The Marcel Makeover

Chapter 12

Marcel's POV

I turned my head around to see who was talking. It was Mr. White. This definitely meant trouble. Don't be weak Marcel, play it cool and careless.

"Hm? What?" I snapped at him.

He looked shocked. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Marcel how could you? Look at Mr. Tomlinson. You could've killed him."

"Yeah, I could've, if you hadn't disturbed me. Now what do you want?"

He looked angry now.

"Marcel Styles. You, young man, are going to go to my office and wait for me there. Now. I have to being Mr. Tomlinson to the nurse, maybe even the hospital." He said, eyes narrowing at me.

"Well, I also need to go to the nurse. Can't you see?" I pointed to my nose.

He sighed deeply, "Alright."

Zayn's POV

"Holy smoke, there's been a fight between Tommo and the new kid." Said a girl that was sitting next to the window in class, looking curiously outside.

The new kid?

Shoot, Marcel.

Louis probably beat the daylights out of him.

Crap. Crap. Crap.

What do I do?

Gemma's going to murder me.

"Miss, may I go to the toilet? It's really urgent." I frantically asked the teacher.

"Oh yes, of course. Why is everyone gathering around the window?"

"I don't know." I shrugged and walked to the door, opening it, stepping outside, and closing it again. My bag was in my locker, I didn't have to worry about that.

I ran down the stairs, to the nurse's room. I opened the door an looked inside.

On the left side of the room, Marcel was sitting, with an icepack on his head. He was looking down at his lap.

"Marcel?" I asked, how badly was he injured?

He looked up. "Aye. That's me."

Oh, not as bad as I thought.

"Where's Louis?" I asked.

"He's in this room," he replied, pointing to a door beside him,"might have to go to hospital, his injuries are that bad."

"Wow. You're quite strong, I mean you beat Louis."

"Hm," he shrugged, "yeah, I guess. He made me mad, you know. Plus, I've got to live up to the fact that I am different now."

This made me think differently about what we've done.

Marcel's in deep trouble now, and it might be my fault.

But I don't care. It's his problem. I suggested to change him, give him this makeover, and he said yes to it.

So really, it's his own problem if he gets into trouble, not mine. He's got to sort it out, not me.

"Should we skip the rest of school?" I asked.

"I don't know, Mr. White wants me in his office after this."

"OK. I'm leaving, I'll be at the shopping center."

"I'll call you once I'm out of the dragon's cave." He said with a smirk.

"Alrighty then." I laughed, and left.

Marcel's POV

A few minutes after Zayn left, I heard footsteps.

It was Mr. White.

"Come, Styles."

I stood up and left the icepack on my chair before following him.

Before I knew it, I was sitting in his office opposite him.

"Do you know what you've done, Styles?" he asked.

"Yeah." I replied nonchalantly.

"And what did you do?"

"Beat the shit out of Tomlinson."

"Language."

"I'm speaking English, sir."

"Why did you hurt Mr. Tomlinson?"

"He deserved it."

"What did he do to deserve it?"

"Oh, I don't know, beat the shit out of me multiple times, before I did the same to him?"

"If this happened, why didn't you inform me, or another member of staff?"

"I didn't feel like it."

"Mm."

"Can I go?"

"I shall send an e-mail to your paren-"

"No."

"No?"

"I said no."

"And why not?"

"Because I don't have any parents."