(Zayn's POV)
Truthfully I kinda felt bad for Marcel. He always stayed to himself and barely bothered anybody. Me and Marcel actually used to be buddies in elementary school but when I met Louis I just had to become his friend just for the popularity. If it was up to me I would seriously stop picking on Marcel but everyone would think I was a pussy and would make fun of me. I can't risk losing my popularity over some nerd that I haven't talked to since 5th grade. It will just make me look bad. I am starting to get tired of Louis' bullshit though. I don't get why he always gets me and every other footie member to beat up Marcel when he should be doing be own dirty work himself. It gets annoying at times when he orders us around like we're some type of dogs or something. Don't get me wrong though, Louis is like a brother to me . I just wish I could really tell him how I feel about him.... or will that be a little too much to ruin our friendship. Maybe one day I can tell him, perhaps maybe one day he will feel the same way towards me.... just maybe.
(Marcel's POV)
I moaned in pain as I got up and picked up my books off the floor. Why was I so dumb? I spoke up to Louis earlier but I didn't just a minute ago when he made his buddies beat me up. Seriously what is wrong with that dude? Why in the hell does he get everyone else to beat me up but doesn't do it himself? Is he hiding something from me or something? Does he secretly feel bad for me and just gets other people to do it just so he doesn't seem bad? I don't know but, Louis is hiding something and I'm gonna have to swallow my pride and ask him why he picks on me today in detention. Maybe I may get somewhere with it, maybe I can get him to stop picking on me!
I spotted Niall with his new girlfriend at lunch after 2nd period which for me was Drama class with Mrs.Halbrookes. Hailey frowned at me curiously as I sat down at the table. "Okay Marcel what's wrong and I don't wanna hear an excuse, she said when I started eating. "N-nothing h-happened I lied. For a minute Bailey paused but then her eyes grew as she got the idea what happened to me in her head."OMG was that you who those jocks were beating up?!! she asked. I slowly nodded my head afraid of the reaction she would give."Was it Louis again lad? Niall asked. "Isn't it always Louis? I replied. "Marcel you really need to start giving those guys a piece of your mind or I will!! suggested Hailey. "Well um actually I have detention for a tardy after school today and Louis does too, and I was thinking maybe I can talk to him and see why he treats me the way that he does. "That actually sounds like a good idea mate, and make sure you let me know if he puts his hands on you again, said Niall as he shoved a couple fries in his mouth. "Sweetheart, just make sure not to get yourself hurt okay? said Hailey. I. nodded my head and then continued eating my lunch. This might be it, it might be the end of.Louis' terror.
Hey guys!!!, so I've came up with the idea to only have Marcel, Louis and Zayn's POV in the story. The reason behind that is because the story is afterall a Loucel fanfic!! And there's also a reason Zayn has his own POV. There will be a huge twist to the story later on involving Zayn so you gotta KEEP READING, VOTING, and COMMENTING ttylxox
peace.larry.chocolate<3 -Quai
Chapter 3
(Louis' POV)
The rest of the day flew by quickly, and now I have to go to detention with that nerdy son of a bitch Marcel. I don't know why that rank teacher had to do this to me on the first day of school!! If you ask me I really think that his old pruney ass needs to retire or something instead of sitting around in a school for 8 hours making peoples lies a living hell. I was barely late when I got there and yet he still gives me detention!! I really don't want to be in the same room with Marcel for an hour and a half. He might make me want to beat the living shit out of him. Even though honestly I wouldn't do that. Is it wasn't for Jacob rubbing off on me I probably wouldn't be bisexual at all. Wherever he is, I just hope he's happy....NOT!!!!.
