The Marcel Makeover

Chapter 7

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Marcel's POV

What do I do now? Laugh, and pretend it was a good joke? Might as well.

He looked at me, eyebrow raised.

"Uh...I wasn't joking, mate. I really want to be your friend. And, I'm sorry for making your life miserable."

"You aren't the only one making it the way it is." I added quietly.

"What? Who else is?"

"Louis."

"Oh right. Yeah. Well, um, I'm sure I can try fix that."

"Yeah. Right." Zayn was slowly annoying me with his joke, and I was going to snap.

"Woah. OK, mate, chill."

"How the heck do you expect me to bloody chill?! You have made my life a living hell. You have judged me in every way possible, all since the fifth grade! It's not fair, it's so not fair! You have tried to make every single person in this school hate me! You are a selfish, stupid brat! You hit me, hurt me, emotionally an physically, and you round up allies like Louis to make me feel bad. You, my friend, are an egotistical jerk," I let all my anger out sighing and walking away, "we'll do the tutoring tomorrow. I don't want to do it today." I spat.

Wait... What did I just do?

I directed all my anger toward Zayn. And he could murder any minute, if he felt like it.

But no, instead he looked surprised, which worried me.

Uh oh.

"L-Look I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, m-maybe we, uh, we should just y-you know, g-go and do the t-tutoring lesson, y-yeah?" I immediately apologised.

"No," he replied, "you're right, I'm a bad person for doing all that. And you're right, we should just ditch this tutoring time and go and grab a drink."

Was he flippin' kidding me?

This dude wanted to kill me less than an hour ago!

I swear he's like bipolar or something.

"Marcel, mate, I'm no joking. I want to be your friend. Why don't we explain this all over a cup o' coffee?"

I raised my eyebrows.

"You want to go grab a coffee with... with me?"

"Man, it's not a date, so, um, I'm sorry if you thought we were going ou-"

I laughed.

"Just 'cause I'm a nerd doesn't mean I don't date girls..."

He laughed too. It felt good to be laughing with someone else.

"Let's hit the road!" Zayn said.

We went to the school's parking lot, were Zayn had parked his Jeep.

The car ride was filled with slightly awkward silence.

"Zayn, do you really... Want to be friends?" I asked quietly looking down at the books in my lap.

He averted his gaze from the street and glanced at me quickly.

He sighed, "Yes. Yeah, I do. I know, it will seem weird to you, but I've realised that what I've been doing is wrong. Nobody deserves to be treated the way I treated you. Are you gonna forgive me?"

"No," I replied simply, "I shan't forgive you. Or trust you. But I don't mind being friends with you. Remember though, I don't forgive you and I don't trust you."

He looked slightly taken aback, but he nodded his head slowly.

"Here we are," he said, hopping out of the car while I unbuckled my seatbelt.

Zayn's POV

He didn't forgive me.

He didn't trust me.

Fair enough.

But what were my friends gonna say 'bout this? They definitely aren't gonna be happy, especially Tomlinson.

Eh, screw it.

We walked into the little warm café were I ordered a coffee and Marcel ordered tea. We sat down at an empty table.

"So, um... What- What are your friends gonna say about us being friends?" He asked nervously.

I shrugged carelessly, "They won't be too happy, that's for sure."

"Yeah, and they'll probably bully me even more. And then we won't be friends anymore. And then we'll both return to our lives, like nothing ever happened. Unless... Unless I changed. Became like you. You know bad boy, tattoos and all. Bad grades,"

And that's when a lightbulb light up in my head.

"But I won't change, at least not for your friends. If it were someone else, I would consider it. But, it's hard to change. Because we are completely different."

"What if you had to change for Beth?" I asked slyly. He still liked my girlfriend. And he still wasn't off the hook.

"W-What are you talking about?" He asks, suddenly nervous.

"Look, I now you like my girlfriend. You're bad at hidin' it. Tell you what: you don't want to be bullied, right? You want people to like who you are. And maybe, maybe it is worth changing, for everyone. I know you want people to like who you are, being nerdy and all, but let's face it mate, that's not gonna happen."

"Well, I don't really think Beth even likes the 'bad boy' type."

"How come she's dating me? 'Cause she feels sorry for me? Nah, I doubt it."

"True. But how do I change for Beth when she's dating you?"

"I... Well, I... I've been seeing someone else, and-"

"You're cheating on Beth," he gasped, "she doesn't deserve that Zayn."

"Exactly, that's why she's all yours. I doubt that she likes me anyway."

He nodded, "This has really been a heart-to-heart conversation, you know?" He chuckled.

"Yeah. So, are you gonna change?"

"Do you guys do anything illegal?"

"Haha, no. Well... except for drinking underage. But every 17-year old does that nowadays, so whatever."

"Nothing other than that? I mean underage drinking... Well, scientifically, that's fine for a fully developed 17-year old's body, as they are old enough and physically mature."

"Stop being nerdy again."

"Right. Yes."

"So, you up for a change, or nah?"

"Let's do this." He grinned.