CHAPTER 4 PAST
~Marcel/Harry~
"Hey Marcel! Wait!" The sound of Stacey's voice fills the almost empty hallway. I noticed she has one of those extraordinary voices, you recognize the deep part in her girly voice immediately.
Doubtfully I stop walking. Why can't she just forget about me and move on with her worry less life? I've been trying to block her out, didn't she get the hint?
I have no idea how to deal with her. In a way I'm scared, I never had this in my life before! And what if she's only doing this out of pity. She probably thinks I'm this sad person who really needs a friend. And even though there are times I think about myself in that way too, I also learned that self-pity isn't going to get me far. If I want a normal life after this I have to do something for it, it doesn't pop up by itself.
"You're very good at basketball you know!" She points out when she reached me, I look up staring directly in her golden eyes. I also notice she is quite good looking, with her dark blond her and tiny figure, making this all even weirder.
She smiles at me, waiting for an answer. "I appreciate you being nice to me but there is no need to lie." It's true, I really appreciate it but I just don't know what I'm supposed t do with this kind of behavior. And telling me that I'm good at basketball is one of the biggest lies I heard in my life, if there's something I really suck at it's probably team sports.
I can see she wants to resist, probably to tell me I shouldn't say that. I guess that's what you get when everyone in the world says you suck at something.
"You kn..-" She starts but I quickly cut her off, I don't want to have this conversation.
"I have class now, bye" I tell her, quickly walking away and ignoring her gaze on my back. What's that for an excuse, we both know I don't even have a class right know. I seriously have to start to man up.
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"Hey darling, how was school" My mother greets me when I enter the kitchen, raindrops dripping out of my hair onto the kitchen floor.
"As usual" I simply answer, my mother knows about my situation at school and she tried everything to make it stop. She talked to teachers, parents... but nothing really helped. What I hate most of this situation is the fact that I can see it hurts her too see me like this. She's one of the reasons I want to make something out of my life.
"Oh honey" She gives me a weak smile and a sweet kiss on my cheek. "You want a cup of tea?"
"Yeah that'd be nice" I say, running a hand trough my hair so it's less wet.
"I like your curls, it's a pity you always put so much gel in it." Normally I hate it when people complement my naturally curly hair since I hate it myself, but I'm not going to nag about it now. Instead of telling her it isn't true I smile at her as she places the steaming cup with tea in front of me.
After I drank my tea and had some small talk with my mum I excuse myself to make some homework in my room. I change in some sweatpants and a shirt and let my hair be. My eyes land on my P.E clothes, the conversation I had with Stacey immediately popping into my head.
Sometimes I wish I could just change completely in a couple of seconds. There was finally someone being nice to me, someone showing some sort of interest in me and what do I do? I come up with weak excuses and walk away, who does that?
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Sorry, very short :(
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