The Cover Up

Chapter 1

Chapter 1-Marcel's POV:

I use the cover to protect the people I loved. To keep them from getting hurt from the mistakes that I made. I convinced myself that Travis would never come for me, but he's a criminal. Thirsty on the idea of me feeling the pain he endured.

That's why I didn't let anyone in my life. I didn't let anyone get so close to me that he would hurt them the way he wants. Sometimes it's hard to be someone you're not. There always is the option to go back...but whenever I thought about that, the risk overruled.

I wake up this morning the way I always do. I look into the mirror, then pull clothes out of the closet. My new clothes. I slide my glasses on and comb my hair back

I head out of the door dreading the idea of school. It's funny how people will treat you because of how you look.

Sage's POV:

If you were to ask I'd say I'm used to it, moving to another school isn't a big deal to me anymore. I've already moved five times in the last three years so it wasn't that much of a problem. My dad left us when I was seven and my mom struggled for work, even though she had two jobs. I'm not sad though, that's just life and it happens.

After a scavenger hunt of finding my locker on the first day, I sort my books given to me by the school into my locker, then take out the ones I needed for my morning classes. My eyes trail around the halls landing to my left. I find a boy looking this way from a small distance away. He was tall and lean, with straight brown hair that was combed back like a wave over his head. He's clad in a plaid sweatervest, blue jeans, with dark brown worn out leather boots.

The second he notices me catch him staring he hastily looks away, hiding his face behind his locker door. I smile towards him, laughing lightly and shaking my head.

Marcel's POV:

I bite my lip as a punishment to myself, seconds later I taste blood and release my lip. Abruptly Kyle slams his hand against the locker pressing a sheet of paper against it, "This week's Algebra homework." He shoves it into my chest, I smile in a friendly way, "I always enjoy our little talks."

"Hey, are you back talking me, Styles?" I lift my hands in surrender. He pushes me by the chest, I step back in an attempt to steady myself, only to crash against his friend who shoves me across their circle. The other rebounds me and I'm shoved against another. They all just laugh as I try to stop myself from being turned into a pinball.

I'm shoved again in Kyle's direction but he steps out of the way, letting me slam against the lockers behind him. My glasses fall off during the process, descending to the floor. I feel around on the hallway floor to make it seem like I need my glasses, which in reality I can do anything without them.

A pair of feet step in front of my vision. The girl I was looking at before, bends down, her shining eyes looking at me, "I think you dropped these."

She's averagely tall with long brown hair that cascades down in front of her. Her figure is curved and her kind brown eyes look down at me. My eyes drop to her hand, my glasses rest in the palm I her hand. I take them from her gently and slip them on. She extends her hand for me to take and she helps me up, I smile at her, "T-thank you."

"Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah it happens a-a lot." It goes silent, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Why is she talking to me? In this town I'm just another nothing. If only she could see that. I know I shouldn't be socializing with her. The fear, the risk, the pain all comes back.

"I'm Sage by the way." I wipe my sweaty palms on my pants and hold it out for her, "M-Marcel." She shakes it. That's it. That is the end. I just introduced myself, and she's continuing. That's when her world is going to fall apart. She can't get close to me the way she thinks. People are staring at us, her chance of ever having friends are slim now.