Marcels pov
I wake in a strange white bed, with something on my hand. I lift my head and immediately wince, tears spring to my eyes and i let out a groan of pain. I can't open my left eye, i reach my hand up only to have something restrain it. I roll my head to the right, and see a sleeping Abbey with a tear stained face.Her head lay atop my hands and my hands lay atop my lower stomach. My heart beat spikes, and my nerves take over once agian. Im not sure if i should wake her or not, she looks so worried. The door opens and what i assume is the school nurse, walks in. I feel myself blushing, this scene must look quite promiscous. The nurse's hair is short, and blonde. She smiles at me sympathetically, and i can't begin to imagine how bad my face must look. As the door close Abbey wakes up, she sits up rubbing her eyes. Quiet sounds of her sleeping state leave her mouth; small grunts and moans. The nurse walks over to me and begins applying alcohol to the cuts scattered on my face. I close my eyes and wince again and Abbey grabs my hand and squeezes lightly. The pain becomes faint, as i focus on the warmth of Abbey's hand in mine. Her hands are so soft, and small. The nurse finishes and i open my eyes and blink a couple times. The nurse leaves the room after informing me that the principal has called my parents and they're on their way. I panic slightly, wondering how my mother and father would react. They picked this school in hopes that i wouldn't get bullied; despite the bullies i like it here. I finally made friends, and i don't want to leave. I sigh heavily,
"Marcel?" Abbey's quiet voice makes way into my ears, and it sounds like heaven. I look over at her and she has a look of concern written across her face.
"Yes Abbey?" Her hand tightens in mine, and i look at our intwined fingers. I squeeze her hand back,
"Does.. Does this mean.. You have to leave?" Her voice trails off, i can't quite pick out the emotion behind her voice. But its there, and its enough to keep me determined not to leave this town.
"Im not sure Abbey-" I look up at her, and her face falls slightly,
"But, im going to try and convince my parent's to let me stay. You're the first real friend i've had.." I run my thumb over her knuckles and she looks at our hands. Her eyes sparkle slightly.
Just as shes about to say something my father comes into the room pushing the door open violently. The door slams against the wall, Abbey flinches visibly and rips her hand from mine, blushing scarlet. My fathers face was red, he was angry.
"Marcel! Are you alright!?" He pushes past Abbey, and her face contorts as shes practically shoved out of the way. I grit my teeth slightly, that was rude.
"Im going to wait outside," Abbey mumbles, and exits the room. I open my mouth to stop her but shes already gone. I frown and stare at my dad, his eyes are roaming my face.
"Thats it, you're being home schooled again. I can't take this anymore. You don't deserve this, you're too smart for these ignorant, hormonal teenagers. They're ridiculous and insane-" i cut him off, having heard enough of his rant.
"I made friends dad! I don't want to leave because you think these kids at this school are ignorant- thats just rude! You haven't gotten to know them! Abbey and her friends are genuine people at heart! They-" My arguement is cut short when my fathers hand colides with my temple, with a hard, scolding slap. Tears spring to my eyes unwillingly,
"You're so called friends are crazy! They're no good for-" My dads cut off by the door flying open once again, Abbey is charging in the room and headed for my dad.
"We are not crazy" She grits through her teeth, standing infront of my father, glaring at him. She stares up at him and he looms over her,
"I may not be the smartest teenager in this school, but i am a good person. I know that for damn sure. My parents raised me right, alright? Im sorry things don't always go your way with Marcel but he's a young adult! Still in highschool yeah, but hes old enough to make his own decisions don't you think? You are smothering him in the worst ways possible. You're doing a shitty job at parenting! Marcel is one of my good friends now, you can't just take him away! Hes finally made friends are you're ready to rip that away from him?!" My father looks at her astounded, and pissed off. His face is red and hes shaking,
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One Of a Kind
Teen Fiction(( This is a Fan Fic about Marcel (( harry styles )) )) She was just your average girl , she went through school in the shadows of other people . Mostly on her own , other than her friend Marilyn . Abbey Rose Miller , thought of her self as nothing...
