Oh Marcel

Chapter 31

AT SCHOOL

MARCEL'S POV

Everything still hurt and I was deffinatly not in the best mood.  I barrly got any sleep, because my mum was in a fight with her sister over the phone all night.  They were arguing about a bunch of shit that got so out of controle I had to rip her I Phone 5s out of her hands. She got pissed at me and I got pissed at her.  Then I relized that maybe she was just so pissed with everything going on with my father, she just blew up.  And who better to blow up at then the ones you love the most, right?  Anyways I really didn't ask her because if I ever asked what was wrong with her she would blow it off and then offer me food.  Although I never ever passed up food.    

I waited with Harry, Emilie, and Scarlett outside of the school.  There wasn't very many cars in the parking lot because as usual we were early.  I took a lot of effort to get Harry up before the sun came up.  Emilie made everyone small cups of tea and we all siped from small plastic cups.  My three friends and I were sitting in the back of Scarlett's truck not talking very much.  Scarlett seemed wide awake although for what seemed like the first time she wasnt talking.  Harry looked like he was going to pass out, and Emilie was resting her head on his shoulder.  Harry was wearing a red plaid shirt with a few buttons unbottoned which reaveled a few tattoos on his chest.  His hair was as usual curly, but at the same time very messy.  Emilie was wearing dark denim skinny jeans, a light washed button down, an oxblood red scarf, and brown combat boot.  Scarlett was dress almost exactly the oppiste she was wearing skinny jeans, a pink Hollister sweatshirt, and Ugg boots.  

" Hey Marc I barrly talked to you yesterday is everything alright?" Scarlett asked quietly.  I glanced at Harry and he had a weird look on his face, but I understood.  He took a long sip of tea and him and Emilie went back to whispering. 

" Yeah I'm fine," I lied. 

" I've known you for to long...and I have learned that 'I'm fine' is the most commonly told lie." 

" Ha- listen Scar you worry to much." 

" Marcel can I ask you somthing." 

" Yeah of course," I said and took a swig of tea. 

" Why is it that everytime you and Tom see each other both it looks like your gonna kill each other?" she asked with her hands cupped around the plastic cup. 

I didn't make I contact with her. " Were not exactly the same.  And its hard to be friends with someone you have a history with.  You see its like summer and winter being friends.  There so different and they have such a history." 

" But why is it that you and Harry are friends.  I mean you too arn't exactly the same people.  And with the whole winter summer analogy... it doesn't make sense," she smiled.  

" Ha I know I tried to make a point.  And were friends because were not exactly like everyone else.  I guess thats why were all friends.  All four of us.  None of us exactly fit in. And why be seperated when we could be friends and give somthing to-" she started to laugh and so did I.  We bursted into random laughs that made me forget about everything. 

" Marcel...I love him," she said quietly.  So quietly that I barrly heard her.  

" Alright," I said.  We stared at eachother and melted into her big brown eyes. A split second later she interupted my gaze and rested her head on my shoulder.  Granted it still had a bruise, but this was a moment I would never get back.  

15 MINUTES LATER

 Cars were pulling into parking spaces.  We were all finished with our tea and instead of doing the right thing to do and throwing the cups away we just left them in the truck.  We jumped out and quite honestly I felt like a missunderstood bad ass as we walked in the big building.  Harry had his Ray Bans on and his arm around Emilie.  While me and Scarlett were just walking in the builing side by side.  She was also weaing a light brown messangerbag that hug loosly on her shoulder.  It also wasn't very full.  We were in the building and many people I didn't know stared at us like we were weird. 

" Its okay my friends there just jealous," Scarlett laughed. Harry and Emilie went there sepreat ways and then there were two. I stopped by my locker and threw my back pack into my locker. I looked over at Scarlett her arms were around Toms neck and there mouths were intertwined.  She pulled away and they were staring into eachothers eyes. I rolled my eyes and took out a few books.  Then I headed for my Organic Chemistry class. No one stared at me and for once I was back to being normal.  I sat next to Harry and he had his eyes on his phone. 

" Hey did Scarlett text you?" 

" Um I don't know my phones off why is everything okay?" 

" Yeah everythings fine.  Shes just really excited about somthing and she wants us to talk to her after class.  To be quite honest its a little..." 

" Scary.  Ha yeah she is." 

At that moment Mr.  Fitzherburt walked threw the big door.  He was wearing a light blue button down suit shirt, a black cardigan, and dark pants, topped off with a tie. " Okay class put down your phones.  Everyone now. Even if its Monday I don't care today we are here to learn." I nudged Harry's arm and he put his phone in his pocket.  As Mr. Fitzherburt went on I got more and more bored.  The bell interupted my thoughts and then I packed up my things.  

" Oh Marcel could I have a word with you?" The American accented man asked. 

" Sure," I said and turned around.  

" I know that you don't take as many classes as everyone else, so I was woundering if you could stay a little longer after school and we could have a chat."

" Mr. Fitzherburt I just need you to know I'm not mad," I said quietly. 

" Thats ashame because being mad is a great honor.  Only the best people are."  I smiled and left the classroom.  

I walked down the corridor and saw Harry, Scarlett, Emilie, and Tom standing around my locker. " Hey um whats-"

" We don't have very much longer my friend so to sum it all up I'm having a party at my house on friday and would you do the pleasure of coming?" Scarlett asked fast. 

" Yeah of cour-" then Scarlett and Tom left the locker.

I opened up the locker and couldn't help notce how bitchy she was being. " Whats got her being a bitch?" I asked my friends. 

" I don't know is it just me or is Tom changing her?" Emilie questioned. 

" Of course he's changing her.  But I think the question is, is why are you letting him?" Harry asked me. 

" She loves him Harry," I said and walked off to my next class.