LOSER (ZARCEL)

CHAPTER 11

MARCEL'S POINT OF VIEW

I immediatly regret those words once I said them.

Surprisingly, her face looked hurt.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I do care about you, it's just that I did kind of use you for popularity." Why am I confessing this stuff to her? My career would only go downhill from here.

"It's okay," she replied, giving me shock. "I was only using you too, but you just ruined my plans," she smiled deviously.

My stomach turned, and she spoke again.

"Did you really think I cared for you? I just wanted to use you, to make a mess upon your innocence, just like all the other boys," she said with confidence, "Just like Zayn."

I still couldn't speak, I just felt numb. I don't know why I even felt this way; I should have known she was using me as well.

"You're just another person in the crowd," she began again, "hopeless with nothing to say."

I finally felt the strength to speak.

"Don't you get tired of it? Going through guys like a camera film? Isn't life better than just wanting to hook up with every man in sight?" I snapped.

"When there's nobody to teach you how to be a lady, I don't really know any better," she explained. "There was no motherly figure to be here and show me how to live, but there was a drunk woman who barged into the house every other week."

I wanted to comfort Cher and tell her that I was there for her, but that's what the old me would do. What would the new me do right now?

"Stop begging to make me pity you. If you had no mother to teach you how to be a lady, you might as well look it up online. Google has a lot of great resources."

And with that, I left without another word.

ZAYN'S POINT OF VIEW

"Look at the coffee," Perrie cooed. "It looks so pretty!"

She found the opportunity to take a photo, and so she did, pulling out her iPhone 5s, that I also happened to buy her on her birthday last year.

"I'm glad I got to spend this night with you. A lot has been on my mind," I told her as she began to eat her sandwich.

She quickly tried to swallow her food so she could reply. "I'm glad you said that. What has been on your mind?"

She took another bite of her meal as I laid it all on her.

"Well, it's basically Marcel. I finally got him to at least like me, but then he started to date Cher. I think," I began. "Ever since he's started talking to her, she's the only person he does anything with. They even skipped this afternoon together. It's, I don't know," I said in thought.

"Frustrating?" she offered.

"Yeah," I said, "Frustrating.

Perrie sat up in her seat. "Well, I'll have you know that that's how I've felt about you." she said lightly, "About us."

"Why would you say that?" I quickly questioned.

"It's exactly this," she said while waving her hands in the space between us, "All you're thinking about is Marcel. You've stopped doing things with me for Marcel. It's been bothering me lately, but I just didn't know how to address it until now."

"I-" I was quick to stop myself.

I thought about it, and as always, she was correct. I ditched her for Marcel in choir, I chose to talk to Marcel but not her, and there were many more instances where I ditched Perrie for Marcel.

"You're right. I'm sorry Perrie."

"I don't even know why you are so obsessed with him anyway," she said, "It's like you're gay for him or something."

"Don't say that." I defended with a frown.

"Why? It's kind of true," she shrugged.

"It's a sensitive topic you're talking about," I stated.

"It's not like it would bother you," she stated, "You're not gay."

I'm not, but I kinda like Marcel?

"It doesn't matter." I defended.

"Okay, we don't need to argue about this."

"Okay."

She sighed.

"So.."

I guess it was time.

"Perrie, I need to tell you something," I began.

"Yeah?"

"I think, that, well, we should, you know," I tried to say.

"A-are you trying to say what I think you're trying to say?" Perrie stammered.

"Uh well," I said, then sighed. "Yeah."

"Why? Why would you want that?" her eyes were becoming glossy now.

"I-I've sort of have feelings for someone else, and I don't want to hurt you." I tried to explain.

"Are you serious! Who is this person that stole your heart!" she said, her voice getting louder, which made me glad that we chose to eat outside, where nobody else was.

"That's not important. What's important is that there's a reason why I'm letting you go."

"Not important? This is ridiculous!" she went on. "I thought we were meant to be, but I guess not."

"Perrie, it's not like that-" I tried to reassure her before getting cut off.

"It's not like that? Because that's exactly how it sounds!"

"I'm sorry Perrie."

"Fine. If this girl decides to reject you, then don't come crawling back to me, you prick." she scowled.

She grabbed her things and stood up.

"I hate you." she stated before leaving the resturaunt.

"I know." I sighed after she was gone.

MARCEL'S POINT OF VIEW

Out of all the people, I rang up Zayn.

"Hello?" he said.

"It's me, Marcel." I said, though there's a 100 percent chance that Zayn already knew.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Can we go to like the park or something? We need to talk," I explained.

He was probably elated to hear I wanted something to do with him.

"Uh, yeah, sure. Do you want me to pick you up or something?"

"Yeah. I'm in front of my house." I told him.

"Okay. I'll be there in a few minutes," Zayn said.

"Alright. Thanks."

"Yeah, bye."

"Bye."