CHAPTER 3 PAST
~Stacey~
"Step one you say we need to talk.." I hum along with the song, not realizing that Kim is standing in front of me as she mouths words I can't hear trough the music coming out of my earphones.
A bit irritated because I had to pause one of my favorite songs I pull my earphones out and look up at her. "What did you say?"
"If you're ready for E.P! We only have ten minutes left to change!" Gymnastics? Are you kidding me? It's not that I hate it but I'm just too lazy to move my body correctly.
With a sigh I let Kim pull me on my feet from the floor I was sitting on. "Thanks" I mumble, following her towards the dressing room.
I replace my school uniform for some sport clothing and put my hair in a bum, ready to be sportive.
"So class" The teacher starts his lesson, waiting till everyone sits down before he starts to talk again. "Today we'll be focusing on basketball. We'll practice some techniques, make teams and after that we'll do a couple of matches. Understood?" Everyone nods in response, already standing up.
"I hate basketball." Kim complains, taking place next to me. "My nails always break when I catch that ball." Sometimes I seriously wonder why I still talk to this girl. I've been on this school for more than a month and I still talk and eat lunch with the same people, even though I think they're irritating most of the time. Well, I guess I've just been so busy with settling down here to have time to make some new, less irritating, friends.
"Oh that's no fun!" I response as I walk up to the teacher so he can hand me a ball.
First we start with some simple exercises such as a dribble and the best ways to score. Before I know it we're already making teams.
"We're going to start with a match between team one and team two. Team one consists of; Mary, James, Eric, Stacey and Sophia." As soon as the teacher stops talking I walk up to my teammates, giving them all a genuine smile and a small nod. I remember James and Eric are on the football team and used to play basketball, making the chances to win very high.
"Team two consists of; Kim, April, Jack, Wendy and Marcel" My head shoots up when I hear his name. I didn't even know we're in the same class. How is it possible that I never noticed him here.
Marcel Styles was the only one leaving me curious to get to know him. He just seems like an interesting person. A person with a story! And I don't mean the story the whole school knows, the one where he's the dork getting screwed with all the time, but the real story. Why he acts like he does, blocking everyone out who wants to know him, ignoring every word that's scolded at him, walking through the school like he's invisible.
I tried a couple of times to get in contact with him but every time he just ignored me or came up with some sort of bad lie. I just don't understand. Maybe he got hurt too many times... But that's no reason to block everyone out! You can't just stay by yourself for the rest of your life!
The sound of the whistle snaps me out of my thoughts and as fast as I can I start moving, watching the ball very closely.
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"Hey Marcel! Wait!" Quickly I slam the door of the changing room close and jog towards the boy who also just finished changing.
He stops walking but I can see he hasn't decided if he should talk to me or not. Hesitantly he turns his head towards me, raising an eyebrow.
"You're very good at basketball you know!" I tell him, giving him a small smile when he looks up. Even though he had the ball only twice you could see he knew what to do with it. It's such a pity no one really noticed how he moved his body through the people, ready to catch the ball. Everyone was, again, too busy with themselves.
"I appreciate you being nice to me but there is no need to lie!" He speaks softly, his eyes now sternly fixed on his shoes. So he does appreciate it? Why is this the first time he actually speaks a whole sentence to me then?
"You kn..-"
"I have class now, bye!" He cuts me off, quickening his pace. I watch him, trying to get away from me as fast as he can.
Why can't he just talk to me?
A bit pissed off I walk towards my locker.
Maybe I should just give up...
A/N:
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