Undercover Devil

2 • keep calm

~ Marcel ~

I lift her body up again, she looked so heavenly, even smelled heavenly. Her innocent smile and her blushed cheeks made her seem so... flawless.

"I-I'm sorry." She stutters. Clearly embarrassed over herself. I was too busy admiring her beauty I didn't even notice I was almost drooling.

"Oh no it's okay. My fault anyways. Are you.. Alright?"

She slowly nod at me, removing herself from my arms. The warmth that I was not used to was soon gone and honestly, I disliked it.

"Are you new here?" I spoke, trying to hold a conversation with the insecure girl.

"Yes. Do you know where the office is?"

"Yes, actually-" I spoke before I was cut off by the jock. Damon.

"Babe! I'll show you where it is!" He says as he put his arm around her shoulder.

"Damon. Leave her alone."

"Oouh, Marcel! Get feisty are we?"

Don't blow your cover Marcel. Keep calm. Keep your calm.

"Let go of me, please." She says as she use both her hands to withstand from him.

"Babeee, don't be like that. I'm trying to be nice." He whines. Fucking douche. Acting all innocent.

I gesture her to leave and she avoids the boys' gaze as she leave and mouths me a small thank you.

"Marcel! Do you know your little cute rescue there made me lose a chance of something fun?"

He grabs me by the collar and another boy grabs both my arms and Damon starts throwing punches.

I had to deal with this calmly.

Just hold it in Harry. You're Marcel for them. Marcel, a nerd, a loser.

His fist was getting more loose and he kept missing. It hurt, but it's not the worse I've gotten. I can't blow my cover. They can't know my secret.

The punching stopped as the teacher came and broke through the crowd who had gathered around us. "What is going around here?!" Mr. Seeit, the English professor yelled furiously.

"Damon! Boys! And Marcel," he spoke softly at my name, looking at me with an emphatic look. "Come with me, right now!"

~*~

So there we sat. In silence, glaring at each other as Mr. Seeit look at our papers.

"I really doubt that Marcel was the cause of this. He is a top A student, with no bad records and you expect me to believe HE hit you first?" Mr. Seeit spoke up for me.

My face was hurting and trying to speak was hurting like hell. I wish I could just slam his face into the wall and break it to pieces. But I wasn't Harry Styles. I was Marcel Edwards.

I was tired of the bullying, but if they knew who I really was they would scream of fear, standing under me, kissing me toes.

I couldn't let anyone. I have been hidden well for so long now. I was not about to give up my cover for jocks that weren't anything but bullshit to me.

"Marcel. You may leave, I'm going to talk to Mr. Richie."

I nod as a thank you. Honestly, I was the teacher's favorite. But of all teachers Mr. Seeit was the one I actually kind of liked. All the others were shit. They only cared that I was smart.

Mr. Seeit was the one who really cared. If I was tired, he would ask if anything was alright. Not the type of annoying nosy kind of guy. But the caring type.

The others were only expecting the grade and not what we could understand. School is easy. You only need to remember. You can study for a test by repeating in several times and remembering it.

But do you actually understand what you remember?

I was in my own cloudy world as I saw her. She looked lost. Scared, and innocent.

Her eyes locked with mine as she slowly jogs towards me. "Oh my, are you OK? Look at what they have done to you," she rambles, looking anxious and pacing in front of me.

"This is all my fault, this shouldn't have happened." She blames herself.

"No no, I'm used to it. It's okay. It's not your fault"

She frowns, staring blankly at me. Searching for some kind of answers. "Used to it?" She makes a face of disgust. "That's so horrid. This is not the way I wanted to start school.. Now someone got hurt."

"Is there anywhere quiet and kind of isolated here?" She asks. Looking at me with her eyes filled with empathy.

"Hm.. Yeah. Follow me, uhm?.."

"Oh, Angelica. My name is Angelica." I smile at the name. Of course. What did I expect from an angel?

"And yours is...?" She smiles at me.

"Marcel, Marcel Edwards."

~ Storyteller's view ~

She walks closely behind him. Walking in his steps. She needed time to take in his appearance. She could sense something about him, but she didn't know what. She had this feeling that he could protect her. She walked even closer, taking in his cologne.

They walked towards and empty table behind the school where it was quiet. It was only them there. No one could bother them. No one could hurt them. She took out a plaster from her bag, I small one, putting it right above his eyebrow and put some medicine to prevent his bust lips from getting infected.

And he just sat there. Loving her presence. He wasn't supposed to get too close to anyone. He wasn't supposed to feel like it either. But he felt cared for. She blew on the bruised areas and wiped blood from his cheeks. "There you go, Marcel. That should do it." She spoke.

He wanted to speak. He wanted to say: "Thank you Angel." But he couldn't. It is not like he didn't want to. He really wanted to, but instead he just sat there. Looking at his Angel. His body was numb of her touch, and his lips were silent by his thoughts.

And this was the beginning and journey of the Angel and the undercover Devil.

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Waaaah, I'm not really sure about where I'm going.. I have a hint of the plot of this. But I'm still searching for a dangerous but solid story. So, I hope you guys can join this journey with me too!

I'm not the best author, but I will try to do my best to create something fulfilling all of your needs as fan girls!

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~ Jade