"Hey! Styles!!" You heard. You whipped your head towards the loud shouting. You saw Marcel. Marcel Styles, aka "Loser", "Nerd". Even from 6 feet away, you noticed his lips trembling. Your heart was being sinked in the moment. You saw all of his books on the floor. Papers shattered everywhere. People stepping closer to see it, and read them.
You stepped closer, not because of the papers. But because you wanted to stick up for him. "Hey-"
"Hey! Y/N!!" Your name was shouted.
Your attention was given to the same guy you were about to confront. "What?" You said coldly. "Read this!" He bursted laughing. You looked at him confused, and grabbed the paper out of his hands, not taking your eyes off him.
Your eyes widen as you comprehended the words that were neatly written. You finally looked up, watching Marcel grow tears. "Mar-"
"Why aren't you laughing?" Carlos stopped his laughs.
"Because its not funny." You answered.
"Then why was I laughing?" He bitterly spoke.
"Cause you're retarded." A chorus of 'ooo's' were filling up the room. You really didn't know why they were saying that. You were just speaking the truth.
"Marcel,-"
"Nah, nah, nah. Don't stick up for the little bastard!" Carlos pulled you away from Marcel. "Don't touch me!" You shouted. His hands never let go. "I said let go!" You forcefully punched his forearm.
"Ow!"
Bitch, puhlease, that shit didn't even hurt. -.-
"Stop teasing him! Or doing what ever the hell you do to him! He didn't even do anything to you!! Thinking its funny to tease him." You huffed.
"You got punched by a girl." You finished.
He glared at you. You returned the glare, but added the death into it.
"You too!" You pointed to the girl that almost broke his glasses. "And?!" She stuck out her chest.
"You wanna get smacked?" You asked, pushing your flat, straight hand backwards. Showing your gesture to slap her. (LOL)
She flinched.
You gently pushed Marcel towards your locker. "You okay?" You asked, watching his shaking hands on top of his piled books. "Y-yeah." You slightly saw a smile on his face.
"Thank you." He was obviously smiling.
"Marcel?"
"Hm?"
"Your welcome. And, stop shaking!" You chuckled. Feeling his vibrating hands. "I-I can't-t."
"Stop stuttering." You added. Not being demanding. "O-oka-" You cut him off with a small kiss. "Stop. If you need me, just come and find me." You gently smiled. Slowly walking away.
When you reached the middle of the wide doors, you turned back to find Marcel staring at you. You smirked and ran back to kiss his dimpled cheek.
