Zooey's POV
Thank God for black Ray-Bans. I barely slept last night and as expected, my eyes have humongous dark bags underneath. Hence the Ray-Bans.
My head is killing me as well. I've been thinking too much about probably nonsensical stuffs (mostly about Marcel) and my head just hurts because of it. I'm also in a a pissy mood that Anton had to deal with as early as seven in the morning. I feel bad that he had to be dragged into my bad mood but shit happens. I'll make it up to him some other time, I guess.
My clothing apparently reflects my mood according to Louis who welcomed me back to school that morning. "Black Ray-Bans, black leather jacket, dark washed jeans, bad-ass boots, a crumpled shirt that says Fuck You!, and a great scowl? Wow... The words piss off is written all over you." he teased me as he examined me but he only got a middle finger from me. His voice is too loud, not helping with my headache.
"What's gotten into you?" he pushed farther as we walked to our lockers.
"Shut it, Lou. I barely had any sleep. Now have you seen Marcel around?" I asked as i whip my head left and right trying to locate the adorable geek.
"Erm, nope..." his voice cracked a bit making me suspicious about him but I shook the feeling away.
"Right," my shoulders slumped. I guess I'll have to wait until third period so I could see him again. "I'll go now, bye Lou." I clapped his arm and walked away.
It's odd that I haven't seen Marcel around yet. Usually, this time in the morning he'd already be waiting for me at my locker or he'll already be inside his first period class, studying in advance. I walked past his first period class but his seat is empty. Could he be running late for the day? He never is late. or maybe he is, maybe he was caught in a traffic or something. I shrugged and decided to not think too much or my head will burst already.
I reached my classroom and I sit immediately not wanting to interact with my classmates for the moment. I regret not taking the coffee Anton offered me this morning, now I feel so sleepy. I fished my phone out of my pocket and checked, hopefully wishing one text from Marcel.
Still, there's none.
"Damn it." I hissed under my teeth.
I am beyond pissed right now. One, for the fact that I think i'm turning into a clingy bitch. i used to laugh at girls who can't last a day without their boyfriends but now the joke's on me. Two, for the fact that Marcel still hasn't contacted me yet. Like it's so hard to just send me a good morning text, he used to do that every single damn day and now suddenly...
I sighed heavily. I should keep calm and just wait until I see him in third period. i should let him explain first before I decide whether to be mad at him or be mad at him. I'll definitely be mad at him.
God, i miss that weirdo.
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Marcel's POV
"You're broken arm still haven't recovered fully yet and you're back in my clinic again for two broken ribs and busted face. Really, Marcel?" Dr. Owens gave me a look of sympathy.
"Well... I-I accidentally h-hurt m-myself." I lied through my teeth as I pick on my nails.
"Bullshit." he cursed laughingly making me look up in utter shock. For a decent looking old man like him, he surely could curse harshly. "You can't get these injuries by accidentally hurting yourself, please Marcel, I've been a doctor for like, twenty years. I know someone did this to you. Purposely."
I opened my mouth to defend my lie but then again, I shut it because I know i can't win against him. Instead, i let out a sigh.
"Does your parents know?" he asked me as he bandage my torso making me wince slightly when he touch my sides.
