One Of a Kind

Out like a light

Marcels Pov

I woke up the next morning at 5:04am in a slight panic, checking the time i relaxed. I fell back onto my matress, staring at my ceiling. The previous night with Abbey was beautiful; just as beautiful as her. We spent a little bit of one on one time with one another, and made it out of the awkward aquaintance part in our friendship. I've learned her favorite flowers are daisies, and not roses because those are too cliche. I found out she did gymnastics as a child, and she took piano lessons since she was five. She didn't seem so enthusiastic about her life. I can't help but question as to why though. I lie in bed for an hour until i got up to get ready for the school day. Showering and combing my unruly hair back with gel. I rubbed my eyes and slid my glasses up my nose, then brushed my teeth after. I picked out the usual sweater vest, and slacks. Along with some loafers, i walked down stairs for my breakfast. My mother was cooking and My father was on the phone with Trever, Abbey's father. 

"Good morning Mother" I said and kissed my mothers cheek as i took my already full plate to the table. 

"Good morning Marcel hunny" She smiled and continues to cook a plate or breakfast for my father. I eavse-drop on his conversation.

"Im sure he'd have no trouble...Trever, its fine! He wouldn't mind! ... They got along wonderfully last night!.. Yes shes a gorgeous young woman.. Alright, ill tell him now..-" My father walked over to the table, sat down and made eye contact with me. He began to speak to me as i was putting a forkfull of scrambled eggs in my mouth. 

"Marcel, you'll be taking Abbey to school today." He announced to me in a matter of fact tone. I nearly choked on my eggs, grabbing my milk and washing down the eggs that tried to escape from my throat in coughing fits. 

"Why?" I asked after i swallowed my milk. He looked at me astonished, as if i've never questioned him before. I blinked and quickly corrected myself,

"I mean, yes. I'll gladly take her to school." I fidgeted with my hands under the table, a nervous gesture i've never been able to get rid of.

He nodded and ate his food quietly, i grabbed my bag from the chair, and headed out the door with my keys in hand. I drove silently to Abbey's house. I saw her sitting on her front porch as i pulled up, her nose in a book again. I wondered just what was so interesting about what she was reading. I didn't know whether or not if i should get out of the car. Just as i opened the door, she looked up. A few strands of hair falling infront of her face, she smiled at me and got up. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, and she walked across her lawn to me. I smiled at her back, and walked over to open her door for her. 

"Good morning Marcel," She said as she shifted in her seat and stared out the window. 

"Morning Abbey" I smiled small at her and started the car and drove to school. 

She quietly continued reading her book, her eyes scanning the pages at quick paces. I focused back on the road, and we drove in a comfortable silence. When we made it to the school, Abbey invited me to hang out with her, Marilyn and John. I have not met John but i do know he's in journalism with Abbey and i. Hes tall with choppy black hair, blue eyes and high cheek bones, and a crooked smile. He also has pale skin, and broad shoulders. We're about the same height, he smiles and greets me with a handshake. I can not control the nervous side that comes out of me. Abbey places her hand on my back and continues to talk with Marilyn as they laugh at a joke. My nerves instanly fade, but are quickly replaced with a feeling i can't quite name. She leans toards my arm slightly as her and John talk about journalism and Marilyn starts talking to me about her art career she wants to pursue when she graduates. 

"You're really good with drawing Marilyn, you should really go to college for it." I smile shyly and she smiles brightly at me. 

"Thanks Marcel! That means a lot to me! Im sure you're really good with numbers and what not." She smiles at me again and i nod and smile back. 

The bell signals and we are all separated, going off to our different classes. I run into one of the young men that was pushing me around yesterday. He doesn't look to happy and he pushes me. I hurry off into my class room, thankful he doesn't follow after me. AP Cal is a difficult class, there is lots of equations to memorise.. After that class, i made my way to the next, I was stopped by a group of boys. My nerves and pulse instantly sky rocekting. One of them smirks at what im sure is my terrified expression. 

"Well, look who we have here." He scoffs and picks at my sweater vest, 

"Are you some sort of faggot? Why did you come to this school anyways?"

"I heard his dad transferred him schools because he was bullied!" one of the others shouted from the small group. My body went rigid, no one was supposed to know that.

"Well, sucks for you. Cos as long as you dress like a faggot, and go to my school; you're gonna get shit from me." The boy infront of me scoffed again, and shoved me hard in the chest. My back hit the wall and my glasses fell to the floor. He lifts his foot and steps on them, i could hear the lenses snapping under the pressure his foot applied to them. 

"Hey! Stop it!" I shove myself off the wall and stumble infront of him, they laugh and i push the guy hard. He goes tumbling back wards and his friends catch him. I look at my hands with wide eyes and then back to the boy with wide eyes. I watch in horror as his fists clench, i know what happens next. I close my eyes just in time as his fist connects to my left eye, and im out like a light. 

Abbeys pov.

As soon as i round the corner with Marilyn and John, walking to our next class, i see a group of boys huddled around. My heart stops when i see Marcel at their feet, unconscious with a bloody nose and bruised face. I scream and take of running toards the group, dropping my bag and launching myself at his attacker. I claw at his face and he shoves me off of him. I fall to the ground next to an unconcious Marcel. John is quick to beat the life out of Marcels attacker, and Marilyn is heling me up. Im screaming, holding Marcels face in my hands. Im screaming for him to wake up, and i can feel the tears choking me. He wouldn't wake up, i quickly looked up at Marilyn

"Go get some help!!" She rushed off and John stayed with me, scooping Marcel up off the floor and carrying him to the office. I picked up Marcels glasses from the floor and held the broken glass in my hands. 

I rushed after John and walked by his side as we carried Marcel's limp body into the office. We carried him into the nurses room, and layed him down on the bed. I refused to leave his side. He didn't deserve this. I rested my hand on his hand and then rested my head ontop his hands and slowly drifted of into sleep.