The Marcel Makeover

Chapter 11

"Who's he?"

"I do not know, looks a bit like Marcel..."

"Hm, what if it's his brother?"

"I don't know, he's cute though."

"Yeah, yeah, you're right."

Those were only some of the comments I heard as I was walking through the corridors of school. I ran a hand through my new hair, sighing as I reached my locker.

"He's at Marcel's locker." said a girl.

Just then Zayn arrived and opened his locker as well.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked.

"Good, thanks, what about you?"

"Fine. Don't worry about the stares people are giving you. They think you're a newbie." He chuckled.

"Are you, you know, gonna tell 'em that it's me?" I asked, slammig my locker shut, the clang of my two gold rings banging against the metal door, sending an echo through the hallway. A few heads turned to look at me. And yeah, Gemma persuaded me to put on a necklace and a couple of rings, to go with the look. I now have a thin silver necklace with a cross.

"Well, yeah, I was planning to. Just, please don't act so nerdy."

"I'll try."

"Oh, and you can forget Beth."

"What? Why? I thought you guys broke things."

"We did, she kidnapped my girlfriend."

"Ha, that's a funny joke, I'm not falling for it." I said and walked away. As if. Beth wouldn't do something like that.

I walked to my History class, just a couple of minutes before the bell rang.

As I walked in, I saw the whole class chatting loudly.

I sat in my usual seat, and got a weird look from Niall, who sits beside me.

"Ah, hey, I'm Niall. You must be new."

I laughed, "No, Niall, I'm not new. I'm Marcel."

"Uh... You don't look like Marcel. Marcel wears glasses."

"Contact lenses."

"Well Marcel doesn't have that hair."

"Changed my hairstyle."

"Hm... You sure sound like Marcel."

"That's 'cause I am Marcel."

"Well, you've changed Marcel. Overnight miracle, eh?"

"No, Zayn helped me change. You know, the bullying had to quit, I had to change."

"I understand." No, he didn't.

Niall was just one of the few people that didn't bully me, he was nice to everyone.

The teacher came in, breathing heavily.

"Sorry I'm late class." He said, taking a board marker out of his briefcase.

"So, today we are going to learn abo- Oh! Hi, you must be a new student." He said to me.

"Aye sir, he's not. It's Marcel." Niall replied for me.

All students turned their heads to look at me, their mouths open.

Louis was there, he was raising his eyebrows and smirking.

He was gonna talk to me after the lesson, I'm sure.

"Marcel? Oh my, well, you've changed!"

I chuckled and nodded.

"Let's hope he isn't a nerd anymore though." Louis added, throwing his hands up, the bird tattoo on his forearm showing.

"Louis, be quiet."The teacher said sternly. And with that, the lesson began.

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"You little freak. Why'd you change?" Louis asked me.

We were currently outside of the school building, and he had me cornered.

"Because I had to."

"What made you think that?"

"Stop interrogating me."

"I will do what I want to do!"

Woah. The brave part of me was slowly fading away.

"Of c-course."

"Ha, you've started the stutter again. Weakling. Speak to me!" Je said, grabbing my hair and making me face him.

I grunted with pain.

"Let go."

"Nah, I don't really feel like it. Now tell me, why did you change. Were you bullied too much? Did it get to you? Aw, little Marcel was scared."

That's freaking it.

I lifted my knee and hit him right in the stomach.

"Argh! You little-" He didn't get the chance to finish because I had punched him in the nose.

Blood was dripping everywhere, Louis was helplessly clutching his nose, and I was breathing heavily.

"Louis Tomlinson. You listen to me," I said, this time grabbing his hair and making him look up at me, "I've had enough. You've treated me badly and now it's time for you to get a taste of your own medicine."

"Where'd you learn to fight?"

Instead of answering the question, I kept punching his face until he fell to the floor. My vision was clouded with red spots.

He was rolling on the floor, whining, but I hadn't finished yet.

I had changed.

I was a badboy now.

I kicked his ribs, hearing a crack. I might have broken one, or two. But right now, I don't care.

I eventually kicked him everywhere I could find, and Louis, in the worst state ever, got up and spoke to me.

"You jerk. I'm not going down without a fight." He said, blood smeared, and his body bruised and battered.

And then he punched me right in the jaw. I stumbled backwards, holding my jaw. I didn't fall down though. There was definitely going to be a bruise there tomorrow.

He sent another blow to my eye, which was going to result me into getting a black eye. He punched my nose again, and when the blood started flowing out, I fell to the ground.

He was standing over me now, laughing, or at least trying to, but he was in so much pain it was impossible.

I lifted my leg and hit him in a place he definitely doesn't want to be hit.

I stood up, trying to stop the blood from my nose with my arm, but it wasn't helping.

That's when I heard a masculine voice behind me.

"Marcel?"

I turned around, and came face to face with the school's principal.