Isabel’s POV:
Back to the present, after the boyfriend list went around.
I watched Marcel carefully the entire day, wondering how I got stuck with the nerdiest kid in the entire school. I sighed, “Bummed getting Marcel?”
I turned to Annabel, “Not really.”
“Then what’s with all the sighs?”
“I don’t know what to do with such a nerd like him? Plus I don’t think he was really involved with that vote.”
“You can’t back out of what you created Iz.” I stared at her, knowing she was correct.
“You’re lucky you drew Niall.” I glanced over at the gorgeous Niall.
“It would be better if at least Harry was in this class.” She shrugged.
I smiled, touching my ear lightly, recalling what Harry said the other day. I frowned just realizing I didn’t want Harry to catch me “Dating” Marcel.
I sighed again, “Just go talk to him casually, maybe apologize for your rudeness yesterday. You have the easiest person on the list Iz.”
I sighed a years worth of sighs, “But I would have preferred Niall.” I pouted.
“Just go already.” She shoved me at the passing Marcel.
“I-I…” he stuttered to a stop staring at me wide eyed.
“It’s okay.” I muttered back, helping him pick up his stuff that Annabel basically caused.
Our hands touched lightly as we both reached for a notebook. I caught him blushing, as he quickly took his hand back. Cliché much? This should be easy then.
I grabbed his notebook, about to say something, when Zayn interrupted us, “Need help? Or you happy with just Isabel helping you Marcel?”
I watched Zayn as he bent down and whispered something into Marcel’s ear, “I-it’s fine. You can help too.” He whispered out, not making eye contact.
“What did you say?” I was curious.
“Oh nothing for you.” He smiled sheepishly.
Narrowing my eyes, I said, “Not planning anything again guys?”
“No!” Marcel shouted out, his eyes finally meeting mine. He had beautiful sea green eyes, which hid behind his thick rimmed glasses. As soon as I saw them, they disappeared just as quickly, “S-sorry.”
“Marcel?”
He cocked his head lightly, but never reaching my gaze, “Yes?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“G-go ahead.” He stuttered, his face turning red.
Zayn perked up, watching us from a close distance, “Alone?”
Marcel looked up at that, “What?”
“Alone?” I said slower.
“I know what you mean, but…” he tapered off, “Why talk to me?” he finally mentioned.
“Don’t say that like that. Have confidence in yourself.” I put on a sweet smile. This was for pay back, don’t feel guilty now.
“Um…” he paused peeking around us, we had caught a few students’ attentions, but he seemed to only be paying attention to Zayn’s reaction, “Sorry, I got to…go to the bathroom.” He crammed the rest of his items into his arms and booked it out of the classroom. Zayn chuckling and waltzing out of the room too.
“What was that?” Niall asked me, offering his hand.
I placed my small hand into his, feeling the warmth, and roughness of it, “I don’t know?” I was just as confused.
Then Harry Styles entered our classroom, quickly noticing Niall and me holding hands still. I yanked my hand away quickly, “Sorry, I didn’t think you were busy.” He muttered and left the room.
“Great.” I sighed yet again.
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Marcel’s POV:
I was shocked when a hurling figure crashed into me, scattering my school stuff all over the place. I looked up to see no one other than Isabel herself. I blushed looking away as she helped me pick up my things. I spotted my notebook, the notebook that had specific things in it that I would never want anyone to read, so I went to quickly grab it when our hands met.
I yanked my hand back, blushing from our contact, her hand was so soft. I smiled to myself, as I gathered the other things, when Zayn waltzed over, “Need help? Or you happy with just Isabel helping you Marcel?” He bent down to me whispering in my ear, “Be careful to not let her know you like her, or some of your dirty little secrets will be revealed.”
“I-its fine, you can help out too.” I whisper, not wanting to make eye contact with Isabel.
“What you say?” I can hear her ask Zayn as I grab my stuff up.
“Oh nothing for you.” He laughed softly by me, moving away.
“You guys planning something again?” I could hear the distaste in her voice.
“No!” I look up, not wanting her to think I was involved with the stupid guys, “S-sorry.” I mutter after seeing her reaction.
“Marcel?”
“Yes?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“G-go ahead.” I could feel my face flushing; I really hope she didn’t hear what Zayn said or anything.
“Alone?”
I looked up, confused, “What?”
“Alone?” She said as if I was stupid, her eyes peering over in Zayn’s direction. I looked over too.
“I know what you mean, but…” I tapered off, “Why talk to me?”
“Don’t say that like that. Have confidence in yourself.” She smiled at me sweetly. Isabel smiling at me, I looked back at Zayn, knowing he was planning something.
“Um…Sorry, I got to…go to the bathroom.” I grabbed all my stuff and took off running, bumping into Harry Styles on the way out, “S-sorry.”
“Watch it next time.” He glowered as he strutted into the classroom, probably looking for Isabel.
“Wait a second!” I felt Zayn’s strong fingers grip onto my arm as he whirled me to him.
“What?” I fidgeted around; people were walking by us, staring in curiosity.
“I want you to do something for me.” Zayn smiled.
I watched his eyes light up; this wasn’t going to be good, “Um…”
“Get close to Isabel, and find out a huge secret from her that she would never tell anyone else. I need you to tell me her darkest secret.”
I looked at him confused, “Why do you want to do that?”
“I have my reasons.” His eyes darkened.
I stared at my feet then, “Someone like Isabel, w-would never go out with a guy l-like me.” I stammered out.
He sighed crossing his arms, “I’m not saying go out with her, I would never expect her to do that.” I furrowed my brows, he didn’t have to bluntly say that, “But be her best friend, that you can do. Every girl trusts a nerd; they never expect them to betray them.”
I flicked my head up, “B-betray Isabel?” I whisper out.
“Get me her damn secret Marcel, or you will not like what I have waiting for you.” He punched me hard in the arm and waltzed away whistling, as Harry Styles darted out of our classroom.
Great. I sighed.
