YOUR P.O.V.
I rapidly tapped my foot on the tiled floor. "Y/N..Give it up. He's not coming." Y/F/N said. "No. No. No! He has to come, and he is." I muttered. Marcel promised me he'll come. Oops, there goes a broken glass.
"Y/N!" Y/F/N whispered shouted. I gasped. "Lets go! Lets go!" Y/F/N pulled my hand and dragged me to a corner. I guess I was very angry to even notice I broke something. "Y/N...Seriously..Give it up.." Y/F/N muttered while scrolling down her phone.
"No, Y/F/N he promised." I tried to convince her to stay with me. "Y/N..Oh god! Oh god! Hot guy alert!!" She whispered. I turned my head to the direction her eyes were aimed at. I saw this boy. He was the same height as Marcel.
He was wearing a bandana, open flannel shirt, tight jeans and brown boots. My jaw slightly opened. I glanced at his face, a smirk was plastered on his face. Which made me look away in embarrassment.
"Don't look ashamed love.." I heard a whisper running through my ears. I tried not to turn, but failed. I slowly turned, making contact with the boy. I didn't look closly to notice that he had curly hair.
"I-I wa-wasn't.." I stuttered. "Yes, you were..Don't lie.." He smirked. The larger his smirk grew the faster my heart pumped blood.
He arms soon were wrapped around my waist. "Who are you?" I asked, ready to get out of his grip. "Marcel.." He breathed. I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"No you're not.." I walked forward, thinking that way I'll get out easier. But I was wrong. "No, no, no. No escaping.." He rested his head on my shoulder. "Who are you?" I repeated my question.
"I told you! Marcel!" He finally let go of my waist, to throw his hand up in defense. "No, you're not. Stop joking.." I stated seriously.
His face turned serious at the snap of a finger. "Y/N..Seriously I'm Marcel.." His hands found mine. "Are you? Are you really?" I raised an eyebrow. "Yes.." He nodded. I crossed my arms across my chest.
"If you are Marcel, kiss me." I knew Marcel would reject it. His excuse; Y/N no, you're my best friend..I would never do that..
His eyes looked around our surroundings. "Y/N..no, you're my best friend..I would never do that.."
And there it is,
"Marcel..?" My arms soon dropped. "Yes.." He smiled. "You look..different.." I whispered. "Obviously.." He chuckled. "Why?"
"I don't know, I guess I just didn't want to be judged upon my appearance." He said.
"Oh.." I said, understanding what he meant. I was slightly bullied also just for being friends with him. "Well, you look..., great..?" I said awkwardly.
He laughed pulling me close. "Thanks..?" He mocked my tone. "You do.." I added. "You do too.." "Marcel, in case you didn't now, I still look the same.." I pointed out. "Maybe its time I told you.." He shrugged. "Well," I looked down at myself. "Thanks." I finished.
He smiled, this might be the end of his bullying years, and my new start of gaining my confidence towards him. ;)
