Marcel's mean girl

二 Kim kardashian stress level

Mayla's p.o.v.

After walking for about 30 minutes, we finally reached my new school. And not a single word was exchanged between us for that excruciatingly painful time. I say painful as in both physically(from the walking) and mentally(from the awkwardness).

"We're here!" I attempted to sound cheerful, but sounded like I'd rather be anywhere but here.

"Y-yeah... " Marcel answered, tugging on his collar. Already, we were getting a couple of looks from some kids. This was going to be one long day.

"I g-guess I should go to my class now.." He finally spoke, and started walking away. Wait what?

"Hey! Wait!" I caught up to him.

"Mind if you helped me around school today?" I smiled genuinely.

Marcel seemed surprised at my offer.

"I'm not s-sure.."

"Come on pleease? Otherwise I'll have to eat lunch in the bathrooms or something" I asked, way too familiar with the process.

His eyes widened at my comment, looking at me like I'd just spoken in Japanese or something.

"O-okay then. Bathrooms are not very good p-paces to eat at..." He stuttered, averting my eyes.

"Tell me about it. So what's your first class?"

"History.. W-with Mrs Thompson." He checked his diary.

"Wait lemme check.. Same! This is great" I said enthusiastically, it seemed like I'd have a friend today after all. This was a good start.

Marcel looked at me hesitantly, eyes widening when he saw something behind me. I turned around to be faced with a smiling blonde.

"Hey Marcel, who's this friend of yours?" She said sarcastically, giving Marcel a pretentious look.

"Are you new here?" She turned to me with a fake smile plastered onto her face. Oh boy. Here we go again.

"Um.. Yeah my name's Mayla, I moved here from Africa."

"If you're from Africa, why are you white?" Another girl from behind asked me, with a blank expression on her face.

"Oh my god Jess you don't just ask someone why they're white, you're so fucking stupid. Are you a fucking rock?" The main girl rolled her eyes. And I think I just lost abut a hundred seconds within one second of this encounter. I whispered my thought to a tense Marcel, who let out a small giggle.

"Anyway where was I?"

"You were just being a pretentious bitch to my friend here Marcel and then belittled your so called friend" I sweetly answered for her, matching her fake ass smile.

Sike.

I didn't actually say that because I'm learning to control my temper. I need to chill.

"I'm new here, from Africa" I said instead to the girl, who was looking at the distance in thought.

"Mary was it? My name's Nicola" she said in a sickly sweet tone and shook out her hand.

"Uuuuh her name's Ma-Mayla actually" Marcel stuttered out awkwardly from beside me, his eyebrows furrowing. Nicola's Girl Scout smile was suddenly wiped from her face.