The Marcel Makeover

MARCEL POV

"Oi, geek, shove it! I'm trying to get to my locker, can't you see?!" Zayn, the school's 'badboy' yelled at me.
"I-I'm s-sorry I j-just wante-"
"Yeah, whatever. You should be sorry mate, God only knows what would happen to you next time." He replied, stepping on my dress shoes with his boots.
I winced in pain, but by now I had gotten used to being bullied by him. Zayn Malik, the girl magnet, bad boy and biggest bully of Nortington High.
I made my way down the corridor, stopping outside classroom 102. I checked my watch, it was 8:50am. Great, 10 more minutes and my chemistry class would start. I looked around, and to my surprise, Zayn stood next to me. Was he also taking chemistry? No way, he would never take such a lesson. His brain can't handle all that much. I snickered, which was a mistake, so I tried coughing, but ended up choking on my own saliva.
"What's wrong Styles? Can I help you?" Zayn sarcastically asked, his shadow looming over me.
Thank the gods, our chemistry teacher Mr. Smalling appeared, saving me from any further trouble.
"Alright, pick a seat, it doesn't matter where." He told us, putting his briefcase on the table.
I, obviously, made my way to the front of the classroom, heading for the seat right in front of the whiteboard.
"I'm not surprised, am I?" Zayn quietly asked, the rest of the class laughing.

I pulled my trousers further up my waist, ignoring Zayn's comment.

Chemistry class went by quietly and quickly, with few rude remarks about my appearance from the back of the classroom. By the end of the lesson, I had a fair amount of notes on the topic. I checked my timetable. Free period, great, I could do some studying.

As I was walking to the library, some fellow students started commenting on how 'nerdy' my appearance looked. I don't wear anything fancy to school, I just don't wear what the other students wear.

My clothing is actually pretty straightforward, dress shoes, dress pants, white shirt, red jumper, and a blue tie every now and then.

The rest of the day went by smoothly, I didn't see Zayn at all. I knew that my luck will wear out quite soon.

[A/N: So that was the start of my Marcel fanfic! I'm writing this on my iPhone/iPad, but I do edit it, and I do check for any typos! Thanks for reading, I really appreciate it. I will update if this gets a couple of reads, maybe even votes or comments! Thanks. I know that the spacing might seem a bit weird, I will try and fix that. :D]