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Broken

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This isn’t some popular-girl-falls-for-the-nerdy-boy-and-gives-up-her-popularity-for-him cliché. This is just a story about Marcel and myself, and the impact that the tall, lanky boy with thick glasses and gelled back hair had on me.

I’m just an average high schooler I suppose. I wasn’t popular persay but I had a bunch of great friends who I wouldn’t trade for the world. I’d had two boyfriends before, one very serious and one small thing that was hardly anything really. I get good grades in all my classes, but I’m not the top of the class or anything. I go to a pretty big school, so it’s hard to know everyone. Even in AP classes there are too many kids in each grade to meet everyone, which is the reason that I had never had a class with Marcel before this year. The tall, lanky boy was shoved around a lot despite his height. Like I said, this isn’t some cliché, so no one at our school goes rushing to stop the football players when they shove him around. Don’t get me wrong, just because I don’t go running in to protect him, doesn’t mean I approve of what they do. It makes my stomach hurt each time I see it happen. I felt bad for Marcel, he may wear the weirdest shit to school, but he seemed nice. I’d never really talked to him before this year, but he was in my AP Chem class this year and he was the smartest in the class so once in a while I compared answers with him.

One day in chemistry, the teacher, Mrs. Kurtz, came rushing in late, papers falling from her clutch and her small glasses sliding down the thin bridge of her nose. Marcel got up and picked up some papers that littered the ground then handed the loose leafs to the teacher.

“Sit down fuckin’ nerd!” A voice shouted from the back of the classroom and the class erupted with laughter. Marcel’s face dropped and her quickly shuffled back to his seat before covering his face with his large hands.

“That’s enough!” Mrs. Kurtz snapped back. All the teachers loved Marcel because he was a straight A student and he always offered his help to them. Mrs. Kurtz started her lecture on sigma and pi bonds and I took notes all period, writing down every scrap of information she said. This concept confused the hell out of me and I’ll be damned if I fail this upcoming test. The lecture finished up early and Mrs. Kurtz announced a small project that was due on Monday. It was just to make models of 10 different molecular structures and to explain what bonds they had and why. “This project is groups of two. I’m going to let you pick your partner, be responsible with who you select.” I instantly spun around to try to pair up with my friend (Y/F/N), but she was already pairing up with our other friend. Those two were the only people I would even remotely consider a friend in this class. I scanned the room to see who I could pair up with, but in a matter seconds everyone was in a group.

I turned around and saw Marcel on his own, still at his desk. I got up and went over to him, clearing my throat to get his attention. He looked up cautiously and I could see his green eyes through the thick lenses. His emerald eyes sparkled from the thin layer of water that had accumulated from the comments earlier.

“Hi, (Y/N). Can I help you with something?” Marcel asked.

“I was wondering if you’d like to work with me on the project,” I said. He looked confused for a second then he bit his bottom lip in thought.

“A-are you sure you want to work w-with me?” He asked quietly.

“Of course! We could work tonight and this weekend.”

“Alright, t-that works,” he stuttered a little bit.

“Great. Could we go to your place tonight? My parents are having people over,” I explained.

“Well my mother i-is out of town, b-but if you’re okay with that, t-then that’s fine.” I told him that it was fine and we planned to meet up after school and just go straight to his house.