My Name Is Marcel

Chapter 2

Marcel's POV:

I wait it out in the bathroom and head back down the staircase. Chey motions for me to sit next to her. I smile at her and plop down on the couch. She again snuggles up next to me. I smile at her beautiful features. She slowly drifts off to sleep. I stroke her beautiful hair until she closes her eyes and falls asleep. Her snores are adorable. She smiles in her sleep. I wonder what she's dreaming about...

I look back up at the movie. Cheyenne hugs onto my chest. I stiffen up. So I shut off the movie. I kiss her hair and pick her up and take her to her room. She snores lightly. The floor creaks as I make my way upstairs. I open her door quietly and place her on the bed. She snuggles up with a Teddy bear laying next to her pillow. I smile at her childlike movements. She's so beautiful. Her chest rises and falls slightly to match her breaths. I lay down next to her. She let's go of the bear and grabs my chest. I slightly 'aww' at her adorableness. I once again kiss her head and fall asleep right next to her.

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I wake up to an annoying alarm noise. I turn and see that I'm in Cheyennes room still... Wow... I slam the alarm. Chey flutters her eyes open and smiles at my being here. I smile back making her blush. Which makes me blush. And she gets up to go through her draws in the corner of her room. "you can wear that..." she says pointing to my outfit. I smile and nod. "you're too quiet." she giggles and turns back to her drawers. I hum a random tune as I get ready. She hums along with me. I smile at her. I start to hum 'do ya think I'm sexy' she smirks at me and joins along, with dancemoves and everything. "If you think I'm sexy, and you want my body, come on sugar let me knowww!" I sing out loud this time. Her giggles stop and she looks up at me in awe. I blush. "sorry. T-t-that was b-bad." I stutter and look everywhere but her face. "that was amazing!" she laughs. (it's so hard to not make this into a glee club sort of thing... -Lindsay)

"really?" I smile, blushing and awkwardly scratching my neck. She giggles. "HELL YEAH!" she yells. I laugh at her and start to brush my hair. Wetting the curls down so it's not curly anymore. Cheyenne comes into the room and ruffles my hair back into curls. "keep it like that." she smiles. I stare at her reflection in the glass and smile. I put on my glasses and head downstairs and eat some cereal. Once I finish I politely put away my dishes. "ready?" she smiles. "see you there." I wave as I walk outside to my car. I slam the door and blast the heat so my cheeks defrost.

I pull out of her driveway and head towards school. She follows close behind. I smile at her in my rearview mirror. She doesn't notice though. We head to school through the traffic. I notice that I left my book of all my pain in the car last night. I sigh. The memories all come back. The pain. The names. The beatings. I shiver. I shake the thoughts and get out of the car once I get to school. Chey is catching up to me now. I speed up. I don't want her to be seen with me... That'll ruin her popular image. I want her to live a happy life unlike me.

Chey starts to run and eventually catches up with me. She's panting. "what's wrong Marc'?" she asks with a puzzled look on her face. I smile brightly because she actually wants to be seen with a loser like me. Her face eases up. "nothing... It's just I don't want to ruin your image..." I whisper looking down at my feet. They seem interesting at the moment...

"Marcel! I want to be seen with you!" She laughs like I was supposed to know this. I chuckle nervously. "But I-" I start to say "Marcel don't argue with me Mr!" She points a finger at me and frowns. I laugh. Because giggling is for girls. Once we are there I wave to Chey and she waves as we seperate our ways. I take a deep breath. I'm lucky I'm still here. I try my best to put on a smile but it's hard. I miss Chey already! Even though I'm a loser, I do have one best friend. His name is Eli. And he's just as much a loser as me. A 'fabulous' loser as he puts it. His motto, 'It's not called being gay, it's called being FABULOUS!' yes... Eli is gay. As gay as you could get. Once I hear his squeals coming towards me, I know he's excited. I heard them from almost 2 halls away. "OMG! Mar! You are so not gonna belibe this!" Yes he doesn't say believe he says 'Belibe' I know, gay right? "What do you want from me this time?" I ask dropping my head.

"OMG! I found someone," He begins. "ANNND?" I say. "I like him... and... he actually likes me back!" He squeals. "Leeroy!" He smiles and motions for someone to come down the hall. I almost die of laughter. I can't help it. And I thought Eli was gay... Leeroy walks down the hall flipping his blonde hair, with a hot pink sweatband. He wears the most gay pink shorts, with a purple button down shirt. "Hey baby!" Eli squeals. (It was going to be kurt but... yeah... if you get it you must watch glee)

(WAIT HOLD IT... SPEAKING OF GLEE and Eli... sorry I'm behind on glee. Ya'll know what I'm talkin about!-Emma) (Umm Emma stop it. PLEASE. -Lindsay)

They share a quick kiss then they blush and look away from each other. "Aww! You are too KUH UTE!" I say smiling. "Are you sure you're not gay?" Eli giggles. "sorry... It's catching on. I've known you since 1st grade." I say shrugging. "Omg. Marcel! You sooo need to get a new look. Not that this even is a 'look'" Leeroy says scrunching up his nose and pointing up and down my mismatched clothes. "sorry." I mumble turning away.

"s'okay." Leeroy says almost sarcastically. "sooo. Lee. Tell him how we got together." Eli says blushing. "oh m giz!" Leeroy says clapping his hands together. I laugh. He is so gay... Not that I have anything against them

"sooo, we were both a Starbucks, and we both got the same drink. We were standing on line, and he was all like, 'Omg you have the same thing as me! Wanna sit at a table together?' and of course I thought he was hot, so I was all like 'surrree!' and he was blushing and we both got our drinks and we were talking and everything and," Leeroy babbles, "wait... How long has these 'dates' been going on?" I ask. Eli blushes. "3 months. We were waiting Until we actually were boyfriends to tell you..." Eli states shyly. Leeroy nods. "so, as I was saying, we've been on 5 dates since." Leeroy finishes and smiles at his new boyfriend. I smile at the new couple. They are too cute.

"well looks like I have to go to Art." I say waving to them as the bell rings. I make my way down the narrow hall. I notice girls smiling and waving to me flirtatiously. That's weird. That never happens. I shrug thinking someone was behind me. I mean, I'm still wearing my glasses... I keep heading down the halls. I spot Chey walking past me on her way to Music. I wave and she does this cute little wave with her fingers back at me. My face heats up and I keep walking. All of a sudden I feel a sharp pain in my back and I'm shoved against a locker. I groan in pain. "AWW! Does little Marcel like Cheyenne? I saw that blush, Styles!" Marcus says right in my face spitting everywhere. I wipe my forehead. "sorry." I silently mutter. I feel a fist drive into my stomach. I bend over and scream in pain. I feel a kick to my ear. I groan loudly silently praying someone helps me. "That's for smiling at my future girlfriend." Marcus smirks.

Marcus is the head football player. (AMERICAN FOOTBALL)

He is gigantic and could maul a bear if he really wanted to. Marcus swiftly walks over to where Chey is obliviously standing. Marcus whispers something to her and she giggles. She says somthing back. Marcus says something and Chey smiles and nods frantically. She hugs him. I frown. What are they saying?

Everyone around them claps and then... they kiss.

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L- I never really think that these are cliffhangers so I'm not gonna be all like OOOOHHH CLIFFHANGER! Because it's not. *Shifts uncomfortably because of the awkward silence.* Yep... OKAY THEN! LOAWLLOAWLLOAWLLOAWL

E~ Lindsay... you are weird. *slowly shakes head*

L- Yeah miss 'Glee references in the middle of my story' GRR!

E~ I'M INNOCENT :P

L- *EYE ROLL*

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