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

Chapter 3

Marcel's part

"Move, looser!"

Logan Flaver, a popular hulk of the school was pushing me inside the bus. His giant and hairy hands were kicking my back, and made me slip on the metal stairs of the bus. My thick rimmed glasses fell in the middle of the dirty bus among all those feet.

I got up, rubbing my dirty hands on my brown pants. I took a deep breath and started looking for them. I was bending to look under the chairs. There was nothing, besides gum and dirt. Then, a frail and a little hoarse voice interrupts me.

"Look, your glasses" said Georgia smiling.

Most of the people would notice the slight change in her voice, the minor vulnerability of her smile when she saw me.

"T-t-thank you" I managed to answer her, still shocked. I couldn't believe someone had helped me.

"Are you okay?" she asked me, sighing.

"Yes.. It always happens to me." I answer, looking for a second at Logan, the looking again at her.

"I just wanted to make sure" said before she left. I watched her sneaking among the front chairs. She took a sit in the middle of the popular girls.

I lumped, felling a strange sensation of choking, and headed to the end of the bus. I sat next to a kid, who was sleeping leaned on the bus window, holding tight a chocolate bar which was melting on his brown pants. I took off my blue jacket and put in on the back of the chair. I knew I was going to be a long journey, so I threw my head back, hoping that I could sleep, in spite of the noise and chaos.

After a while, when I was sleeping very deep, I was awakened by a noisy crowd of laughter. I slowly opened my eyes and noticed that all the students were looking at me. I was wondering what has happened now.

I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the driver's mirror, who was also laughing. I blinked a few times, not believing what I was seeing. It was e, but I was wearing make-up. My lips were red, the cheeks pink, and my eyelids were covered in a green and sparkly thing.

I took off my glasses and started rubbing my face with my pullover's sleeve. But everything was in vain. All I had done was to spread the make-up. Perfect, now I was looking like a drunk clown who had just drunk a bottle of kids' Champaign mixed with vodka.

"Miss Nerd, would you mind if you show us how you put your make-up on?"

"You silly frog, I knew you were a woman!"

"Marcelo, all you need is a dress and you are the perfect candidate for "Nerds are ugly".

The others were screaming and making fun of me, beside Georgia who was looking at me disappointed.

Georgia's part.

"I feel so sorry for Marcel. He is such a good boy, he doesn't deserve any of this! I have to help him!" I thought.

From one of my pockets I took a pack of cleansing wipes, and stood up. I tried to walk towards him, but a cold hand got me by the wrist.

"Where are you going?" Jessica asked me, while closing the small make-up box, wherewith she tormented poor Marcel a few minutes ago.

"I am going to the supermarket, wanna come?" I said with irony and walked away.

Finally I could sneak through all the hands and legs which didn't let me move. I stopped in front of the brown-haired guy, who was holding his face in his hands, leaning on the elbows.

"Here you go!" I said, giving the pack of wipes.

He looked towards me. His eyes were filled with anger, and his face was a sad one. He grabbed the pack, took tow wipes, and cleaned himself. Now, his face was again clean and shiny. It was the first time when I saw him without glasses, and I could say that he looks perfect. He was incredibly beautiful. I went on watching every feature of his face, without noticing that he was trying to give me back the pack of wipes.

I grabbed the pack, and our fingers touched on the plastic which was covering the wipes. Our touch gave me a small electric shock, which made me withdrew my hand fast, and the same did he.

I took a deep breath and went back to my seat, secretly watching the beautiful boy who was putting on his glasses, smiling, showing his perfect dimples which were crossing his cheeks.

I threw my head back, watching the amazing landscape. I was captivated by the high mountains and small snowflakes, which were floating in stunning swirls.

"Are you wearing thongs or your grandma's panties?" the annoying voice of Jennifer disturbed me, with another stupid question that I was already used to.

I ignored her and plugged my headphones to my mobile phone. The blonde girl didn't stop talking, and from time to time I nodded my head, just for her to think that I really listen.

In a half an hour the bus stopped. I got off and took my luggage, walking towards the huge building almost covered in snow.

I got in through a revolving door. The floor was covered with black and white granite tiles, like a huge chess board. The brown walls were decorated with a damask pattern. Two twin spiral staircases were looping from different corners of the huge room, to the next floor, surrounding a marble wall, where was drawn the Vespa emblem.

I passed by a few elevators while I was moving towards the reception.

A small crowd of people were talking about bussiness and golf at a round tables, while holding some newspapers and some cups of coffee.

I got near the reception, were was sitting a bodyguard without an ear. The man kicked nervously the table, making me jerk. A tiny woman appeared, wearing a blue uniform, and a small badhe where was written Agatha MontBlanc. I guess it's her name. She put in my hand a set of keys, maybe the keys of my room. She pointed me a small hall full of tiny doors, whispering:

"Room 206!"

I nodded and started pulling my luggage, which began heavier and heavier. I sighed and stopped, looking around. A hoarse voice interrupt me:

"May I help you?"

I turned back and saw Marcel, standing in front of me with his hands on his hips, carrying a small bag on his shoulder.

"Ummm...okey" I rambled.

The boy passed his hand behind my back and catched my luggage, and while we were passing the hall, he whispered:

"Thanks for the wipes" . If I wouldn't know him, I could swear he used a flirty voice.

I had the willies, but not "oh-God-a-nerd-touched-my-lugagge" ones. My shivers were like "this-is-the-kindest-thing-a-boy-has-ever-done-to-me".

I followed him until we arrived in front of my door. I was shocked for a few seconds, watching him how leaving, smiling at me with his perfect dimples.

I went in the room. The walls were grey, and the furniture white. Everywhere were portraits in brown frames, which seemed like they were watching your every move. I looked at the two beds and saw three pink sparkling luggages. They belonged to Jessica and her friends. It was easy to notice the wardrobe full of expensive clothes, her drawer full of expensive skin care products (most of them were legal only in a few countries), and the recently used bed.

I put my clothes in a small drawer next to my bed, and in less than thirty minutes I put on something comfortable amd warm. I got off the room, thinking in which room Marcel entered.

On the hall, I could hear Eva Rodriguez, explaining how amazing are the Gucci shoes. Two other girls passed in a rush my door, talking about their new iPhone. I rolled my eyes and headed to the number 210 room. I knocked gently at the oak door. Nobody answered, so I decided to go in, taking a deep breath.

Inside, Marcel was holding a piece of paper, while moving from one corner to another of the room.

"It's the way you look at me...the way you smile to me...the way you make my day better only when I see you... oh, Marcel, think, that's why you have a brain." the boy said upset.

"Are you talking to yourself?" I asked him.

"Oh, Jesus!" said Marcel, while tryin to sneak the small piece of paper in a book.

"No...only Georgia..." I answer "to whom are you writing this umm...letter?" I ask him, while being afraid of the answer.