Blinded by the Lenses - a Marcel Styles fanfiction

#blindedbythelenses chapter 20

chapter 20

MEGAN'S POV

"Thanks Will!" I laughed. He beamed back at me as he stopped his car near the school's main entrance. In all my excitement of ditching tutoring, I had forgotten to take my books. Plus my car was still here, so I would just drive myself home.

"No problem, Megan," Will said in his usually cheerful voice. It was my turn to smile now as he got out of the car just to open my door. What a gentleman.

I hugged him goodbye, and he pecked me on the cheek. I ran to the school doors gleefully, not caring what any of the teachers working late might think of me.

That was the most fun I'd had in a while.

My legs carried me over to my locker, skipping, and I found myself humming "Best Song Ever" as I pulled my heavy books out of the metal frame. I smiled at the thought of seeing One Direction in concert in just a few months... if I could get my grades up in math, that is.

MATH. I had totally skipped my math lesson today. How was I going to take the quiz tomorrow when I didn't have my usual study session with Marcel?

I groaned, then subconsciously glanced toward the door to the room we always had our tutoring sessions in, as if the sight of the door might give me all the knowledge I would need.

Instead, I was greeted by a surprise sight.

The door was open, and light shone through it. Was Marcel still in there? Had he been waiting for me all this time? My heart pounded at the sweet thought. I wandered over there, expecting to see the geeky boy away at his studies.

But as I walked closer, I heard not only Marcel's geeky laugh but also a girl's giggle. I furrowed my brow in confusion. Marcel was with a girl? What was going on?

My curiosity got the best of me, and I allowed my head to peek through the door. I wasn't prepared for what I saw there...

Marcel sat there at the table--our table, the one we studied on--talking to a girl. I could only see the back of her head, but her fiery red locks of hair still looked familiar. I clenched my fist as she ruffled his hair and giggled.

He looked taken aback, as did I. My fist clenched harder as I cocked my head and studied how he looked without his hair all gelled. His hair kind of looked like Harry Styles' perfect hair.

A chuckle escaped my throat and I was forced to duck behind the doorframe as the two people heard me. Once they started laughing again, I looked safely back inside, taking in Marcel's hair again.

I just found it hilarious that his hair would look like Harry's, because Marcel's last name was Styles. And for a second there, I thought I saw Harry embodied in that very geek sitting before me.

But there was no way. Harry Styles was British, and Marcel had lived his whole life in a rural Texan suburb. And Harry was way better looking than Marcel.

Still, I found myself trapped in fantasies with Marcel... except he looked like Harry. I was really confused because for a second there, I thought I felt something for Marcel. Or was it only because of Harry?

I did fancy Harry Styles quite a bit. That's for sure.

But Marcel?

I realized I was still clenching a fist and slowly let it fall apart to reveal nail marks embedded in my palm. So I felt a little jealous at seeing Marcel flirting with some girl? That didn't mean anything. I mean, Marcel was supposed to be my tutor. What if I needed him for an important math emergency?

A loose strand of hair fell onto my face and I realized what I mess I've become in the course of these last few minutes. I really needed to get home.

After eating dinner, I started studying for my pre-calc quiz. Only then did I realize I really should've stayed at school for my tutoring session. I really didn't know what I was doing.

I stared at a few problems on my review sheet before deciding I needed to do something. There was no way I could pass the quiz at this rate.

So I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts, searching. I finally found one that I hadn't used for quite some time. I hoped it still worked after the years. There was only one way to find out, I guess.

I pressed dial and waited for someone to pick up, crossing my fingers it would work.

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Hey everyone!! I'm so so so so so so sorry! (You should feel honored, that's a lot of "so"s) I know I haven't really updated in a while! But I have been suuuuper busy. SCHOOL IS ROUGH AND I HATE IT.

IT IS TAKING AWAY FROM MY FANGIRLING TIME.

Anyway, I feel really bad about this, so I'm offering a special apology present. Well, maybe it's not that exciting for most of you, but hopefully some of you guys will take me up on my offer.

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