Not What I Expected (A Marcel Fanfic)

Chapter 11

I smile to the professor as I hand her the test, and she smiles back. I exit the classroom and go to the bathroom. I use the bathroom and then arrange my hair a bit. When I walk out, I can hear loud laughters from the men's bathroom. If these were amused laughs, I would've walked away, but these are rude, mocking laughs. My curiosity gets the best of me, and I almost push the door open, but I stop myself and instead lean against the wall. The bell rings, but I don't care, I have Spanish class.

I see a group of three rugby players walk out. They're in the school team, which is led by Zayn. As soon as they're out of sight, I walk in to check everything is clear. I have a bad feeling about this, or maybe it's just me being paranoid about Marcel not showing up. I slowly step forward, to avoid to make any noise in case anyone is still in there. I hear a sob. One sob. Then they stop. I walk a bit quicker to the stall it came from. I open the door and my heart literally stops, I lose my breath and fall to my knees.

Marcel is standing there, his hand pressed tightly against his mouth to stop his sobs, suffocating himself at the same time. His hair and face is wet, and so are his shoulders. His glasses are tossed on the side, and one of the lenses is cracked. I feel myself tear up as I realize what those boys have done to him. How can someone be so cruel. This crosses any limit and I'm not going to stand here watching this boy get attacked everyday. I have to swallow the lump in my throat to talk and not start to cry. His crying gets louder and louder, and I can see he's sturggling to breathe.

''Marcel... Oh my God, Marcel...'' I put my arms around him, and his head falls onto my shoulder. I look back at him and try to take his hand off his mouth. He fights back for a moment, but then he lets his hand limp. He's still crying.

''I want to die... I want to die...'' he whispers and my eyes get wide and a tear slips from my eye.

''No, Marcel. I'm here, we're going to go to the principal and...'' I try to ramble on but he doesn't listen. He's shaking his head, crying, and repeating things like 'everyone hates me', or 'nobody wants me here'. Eventually I've had enough of it. I take both of his cheeks, which are bigger than my palms. I make him look me in the eyes.

''Marcel. Don't say that ever again, you hear me? I don't hate you and I want you here. Stop it.'' I say, but he just shakes his head again.

''No, you only want me for sex, don't try to act like you care.''

I have never felt such a sharp pain in my chest in my life. This is what he thinks about me. He thinks I don't care, he thinks I only want him to be my first time. Two more tears slip from my eyes.

''How could you think that?! What the hell are you talking about, I care about you so much!'' I scream at him, and he loses his words. Marcel tries to turn his head away from me, but I bring it back to face me. I wipe his tears, and stand up. I extend a hand toward him. When he takes it I help him up. I take a moment to look at him. He looks like a broken angel. His evergreen eyes are now glossy and reddened. His cheeks are wet, and the traces the tears left are visible. He has his mouth slightly open to breathe, as his nose is completely plugged. His wet hair is now starting to curl at the ends.

''You're so handsome.'' I breathe, giving voice to my thoughts.

''Sorry?'' he sniffs.

''Oh, nothing.'' I bend down and retrieve his glasses. ''Come on.''

I take his hand and he can't do anything but follow me. We go to the principal's and go right in. She looks away from her computer, and turns her seat around to face us. She frowns at the sight of Marcel.

''Hello, Mrs.Black, we're here because Marcel got bullied in the worst way possible, and he isn't going to be doing anything about it, so I will.'' I declare.

''Don't you think he should choose wether he would do something about it or not?'' her tone is rude. I almost slam my head against her desk, but I'm not here to annoy her, but to sensibilise her.

''He will never do anything about it because he's too humble and nice to people to tell on them.'' I fire back and look over to Marcel who is keeping his head down. Mrs.Black shoots me a glare and turns to Marcel.

''What have they done to you, mr. Styles?''

''Well, I... I was washing my hands and then they came and-'' he starts crying again and can't finish his explanation.

''They put his head in the toilet.'' I finish for him, and the principal gasps. I get up from my seat and go confort Marcel.

''Miss Angil, how do you know this?''

''I've heard laughs in the bathroom and I was very paranoid about Marcel getting hurt this morning so I went in there after they left and there he was.''

''They who?''

''I think it was Cole Sampson, Darren Foster and Walter Jackson.''

She nods.

''Alright, thank you for coming. We will call them in here. You are dismissed, go to class.''

I help Marcel up, wipe his tears again and walk out hand in hand with him. As soon as we're into the hallway, the loud speakers call Cole Sampson, Darren Foster and Walter Jackson into the principal's office. I smile mischeviously.

''Marcel?''

''Yeah?''

''I'll drive you home.'' I tell him, and stand on my tippy toes to try and kiss him. He notices, smiles a bit, and leans down so I can kiss him. That's the second smile to make my day brighter.

''Thank you.'' he puts his huge hands on my back and presses me against him.

When Marcel is in the passanger's seat and I'm driving, I can notice his hand getting closer and closer to my thigh. I flush, but before Marcel can overcome his fear, we're already at his house. I take him to his front door, and wait for him to enter his apartment.

''Are you gonna be ok?'' I ask him and he hesitantly nods. ''If you need anything call me, not your mom.''

He smiles again. Third smile.

''Seriously.'' I say. He closes the door and I stand back against it. I feel a funny tingle in my chest, and my stomach swirls, and my head pounds.

Marcel's P.O.V

I close the door and lean against it. I know she's leaving right now. Standing here against the cold wood makes me grow a funny feeling in my stomach, my heart beat faster and I get dizzy.

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