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Chapter 10: Surprise!

Chapter 10: Surprise!

Allie's POV

I wasn't sure what was wrong with me. Why was I being so nice to Marcel? He didn't deserve it. He was just a stupid weakling that annoyed the hell out of me. Why didn't I punish him? And I had so many chances to!

I smirked at the new dirt I had over Marcel. Well, actually, it wasn't really dirt. All I knew about him was that he liked Mexican or Italian food (maybe), his favorite color was pink (maybe), and his mother was... just an ordinary mum.

I couldn't really humiliate Marcel with that kind of stuff. What was I supposed to say or do about that? "Hey, guys, guess what? Marcel likes Italian food! Hardy-har-har!" Yeah, that wouldn't get me anywhere.

Marcel did tell me his favorite color was blue after his mother said it was pink. Unsurprisingly, I believed his mum. Pink is such a girl color. Why would Marcel like it? Oh well, who cares? That wasn't really humiliate-worthy, either.

I sat back in my booth and drank my Starbucks. A chocolate chip muffin sat in front of me, wrapped and uneaten. I stared it down, the straw to my cold mocha frappechino poking out of my mouth.

Everyone at school thought I had a boyfriend. I didn't know why, since I never mentioned having one. Oh, wait... I told Adam that my new boyfriend could replace him; that's why everyone thought I had a boyfriend. I said "could", not "will" or "can". But still, it felt good to actually make Adam squirm for once.

The muffin won. I grabbed it and peeled off the wrapper. I tore off a piece and ate it. I closed my eyes and smiled blissfully. Screw the calories. It was still warm.

It was Saturday. Even though Marcel and I were falling behind in our project, I was none too thrilled to go back to his place and work. Why was I working with him again? Oh yeah, I didn't want him to mess up since he wasn't a "cool" kind of nerd.

I hadn't gone back to his house since Wednesday. I didn't have Marcel's number (gross) but I knew where he lived. I could just drop by and get him started.

I almost laughed. Geez, that would be hilarious. Stopping by his house like a stalker and making him start working. Well, it wouldn't be all bad. Marcel wouldn't tell anyone. He would most likely freak out, and I would pay cash to see that. Most of the time he was an emotionless slug.

Okay, I would do it. I would go over to his house. Why did that seem like such a big decision?

I grabbed my muffin and finished it off. I licked my lips and resisted the urge to lick my fingers as well. Delicious.

I tossed the wrapper in the trash and grabbed my coffee. I swung my purse over my shoulder and smoothed down my skirt. I left Starbucks.

Marcel didn't live too far away, and I didn't own a car. Another one of my father's superstitions. He believed that teenagers shouldn't own cars till they're, like, thirty. He said in their twenties people drank too much, so thirties was more appropriate.

I saw Marcel's house up ahead, and I slowed my pace purposely. I chewed mini chocolate chunks from my coffee in my mouth.

I also wasn't allowed to drink coffee. Well, whenever my father wasn't around. He had this theory that caffeine slowed the growing process. I was short already, so I didn't see why it mattered. I wondered if that fact was actually true or not.

I walked up Marcel's driveway and up his front steps. I knocked on the door. I paused, cursed my stupidity, and rang the doorbell. It took seconds for the person on the other side to answer.

"Oh, hi, Allie!" Marcel's mum gasped. She looked utterly shocked. I tried not to laugh or smirk at her expression. It was hard.

"Hi, Mrs. Styles," I greeted her. "Is Marcel here?"