He's A Nerd {marcel styles}

Chapter 6

Chapter 6:

*Marcel's POV*

"Wow, that's a lot of clothes." I gasped. Jacob had just took me around a store called Abercrombie & Fitch. I was honestly clueless about clothes. My mum usually bought my clothes for me when she was out shopping with Georgia, but I'm pretty sure I owned nothing with the words Abercrombie, or Fitch. Now we were in this cool store called Threads, which Jacob assured me had all the best clothes.

My cozy sweaters, and dry clean only white shirts were no where to be found in the huge stack of outfits in Jacobs hands.

"We'll narrow them down later." Jacob reassured me, walking back to the dressing room.

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"Are these pants supposed to make your legs fall asleep?" I asked as I walked out of the dressing room, pushing my glasses farther up the to the bridge of my nose. Jacob had picked out jeans that seemed to be three times smaller than my size. I could barely breathe in those death traps he called pants. "Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow." I muttered as I walked out of the dressing room, extremely uncomfortable.

"Definitley." Jacob smiled. "It means they're working!" He assessed my outfit. I began to feel nervous. I didn't like being judged by other people, especially when it comes to coolness. I had never been very "cool", and that was something others always used to poke fun at me about.

I am never going to get used to these horrid pants, I thought, but at least I look nice in them, although they aren't my usual clothes.

"How do I look?" I asked, wondering myself if I actually wanted to know the answer. I was wearing the tight jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and some sort of jacket.

"You look... cool." Jacob remarked after taking one last glance at my ensemble. That was a first. No one had ever called me, Marcel Styles, cool. And it made me feel like I belonged. I finally belonged.

Jacob continued, "I really like the blazer, it's a nice look for you."

So that's what the jacket is called, I realized as I received yet another outfit to try on.

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As we walked out of the store, I thanked Jacob again.

"You know, you didn't have to pay for all of it, or help me out like this. Thank you."

We sat down on a bench and placed our bags in front of us. (Jacob had bought a few things for himself as well.)

He sighed. "I know what it feels like to have a crush on a girl and have her not know you exist, so I'm just helping a friend out. Plus, I see the way Tom treats you, and you don't deserve it. And these new, cool clothes will surely shut him up. And, not that your clothes weren't nice before, but these clothes are way better than Tom's."

I nodded. I understood that I wasn't exactly the epitome of popularity, and my style wasn't trendy, so I appreciated what Jacob was doing for me.

"It's nice to find a guy friend who actually cares. I owe you one Jacob."

Jacob was looking at the top of my head, and I snapped my fingers. "What are you looking at?" I asked.

He sat back. "Just looking at your hair. I know where we're going next." With a reluctant sigh, I got up out of my seat and grabbed my bags, off to follow Jacob to the next hidden gem of a place he was dragging me to.

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"I was thinking- now, this might be out on a limb here- your natural curls." the hairdresser suggested. The overwhelming smell of hair product filled the small shop, and Jacob, who was in the waiting area, mouthed 'Go for it.' My hair was usually curly, but I usually used a special product my mom gave me that gave my hair a straighter, more basic look.

"I looked in the mirror in front of me, and I shrugged and replied,"Sure, why not?"

Then the real steps we taken with my hair. The woman blow dried, and then combed back my mop of curly mess. When she took a step back to examine her work, she told me exactly what to do to keep my hair curly like that. We paid, I thanked the lady with a tip, and then we were off again, on our never-ending journey through the mall.

"Can we get something to eat? I'm starving." Jacob whined.

"Definitley. I'm hungry too." I replied. The food court was just to our left, but on our way something, rather someone, stopped us in our tracks.

Near the entrance to the food court, Tom and his lackeys were hanging out. He had his arm around some girls waist. When I squinted, I could see that it was Kayla, the girl who Rose had expressed in great detail that she absolutely couldn't stand.

"Shit." Jacob muttered. "Listen, Marcel we can just leave and get food somewhere else if you want to."

"No. I'm not going to let him get in our way of eating. He c-can't control me." I stuttered, not really sure if I believed the words coming out of my mouth. I tried to walk as confidently as I could, past the fountain and over to the food court, while making no eye contact whatsoever with Tom. As I tried to hurriedly walk past him, he called out my name.

"Marcel, is that you?" Tom called, already snickering. I tried to walk away but he came up in front of me, blocking my escape. "Look guys," he pointed out to his friends," Marcel tried to get a new hairstyle. Did mommy pick that out for you?"

"No she didn't, can you just leave me alone," I whispered back, my fear taking my voice away. He pushed me, and sent my stumbling backwards. My palms were sweaty, and I was unsure of what to do. I looked over at Jacob helplessly.

"Leave him alone." Jacob said calmly, like he was trying to sedate a giant, which was almost the case. At 6"4, Tom towered over me.

"Sure thing." Tom replied with his permanent smirk. With one last, unexpected shove, I fell back, tripping over something. The next thing I knew, I was drenched in the fountain.

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