HARCEL

Chapter Two

Marcel’s POV

 

 

 

“Watch it freak!” he frowned as I bumped into him accidentally.

“I... I’m sorry. I didn’t... I’m so—“ I stuttered in panic.

The other students suddenly stopped chattering and started to stare at us. Who is this guy? He looks like a bad guy in one of the action movies I watched. But he doesn’t look that bad. He has random tattoos in his arms, thick hair that’s brushed upwards, somewhat mokawked, and wears a pair of bead earrings. He has a perfect face though, in spite of his beard, and has a very good posture, standing confidently and proudly towards the crowd. He appeared to be good on the inside if he just acts nicely.

“Get off my way,” he growled and pushed me causing me to fell on the floor.

“Hey!” Maggie yelled. “How dare you push him like that!” he slapped the man’s face.

A random oooo’s and awwww’s echoed in the hallway. The students seem to be shocked on what Maggie did. I can say that this guy’s a bully and no one has ever cracked him like that before. I stared anxiously at Maggie. Oh no, back off Mags. This will be a big trouble.

“And how dare you slap me like that?” the man’s eyes burned in fire. “Do you even know who I am?!”

“No! And I’m not interested!” she fiercely said. “Let’s go Marcel.”

Maggie helped me stood up and left the man. “You’ll regret this nerd!” he yelled.

 

 

Maggie’s POV

 

 

 

“Goodness gracious, what the hell are you wearing, Maggie?!” mum cried, looking up from her magazine.

“Nerd costume,” I shrugged. Honestly, I was aiming for a nerder look. Haven’t had this much fun in a while. What’s more fun than tricking the whole school you’re a nerd? It’s not every day you get to attend a new school.

Mum’s eyes widened. “Who are you and what have you done to my Maggie which I raised for... Umm... 17 years?” She paused. “How old are you again, honey?” Mum said, unsure.

“Well mum, I want you to meet Maggie the Nerd!” I sarcastically said. “And I’m 18 mum,” I sighed softly and crossed my arms. It was truly disappointing how mum didn’t remember my age. I doubt she even knows my middle name.

This is embarrassing. ‘The old Maggie’ will never be caught dead wearing something like this. Not even at home. My long brown hair was in tight ponytail and braided down to my waist. I wore a pair of black wire rimmed glasses. I was really short sighted.  Thank God someone invented contact lenses.  I was in a button up shirt and baggy jeans. I grimaced at the clothes I was wearing. They weren’t even remote sexy nor pretty.