The Geek Project

Two.

Sweet Disposition- Temper Trap

Sunburn- Ed Sheeran

Louis' POV

Marcel stumbles into the cramped classroom, tripping over his own feet and tugging at his sweater vest.

Ms. Holland is dressed in a tight, low neck top and and an even smaller skirt.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I whisper to the brunette on the other side of me, Caitlyn, I think it was. She giggles and covers her pink, plump lips. So this is my music partner.

"Louis," Ms. Holland sighs, "Tell Marcel about the partner project."

I roll my eyes and turn to face the geek. "Look, we have to compose a song. I already have ideas. You don't have to do shit, just follow along with me."

"I-I play m-music, t-too." He stumbles over all his words, earning a groan from my lips.

"Great, you any good?"

"I-I thin-k." He murmurs.

"Great." I said as Ms. Holland began the lesson.

...

"Marcel!" I yelled, catching up to the silhouette of a brown vest.

"L-Louis...?" He asks, as if anyone else would be talking to him.

"Who else?" I spit.

"S-Sorry." He bows his head and continues walking.

"When are we going to do this project? I'd like to get it done as soon as possible."

"Now." He says, firmly.

"What?"

"Now. Come on." I follow him to a pasty white compact Mercedes.

"Just f-follow m-me." He says, slamming the driver door shut.

I run across the student parking lot and find the SUV. Lucky, I don't have to pick up the girls from school today. I pull up behind the same white Mercedes and follow Marcel towards the exit.

Not more than half a mile away from the high school, we pull up to a gated community. Marcel stops at the guard house and chit-chats with the man inside. The black iron gates open, and I'm lead into a new world. Every bush is trimmed to perfection, every yard is manicured without a flaw. My mouth drops open unconsciously as I admire the estate. Marcel speeds down the smooth asphalt and I find myself left in the dust. I don't know where to go. I snap out if my daze and look anxiously for a sign of the white sports car. Just then, Marcel comes speeding up the hill and rolls up beside me.

"Lose yourself?" He asks with a smirk. He seems so much more comfortable here, he hasn't stuttered once since the dismissal bell. He takes off and I follow in fear of getting lost again.

We pull up to a white house with two thick columns on either side of the French doors. Marcel kills his ignition and knocks on my window. He no longer has on his school wear, but a black tee shirt and blue skinny jeans.

"C'mon! You said you wanted to get this over with! Lets go!" He yells through the glass. I hop out of the SUV and follow Marcel up the gray marble steps. He unlocks the door with a gold key and tosses it in a silver bowl on the kitchen counter.

"Hello Mum!" He yells, padding up the cream carpeted stairs.

He nods to a slim man in a tux as we pass a room. "How are you, Irwin?" He continues walking down the long hallway, not waiting for an answer.

He stops at a closed door and looks to me, I raise my eyebrows in anticipation. He twists the silver knob and reveals a large room. There's a grand piano in the right hand corner, a few guitars hung up on the wall and a separate glass room with red rimming. I assume a personal recording studio, "Are you fucking kidding me?" I exclaim, helping myself into the studio.

"Cool, right?" Marcel smiles, joining me inside the enclosure.

I shake my head looking around the room. "Okay! Working!" I refocus myself and exit the studio.

Marcel sets himself down at the piano, while I grab a dark wood Yamaha off the wall.

Marcel begins playing a string of random notes.

"Okay. What are you thinking?" He asks me.

"Um... I...." I look around the room, as if looking for words.

I pause and start again. "I started on it last night, its probably not that g-good but...."

I begin playing and his mouth falls open.

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