Blinded by the Lenses - a Marcel Styles fanfiction

#blindedbythelenses chapter 21

chapter 21

MARCEL'S POV

My fingers were tapping away at my laptop as I wrote down some of my thoughts for the day. I was hoping that maybe someday I could turn all of this into a novel or something, and all the pain I suffered would be worth it.

Today had been especially painful for me, so I had been writing for quite some time. Early in the day, someone took my homework to copy off of, and I got in trouble for it. The teacher knew I wasn't trying to help people cheat, however, so she let it go.

Then one of Megan's friends-- a "popular" girl, I suppose-- made fun of me when I corrected the teacher during pre-calc. Megan sat right next to her and she didn't even try to defend me. It was heartbreaking how she looked at me with pity but didn't try to stop the hurt.

At lunch, I sat alone once again. It was sad, to say the least. Once in a while, someone else would join me, but today no one came. So I sat in silence.

Lately, I had been remembering the time I had spent with Megan. I guess maybe I really, truly did feel something for her.

I remembered the times she sat with me at lunch, avoiding the judgmental stares from the surrounding cafeteria. She hadn't avoided me like everyone else back then. And I fell hard for her sweet personality.

She would just talk freely to me, and I could sit and listen to the sound of her bubbly voice. Her smile could light up the whole planet, and sometimes I couldn't help but smile too when she talked to me.

But then we fell apart... well, more like yanked apart. She cut off all communication with me, refusing to speak to that dorky guy in the glasses. Her popularity had changed her, and I was suddenly too low on the charts to be addressed.

I found myself remembering the good times more and more lately, and I began to wonder if maybe I really was in love with the first girl who made me fall. I certainly hoped not.

But today I think it might be true. The heartbreak of this afternoon had sent me spiraling farther down than an average crush might.

It had hurt brutally, so much that even Alaina couldn't fix it for me. She was a childhood friend of mine, but she didn't go to my school. Nevertheless, she came and visited me once in a while when she had the day off.

Her fiery red hair and constant smile never failed to cheer me up, and she never judged me. In fact, I think she's had a bit of a crush on me for a while. She always tries to flirt with me, just like she did today. But I don't like her...

And as I continued to record my depression, I felt my phone vibrate from the pocket of my uncomfortably skinny jeans (my mom made me dress up for our dinner out tonight). It kept vibrating, meaning it wasn't just a text--it was a call.

Which was weird.

No one ever calls me.

Who wanted to talk to me?

I pulled it out and looked at the screen. Shocked, I nearly dropped my phone. Megan was calling me? She hasn't called me before... she used to text me a long time ago, but she hadn't even done that for a couple years. And now she was calling me?

Timidly, I picked up, unsure of how the conversation might go.

"Hey, hello? Um, hi... This is Marcel," I said. I mentally punched myself for basically saying "hi" about three different ways.

"Hi Marcel," Megan said in her high-pitched, "this-is-uncomfortable-for-me" voice. I cleared my throat, trying to figure out how to say this without sounding like a jerk. I was mad about today though, so it was hard.

"What do you want?" Yeah, that came out too harsh.

"I just, uh... I was wondering if you could help me out..." she said, trailing off at the end of her sentence.

"Help you with what?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. She was having trouble studying because she blew off tutoring. And now she had to get down on her knees and beg.

"Math, Marcel! I need help with math, okay?" She sounded pretty frustrated with me.

"Okay, okay," I said, trying not to laugh. "Why don't you come over to my house and I'll help you out?"

I held my breath as there was a pause on the other end of the line. I hoped I didn't sound too needy by suggesting she come over. But she needed help with math, so...

"K. Be there in five." And with that, she hung up.

I raced to get ready for her arrival. I tidied up my room a bit, making sure all my boxers were off the floor and my teddy bear was hidden in my closet.

I had to be perfect for her.

I sprayed some cologne on my casual Rolling Stones t-shirt that I had gotten from my cousin. He gives me a lot of his old clothes. He's got cool style..s... Hopefully Megan will think it's cool.

The girl of my dreams will be here in less than 5 minutes.

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Heyyyyy y'all! How is yous doin?

Okay, QOTD. Do you all think I should keep going with the story? Because it just seems like people aren't reading it like they were before... if you guys want me to keep going, though, I DEF will. I just need to know if anyone really likes it(:

NEXT QUESTION... when do you think Megan is going to realize that there's a bit of a triangle between Marcel, Will, and *gasp* Harry Styles?! She seems pretty oblivious right now. Honestly if that were to happen to me, I would probably be so overwhelmed that I wouldn't know how to handle it.

Ok, hopefully someone out there is still reading!

Love y'all dearly!

xx marcelfeels

PS this chappie is dedicated to @fanficsforbabes because her story Hired For Styles is literally PER-FECT. I have to say I'm totally addicted to it. So if you want a good Harry fanfic, check that one out :)