Hi, I'm Marcel! (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 2

A few days had passed since I hadn't spoken to the guy with glasses...I mean Marcel. I had seen him at school, but he had always been busy.

He was trying to slide through the crowd of teens, with his swinging walk, his hands close to his chest, looking at the ground, and from time to time he was pushing his glasses with his forefinger.

I made a few friends too. But I don't know if I made the best choices. They were a kind of popular guys, and every new student would do anything embarrasing just to be their friends. Fortunately, I never had to do something like that.

I took a deep breath and got out of the girls' bathroom, pulling my black leather bag which was swinging very close to my knees. I closed the door and headed to the biology class with Ms. Stainford. That old woman was very annoying. I had always heard her when she was yelling at the students on the hall with her squeaky and a little hoarse voice, with her hands on her chest.

"Hello Georgia, how are you?" another squeaky voice disturbed my thoughts.

I turned around and saw Jessica, the ex-queen of the school. She was secretly staring at me while filling her lips with the screaming pink lipstick, which was matching with her clothes in the same color. Her V-shaped T-shirt seemed like it was trying to hide two huge watermelons, and the mini skirt was revealing her long skinny legs. She was wearing a pair of flowerish white platforms.

"Fine" I answered, while passing her.

"Perfect then. As you must know, today is Friday, and it's the day of mini skirts, but you are wearing jeans. They are pretty cute, but you must follow our rules" she said with a serious look and looking at me with envy.

"Whatever" I said.

She passed her tiny hand through her long blonde hair, and moved to her gang of frivolous clones.

I rolled my eyes and took a seat in the class. The laboratory had the smell of chimical solutions, which was giving you annoying burnings in the eyes.

After a couple of minutes, Ms Stainford finally opened the door. It was impossible not to see her. She always had the same pink blouse with a round low-cut neck, which was highlighting her brown sagging skin of her old age. Her customary green-leaf skirt and black leather sandals with orthopedic heel. Her jewelry was also the same.

She sat down on her desk, opened a blue bottle, and gave to every student a stainless steel tray, a few strange-looking knives, and a pair of white gloves.

"Now I want you to work in pairs! Olson with Stewart, Mark with Flaver, Rian with Belssario, Jarin with Rodriguez, Rose with Styles... " and she kept telling names, but my eyes fell on Marcel who was heading towards me, holding tight his books to his chest, and looking at the ground, while everyone was laughing behind him and telling him rude names.

He put the books on the white table and kept looking on the walls, while the teacher gave us dead frogs, with the legs bound.

"I hope you will help me" I told him with a worried look.

He turned around and watched me, with his lips forming an "Yes".

"Now take the knife and dissect the pacient, followimg every step from the movie" said Ms Stainford, while pressing the red button of a small TV in front of the class, which I hadn't seen before.

Marcel put on the white gloves and followed every step from the movie, while I was watching him. Under those glasses and without the hair full of wax he would be very cute. He has some fine features. He was working hard, trying to ignore the students insults.

"Can we dissect Marcel, too?" we could hear a thick voice coming from the back of the class. Suddenly a lot of students began to laugh loudly.

Marcel lumped it and continued his work.

"Why did you leave that day?" I asked him.

He didn't want to answer.

"Can you please tell me?" I went on, waiting impatient for an answer.

He took a deep breath and says : " Because I am...me, and you are one of them"

I was looking confused at him. What did he mean?

"I don't want them to make fun of you too. If you stay away from me, you will be more popular." he said almost crying.

"Do you think I'm interested in popularity?"

He turned around and was looking at me with his gorgeous sparkling green eyes. I think he was satisfied of my answer.

"Don't forget that tomorrow you are going on a trip, in the mountains. I hope you announced your parents that we come back on Tuesday morning. Tomorrow at 6 AM you must be at the Baltimore bus station and you must have at least 150 $, you...animals!

"Oh, I forgot to tell my mom, but I hope she would let me go", I say to myself.

"Are you going tomorrow?" I ask Marcel, turning around. I was shocked when I saw that he wasn't there anymore. I thought he left.

I put my books in a pile and headed to the school exit. I started looking for the brown-haired, but he dissapeared. I arrived at my house, and while I entered, I heard my mom:

"Muffin, is that you?"

My mom was laying on tne couch, watching the TV. The perfect time to ask her.

I made myself room on the couch, among the stains of salt and food. My mom was still healing after the break-up with dad.

"You know, tomorrow is a trip, and I want to go"

"Sure, you can do whatever you want. You know where the money is, so just be quiet now" she said while pressing the volume button of the remote.

"Fine..."

From my economy jar I picked up 30$, for personal reasons. I headed up to the room where I started preparing for the next day.