Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

Part 2

Marilyn's POV:

Clocks tick as I made my way to my classes, although you can't really hear it because of the students irrataiting voices. Their voices echoing the rooms and hallways. I was probably the most guiet one in each of classes but I didn't mind.

I was now in my 3rd hour economics. Yet everyone didn't mind listening to the teacher as he starts the syllabus. I didn't either but I'm sure I heard some things coming out of his mouth. Beal highschool is bumed.

I kept getting stares ecspacially this one guy with big dorky glasses on. He had a pencil in his right hand and the other on his desk. A notebook pressed on the small wooden table, he just kept looking at me. Then again everyone was I also heard whispers, 'freak' or 'loner'.

Just ignore them. My moms words repeat in my head. How can I? They're are everywhere I probably can't live a normal life anymore.

As I hear the bell ring I imatedately stuff everything inside my backpack and hurry out the door. Thank god it was lunch time, I'll be heading to the library now. I don't eat here though, because once you look at the food you'll just runaway its really disgusting. Who the hell wants to eat left over beans since last month. Gross.

As the hallways got emptier and less shallow I finally made my way to my destiny. The library, haha nerd. I sat on a little green bean bag chair taking out the book I'm reading. 'The perks of being a wallflower' it is classic and phenomenal I already seen the movie but not yet read the book. As I read some pages I felt a tap on my shoulder. The guy from my third hour was there beside sitting on another bean bag, except this one was yello.

"Umm- hey" his voice almost a whisper yet than again this is the library.

"Hi" that was simple, but why is talking to me? Doesn't he know what I have and why people harass me?

He looked at me no more than 5 seconds and spoked once again.

"What are you reading?" starting to sound normal now huh?

"The perks of being a wallflower, why?"

He licked his lips and swallowed hard and continued.

"cool, and nothing I just wanted see, you know if I was interested in reading it" he let out a small smile

This is the first time in years someone is talking to me, no one here would. But him. This is weird, because not only the popular kids stopped talking to me but also the nerds. Not to be rude, but this is strange.

"What's your name?" I asked

"Marcel"

"I'm Marilyn" i smiled at him he gave me the same.

"I know who you are"

I gave him a confuse look but it suddenly change since I knew the reason.

"People talk, I mean um-"

"Its fine, really I heard." I swallowed hard and focused back to my reading. Well this couldn't get any more awkward...

"You don't seem like a , a-"

"Freak?" I mumbled I try not to make it sound rude but he shouldn't have brought it up.

I looked at him for a few seconds when he was trying so hard not to look at me. Did he feel guilty for almost calling me that? He did say I didn't seem like one which was a good sign, maybe Marcel isn't a pretty bad guy. No he seem nice and shy? Funny thing how he came up to me and started a conversation with a 'freak' how did that happen? Was he a loner, that's why he needed a friend?