Saving Him ≫ Harcel

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Marcel rushed into his first period class about 10 minutes after the bell rang. His breath was heavy as he walked past his teacher.

"Glad you decided to join us this morning, Marcel." Marcel just nodded and kept his head down on the way to his seat. Thankfully, no one decided to try and trip him this morning, but he still didn't make it to his desk without some type of bullying. Some of the jocks whispered "fag" as he walked by, and many of the students in the class snickered at it, but after getting beat up twice, and getting called all the horrible things Allen called him, he could deal with giggling girls and stupid jocks in class. He made eye contact with Mikaila across the room, and she offered him a reassuring smile, which oddly enough made him feel a lot better. When he sat down in his seat, his teacher continued talking.

"Like I was saying, class. I'm going to divide you all into groups of two, and you'll work together on a book report." There was a collection groans when the class realized they'd be getting paired up by the teacher, but no one said anything more. Marcel was really hoping to be paired with Mikaila, or some other nice person, but there wasn't a huge variety in this room. As if to prove that thought, the guy who sat next to him tapped his desk to get Marcel's attention, and then wrote, "YOU ARE DISGUSTING" on his notebook and showed it to him, who quickly started drawing to distract himself. Marcel had always liked to draw, ever since he was young, but it wasn't something he shared with a lot of people. The only reason Louis found out he loved it so much was a few years ago when Lou was going through Marcel's things. Marcel usually threw away he drawings after he was finished with them, but for some reason he had a few lying around, which Louis saw. Since then Louis always asked Marcel to draw things for him, which he didn't mind. It was Louis.

Marcel kept his head down the whole time the groups were called, so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't realize who he was drawing until the paper was snatched from his grasp and a rude laugh fell from the lips ahead of him. 

"Drawing your boyfriend, fag?" Harry sneered, dangling the picture in front of Marcel's face. 

"No." He whispered, reaching up to grab his paper back, but Harry was standing, so he could easily hold it out of Marcel's reach.

"No no, don't lie to me Marcel, I'd know this face anywhere! His name is Louis, am I right? I got a few videos sent to me from the other night, you two were at the fair together how... Hm.. Hey Anthony, what's the word I'm looking for?" Harry said, turning to a kid who was probably surprised Harry even knew he existed. They weren't friends by any standards, seeing as Harry was super popular and Anthony was some computer geek with acne and a stutter. It irked Marcel that Harry would rather talk to that nerd than himself, but a everything about Harry irked him, so this was nothing new. 

"I-I'm sorry what Harry?" Anthony stuttered, shifting nervously in his shoes. 

"I said, waht's the word I'm looking for?" Harry's voice was velvet, but the look in his eyes told Anthony that he wasn't kidding around. 

"T-to describe, what?" Anthony asked, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"Disgusting! That's what it was! Thanks Anthony, your face helped me figure it out. Disgusting Marcel, your and Louis disgust me." Anthony looked hurt as he walked away from Harry, and Marcel was pissed again. He didn't want to let this guy push him around, but he was slightly afraid of what would happen if he started a fight with him. 

"Don't worry about it anyways, Harold, we're not even together anymore so you can just kindly fuck off." Marcel said, snatching his sketch out of Harry's hands and finishing the hair. Harry looked slightly astonished at first, but he quickly recovered. 

"Oh, the little couple had a falling out? How upsetting. Oh and sorry to say but," Harry pulled out a chair and set it down across from Marcel. He sat down and leaned across the table, his face inches away from Marcel's and said with a smirk "We're partners." 

"Great." Marcel said, leaning away from Harry. He had to admit, from an outsider's point of view, Harry was very attractive, but he was also a major douche bag, so he wasn't going to let himself develop any feeling for Harry except distaste.

"Here's our book." Harry dropped a big hardcover copy of "The Grapes of Wrath" onto the desk. "Now Marcel, if you were any other average nerd, I'd have you do this yourself, but you're not. You're some stupid faggot who I wouldn't trust to sharpen my pencil, let alone be responsible for my grade. So I've thought this out! At first I didn't want any of your homo stinking up my house and getting all over my things, but if I were to go to your house, I'd be surrounded by gay! So you'll be coming over to my house to work on it every day after school until we finish this." Harry wrote down his address on a slip of paper just as the bell rang. "Don't be late, I don't wait for faggots." With that he stood up, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and left the room. 

"Fucking asshole." Marcel grumbled, packing up his things to go. 

"Oh my goodness Marcel, I'm SO sorry you got paired up with that jerk!" Mikaila put her hand on Marcel's shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look. 

"It's fine." Marcel said. "I'm just thankful I didn't get someone who would make me do all the work. I mean the only reason he's helping me with it is because I'm gay and he doesn't trust me, but still. I'm going over to his house after school every day this week to work on it."

"Ew." 

"I know, but at least that means it should be over quickly, right?"

"I guess," She said, glancig at Harry across the room. "but I still don't like the idea of you at his house. You know how much of a homophobic ass hole he is, what if he tries to hurt you?"

"I'll be fine, Mikaila. Besides, look at me! I'm not much smaller than him at all, I can protect myself just fine."

The two of them walked out of class together and down the hall, Marcel doing his best not to think about the upcoming afternoon. Today was the first day of school he actually dreaded ending.