't want to talk about Steven. Anything else than that jerk. She would ask me trying to tip toe around the subject, but I would bring something else up.

I shouldn't have even told her anything. Now, she's going to be worried about me.

"Oh, your father wants you to visit him next month in New York, that should be exciting," she tried to say cheerfully but I could taste the bitterness.

My parents have been divorced for awhile now but it's steady relationship between them. All they talk about is my academics to avoid any fighting material.

"Like on a weekend right?"

"Yes of course, you can't miss school," she said still having bitterness in her voice but not meaning to.

"Cool," I said and finished up my dinner.

"I'm going to take a shower and head to bed, goodnight mom," I said and kissed her cheek leaving the room.