I Pick Dare {A Marcel/ Harry Love Story}

Chapter 3; Hey Senior, We're Going to Be Partners.

*RIING*

Marcel's P.O.V

After the school bell rang, its time to go to my next class.

I pick up my algebra books and head to my locker.

I look at senior year schedule and it says I have History class next.

Thats cool, I'm always good at history.

I hope the seating arrangement will be better this year.

I've been stuck sitting next to Ashley Smith for two years in a row.

I tried to avoid any contacts with her but she still annoys me.

The way she texts and play with her phone behind the thick history book we're supposed to be reading.

The way she checks her makeup every ten minutes.

The way she plays with her hair all the time, swirling it around and throw it back to her shoulders.

I just hate everything about her.

When I got to class, Mrs. Clinton, my history teacher since freshman year motions me to sit on the fifth chair of the third row.

Which is a window seat.

Good, there'd be less chance Ashley is going to seat next to me.

There are 36 students in this class and there is only one seat next to me.

What are the odds right?

I took my history books out of my bag and put it on my table, but just as I sharpened my pencil….

"Hey fellow senior, looks like we'll sit next to each other for three years straight now!" I heard a voice next to me said gleefully as she tap on my shoulders lightly.

Ashley.

It was Ashley.

THE Ashley Smith.

I shrugged my shoulders motioning her hand to get off of it, and keep sharpening my pencils.

I didn't want to be rude but she did crashed on my bike and completely ruin it.

I don't even know how I will get home today.

"Look, Marcel…."

Ashley's P.O,V

As the school bell rang I ran to history class because my previous class, economics is on the other side of the building.

I bumped into a few people but I didn't care.

Mrs. Clinton is the only teacher in Columbia High that never gives special treatments to anyone and doesn't accept any form of bribe.

Trust me, I tried.

That got me to the principals office but nothing a $100 bill couldn't fix.

But he did said that if this ever happened again, he's going to call my parents.

You see, my parents are very important people and constantly busy.

They do NOT have time to deal with my personal life, especially school life.

They basically just give me money and during the few minutes we meet each other every morning we didn't say much.

Anyways, I got to history class and Mrs. Clinton motions me to sit next to Marcel.

Talk about opportunity!

As I take a seat next to him, I greet him with the most gleeful voice I had.

Something I never did, even once in the two years I sat with him.

"Hey fellow senior, looks like we'll sit next to each other for three years straight now!" I said to him as I put my hands on his shoulders.

He didn't respond.

WHAT THE FUCK

DOESN'T HE KNOW WHO I AM?!

He shrugged his shoulders, giving me a signal not to touch him.

No one has ever done this to me!

I tried to keep myself calm.

"Look Marcel, I didn't know that its your bike I crashed today, if I known I would.."

"YOU WOULD WHAT?!" before I could finish my sentence he snapped at me.

"Look, we all know that you're a conceited bitch, stop with the acting, you're not sorry and you certainly want something from me because you're talking to me for the first time in years. But princess, I'm not going to do you any favors unlike your so called friends who are clearly just being your friend to get free rides to school in fancy cars and a few hundred bucks as their extra pocket money. I may be poor but I'm not that shallow." he continued sounding pissed as fuck.

I didn't know what to say.

I feel like my heart aches and I feel sick.

Is this what being hurt felt like?

Being insulted, being pointed out the truth without any sugarcoating?

I knew this all along but I always tried to cover the fact that I actually do in fact give my girls a ride to school everyday, give them money when they ask and constantly bring them out to shopping sprees which I always pay for.

As I was lost in my thoughts, Mrs. Clinton start announcing the name of partners we'd have to work with the rest of the school year which happens to be one of the biggest requirements for graduation.

"Hayley Mendler with David Green"

"Carly Fosters with Joe Allen"

"Megan Peters with Nathan Murs"

"Ashley Smith with Marcel Styles"

wait

what?

the list goes on but it was all a blur

how am I going to work with the guy who basically just called me a friendless conceited rich bitch?

most importantly, how am I going to accomplish the dare when this guy basically hates me enough to point out all the things I always tried to cover up and not think about?

This game isn't fun anymore.

I want out.

But the only problem is

There's only one way out

And I don't think the door will ever snaps open

Because the only way it will

Is to make THE Marcel Styles

Fall in love with me.

*ANNOTATION*

hey guys thanks for reading this chapter, i sort of think this chapter is kinda crappy but idk haha, this chapter shows that even a good guy, a nerd has feelings and they will snap once you get the worst of them. i hope you like this chapter though, please vote and comment, also if you have any suggestions i would LOVE to hear it!

Xoxo, G