Finally Falling

Chapter 22

Sam's POV

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"Marcel!!" I shout out loud.

Where is that boy.

All of a sudden he pops up from one of the bushes scaring me half to death.

" Yea?"

" Jesus dude where did you even come from?" I say with a hand over my chest.

" I'm magic." Marcel replied with a smirk, showing off his cute little dimples.

" So what's this I hear about a fight between you and Fletcher?"

Marcel froze and quickly put his hand behind his back.

" What are you hiding?" I ask as I try to look.

" N-Nothing.." He replied as he turns so that it remained hidden.

" Marcel don't play with me." I tried to jump behind him but that didn't work either so I did what any rational person would do. I stepped back a few steps and ran towards him, jumping up in the air. Marcel quickly brought both his hands out to catch me and I smirked and grabbed it.

" Oh my god look at your hand!!!" I shout as I grabbed it.

Marcel winced as I took his bandaged hand into mine to look at.

" You punched him that hard?" I chuckled.

" Well hard enough to get my point across."

I chuckled as we began to walk to class. I never knew that Marcel had it in him to punch a guy straight in the face.

We parted ways and I walked into my art class.

" Hey Sam!" I turned and saw Niall waving me over and I smiled and made my way to him.

" Hey Niall what's up?" I say as I sit down in the seat next to him.

" Great. The teacher told us to draw something we care about before you came in."

" Oh ok so what are you drawing?" I asked as I pulled out my pencil and grabbed two sheets of paper for the both of us.

" It's a surprise." he replied.

" Oh come on just tell me." I gave him my puppy dog look that I knew he couldn't resist.

" I'm serious I want it to be a surprise." Niall replied with a half smile as his crystal blue eyes stared right into mine.

I felt myself getting lost in them before he turned away and began working with a folder up to cover it.

I decided to draw about music so I began sketching the outline of a treble clef in the middle. I was in the middle of fully drawing when I felt a pair of eyes on me. I turned and saw blue eyes peaking over a green folder to stare at me. Once he noticed I was staring he quickly hid back down and I chuckled at how 'subtle' he was and continued to draw when a note hit me in the head.

" The fuck?" I mumbled as I unravel it.

' Roses are red violets are blue. Samantha Jones is beautiful, and pretty funny too.'

I smiled but was confused on who this writer was.

' Who is this?'

I dropped the paper but I never got a reply because the bell suddenly rang.

I packed up my stuff and walked out of class to go find Marcel again and when I did I was shocked beyond belief. Marcel was laying in an empty hallway next to his locker and he looked dead.