Marcel's mean girl

三 Social suicide

"Uh oh" was Marcel's comment as I dramatically leaped forward and fell to the ground.

"Take me to the nurse I think I'm blinded" I muffled into the floor.

Man that paper airplane must've been built by an engineer or something.

I was probably earning quite a lot of stares from kids who were wondering what kind of specimen had just entered their classroom.

"Wow what an entrance" a high pitched male voice strung my ears.

"Class, may I introduce your new classmate Mayla. Welcome to my class" the teacher said.

What a prick. I was still screeching like a worm on the floor, dreading to stand up properly again.

"Uuh Catherine could you escort Mayla here to the nurse's office? It's way too early in the morning to be dealing with weird ass kids"

"But I'm upto the smut...." a sweet looking girl in a floral dress mumbled, her eyes fixed intensely on the phone screen. Same.

"Fooking loosah" the teacher muttered under his breath.

What kind of a teacher?

"Ok fine, Styles, you escort her instead" he exasperated.

"U-um yes okay Mr Tomlinson" he choked out. avoiding his gaze.

I slowly got up, ready to face a laughing crowd. I was only met by a void of lifeless expressions.

Thank god for Monday mornings.

"Way to go Zayn, blinding a girl on her first day" I heard a voice in the crowd.

I walked out of the class with Harry, with a dark eyed guy smirking at me.

"That ass though" I mumbled as I thought of Mr Tomlinson's fine buns.

Harry snapped his head at me, face flushing pink as he digested my comment.

"Yeah..." he mumbled, not sure what to reply.

"So did you really get hurt by the paper plane?" He asked.

"Nah not really. I just didn't feel like history. Plus, that class is weird as."

"Wait... so we're WAGGING? I really have to finish my history assignment by tomorrow since the deadline is in like two weeks.."

"Uuuum... I have a better idea. How would you, like to give me a personal tour of the school?" I said while peeking into some of the other classes. The pained look on their faces just said it all.

"But what if we get caught! It could go on our permanent school records" he said in a high pitched voice.

"Come on Marcel! We'll be reckless for one day and I swear I'll behave myself after today" I batted my eyelashes at him.

Marcel smiled. "W-well I guess so.. sounds like a deal"

"Well here is the cafeteria" he blankly announced.

"This place? Looks more like a prison, what's up with the long metal tables?"

"Yeah... we tried having booths but some idiot guys decided to unbolt the screws of all the tables.." (A/n actual story from my school fml)

"Shame" I commented, walking around the lifeless place. I sat down on one of the tables.

"Uh... you can't sit there" Marcel suddenly coughed out.

"Oh? Why not?" I said, shocked and suddenly standing up as if a piece of gum was on the chair.

"That's where the popular kids sit" he replied.

"Ooooooh got ya" I said and proceeded to sit back down on the chair, making Marcel's eyes grow wider.

"Remember those girls we ran into before? Well they're the mean girls, the most popular people at school. They sit with the jocks" Marcel said.

"They have the same amount of brain cells as a goldfish" he added.

"Ooh some Marcel commentary! This is fun"

"That's the fangirl table, that one's the emo table,  and this one right here is for the gamers and meme lovers."

"I think I just found my place on Earth, I am the best memer out there" I commented.

"Uh yeah.. and this one's the party and get wasted table. I think I've just about covered everyone" he let out a huff.

I honestly don't know which category I would fit in but I'd definitely be able to chill in the fangirl one for now, since I'm pretty experienced in the art of fangirling.

There were still two tables left. "You forgot those two" I pointed at the benches next to the rubbish bin.

Marcel chuckled. "And that, is the Nerd table. They're usually tying to discover a new theorem and win a Nobel Prize" he said.

So Marcel didn't sit there? Me being presumptuous, I was sure that was where he would sit. Marcel saw my small frown and coughed. "Umm.. I myself sit on another bench. By myself. Labelled the loner bench." he said awkwardly.

"Oh I see." I said. Marcel looked down at the floor, avoiding my gaze. I felt terrible for him as I saw his saddened eyes behind his large glasses. From the many highschools that I've been to, there was always that hierarchy and always a bullied nerd. I wasn't a hero or anything but I guess I was drawn into Harry for some unknown reason.

"I think they should change the name since there'll be two people now" I mused.

"But there's only one person that sits there, hence its name."

"There's two now!"

"Um.. last time I checked it was only me I'm pretty sure" Marcel said confusedly.

"I mean I'm going to sit here Marcel!" I laughed as his mouth shaped into an 'o' in realisation.

"B-but you can't sit there! That's like social suicide!" He said. This boy was too honest for his own good. I looked into his emerald eyes, a stunning sight if you were to look past his glasses.

"He's right about that love" a voice came from behind, making my head turn to it. I was faced by a beautiful boy with dark hair and dark eyes,  with a face carved by God himself. I think I lost my breath for a second.

"Are you new here? I'm Zayn. Really sorry about the paper plane incident earlier" he introduced himself in a thick accent.

"Hi I'm Mayla" I said and offered a small smile.

"Hi Mayla, can I just say you're really beautiful" he complimented and I blushed. But then I reminded myself of the existence of fuckboys and I frowned at the memory of my precious school.

"Can I offer you to sit at our table?" He asked me with a contagious smile.

"I was going to sit at the .. er.. loner table but I'll definitely take up your offer for tomorrow?" I smiled back, flirting subconsciously.

"Sounds like a deal" he said and took his hand out for me to shake. His goofy grin made me chuckle and I shook his hand back. "See you around Mayla"

And with that, Marcel and I were left to ourselves in the cafeteria again.

"Uh.. you should probably sit with him" Marcel said into an awkward silence. "You probably don't want to sit with me" he said so quiet I barely heard him.

"Don't be ridiculous. Let's go back to class anyway" I said and before he could reply I started walking to class.