Isabel’s POV:
I woke up and got ready like usual. Dressed up nicer than normal, and headed my way to school. Luckily school wasn’t that far away from my house, so I could walk there in ten minutes, and enjoy the nice spring air.
I noticed Niall on the other side of the road, making his way from his house and next to him was Annabel. Did she get him?
“Good morning guys!” I waved, walking over to them.
“Hey.” Annabel returned the smile, “I heard you and Harry are officially together now. Lucky dog!” she playfully hit me.
I beamed, “Yeah.” I remembered last night vividly.
“Hey.” She called me over, slowing her pace from Niall. Niall turned around and looked at us questionably, “Talking about girl stuff, keep walking.” Annabel demanded, and he listened.
“What’s going on with you two?” I was curious.
“I got him easily.”
“Really? Way to go! Wonder how the other girls are doing.” I pondered, wondering if this boyfriend list plan was going to work well.
“They’re doing pretty well actually for one day going by.”
I grinned, this was going to go well, and then my smile faded thinking of Marcel.
“How are things going with you and Marcel? I didn’t see him at the party.” Annabel raised an eyebrow at me, being nosey.
“I tried Ann, but he is more difficult than I thought.” We were reaching the school grounds; I could see Harry by the front doors talking with his best friend Louis, as he gazed around. I wonder if he was looking for me.
“Iz?”
I flicked my head towards Annabel, “Sorry, what?”
“Really Iz? This is your plan and you’re not even listening to me.” She crossed her arms like she always did when she wanted to scold me.
“Ann, I'm sorry. What did you say?” I linked arms with her, to reassure her.
She rolled her eyes and repeated herself, “How are you going to get Marcel now that you have Harry?” there was real concern on her face, “Are you going to back out of this leader?”
I stopped in my tracks, making Annabel slightly stumble forward; she gave me a questioning look, “I don’t know Annabel, I really don’t know. I like Harry a lot, and I have been waiting for this day for a long time…”
“You’re not going to bail on us, correct? We need to pay them back.” She ushered, getting closer to me.
I frowned, catching Harry’s figure coming our way, “I won’t back out, I did create it right?”
Annabel smiled, “Good.”
She turned around noticing Harry, she waved bye to me, and ran off to catch up with Niall, “Hey how’s it going?”
We both stood there a little awkwardly, I didn’t know what to do now that we were officially together, “It’s good.” Was all I ended up saying.
“Oh, well that’s good to hear.” He smiled at me, placing his hand on my lower back as we walked up the front steps to the school.
“Hey guys.” Louis gave me a wink.
“Hey Louis.”
“You can call me Lou, since you are one of us now.”
“One of you?” I was confused.
“Yep, since you are with my homeboy here, that makes you one of us.” He came over and gave me a giant hug.
“Quit it Lou, she’s mine.” Harry pried him off of me, making me giggle.
“See! I think she likes me Harry!” Louis laughed, entering the school.
“Sorry about that, my friend can be…weird.” He finally finished.
“It’s okay.” I slid my hand into his, he smiled at the contact and we both walked into the school together.
He started walking me to my class, which I thought was sweet, until I saw Marcel walking towards the door too, but on the other side of the hallway, Harry and I together in perfect view for him.
Everything felt like it was in slow motion. Marcel’s head slowly coming up from looking at his feet, my heart quickening as I yanked my hand out of Harry’s, and the hurt expression Harry gave me, as I ducked into my classroom, avoiding any questions Harry was going to throw at me. This relationship was off to a bad start.
I frowned as I made my way to my desk, peeking over to the door, watching Marcel make his way to his, never looking over at me once. Did he even think about the kiss at all?
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Marcel’s POV:
I peered up from my feet, making sure I was near my classroom, when I saw Isabel quickly run into the class. I thought it was weird, but what was even weirder was Harry’s reaction outside of the class; did they say something to each other? I slid past Harry and made my way in, recalling the kiss, I hurried to my desk, avoiding eye contact with Isabel. I hope she wouldn’t say anything about it to me today.
I sat down, and next thing I know Isabel was standing in front of me, “Are you purposefully avoiding me?” she peered around nervously.
I sigh, catching Zayn smiling my way, “Avoiding what?”
“I kissed you Marcel.” She whispered it.
“Yeah I know, and thanks for that, it was nice.” I pulled out my notebook, getting ready for class to start.
“Nice?” her eyes narrowed.
“Miss Fetcher. It’s nice to see you are getting help from Marcel, but please take your seat so I can start the class.” Our teacher walked in, not looking pleased at all.
“Yes sir.” She mumbled, hurrying back to her seat, as kids around us giggled.
I peeked over, watching as she ducked her head from the class, there was no way a girl like Isabel would like a guy like me, just no way at all.
