Styles triple trouble

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Marcel's pov
"Edward. Stay after the class. I want to talk with you" I heard Mr. Lache say. Oh no... I was sitting in the front so I turned to look at my little brother red with anger at the back of the classroom. I felt bad for him. Mr. Lache really does treat him unfairly. Then I look to my left to find Harry who was by the windows. He was watching Ward closely. We knew that he had some anger issues and Hazz was usually the one to handle the situations. But Ward was quiet. He was fuming and we could all see that but he hasn't moved an inch or even tried to talk back. He was just glaring at the teacher in total silence. With every minute I felt myself getting more and more worried about my brother. When I heard the bell I swear to God I got a stomach cramp. I packed my backpack and left the classroom. Harry following me. We both stood silent next to the door waiting for our little explosive brother.
"He got detention. I can feel it in my bones" I broke the silence.
"I know." Harry said quietly running hand through his curly hair.
"He's gonna be pissed.." with that a very angry looking Edward stormed out of the classroom. He didn't even look at us. He just walk past us without a word.
"He's gonna be mean.." my voice cracked at the end a bit and I looked down at my hands.
Harry just glanced at me and sighed.
"Don't worry Marce. He'll get over this. He's a big boy"
"I'm not worrying" I protested softly.
He chuckled and I frowned looking up at him.
"You're playing with your fingers and your voice cracked slightly. It really isn't that hard for me to read any of my lil brothers, you know?" He smirked.
I smiled at him. He was a really good older brother. Only about 40 minutes older but still.
Usually after school I'd go to the library to do my homework or just to read. In this time Harry'd have his football practice and Ward would be in detention. He used to have detention a lot. And by a lot I mean a lot. He changed tho. Most people didn't even notice but I did. He was really trying his best to be a better guy but everyone still saw him as a some kind of bad boy. That's true, he wasn't the nicest to people but it's only because he's shy... I wish people could see that. For the past month or so he would be coming to the library with me to study.
Today I was by myself. As I was walking to the locker to get my books I felt a strong push and almost fell on my face. I turned around and saw my worst, biggest nightmare. Adam Paul. He was always pushing me around, picking up on me whenever he could. He was friends with Harry but that didn't stop him from bullying me, quite the opposite, he was giving me a really hard time. Hazz wasn't aware and I didn't really want to tell him. I didn't want to tell Edward either for obvious reasons.. so I just kept my mouth shut hoping for a miracle I guess.
"Sup lil Styles" he laughed and I just kept my head low. "I said what is up little Styles" he hissed pushing me on more time.
"It's g-great. H-how are you?" I stuttered.
He laughed again. If you asked me what noise does pig make, I'd say that exactly the same as him..
"How are you even Harry's brother? I bet your mother was really disappointed when you showed up.. and where's the third piggy? Or should I say the wolf..?" I just clenched my jaw but stayed silent. One thing was bullying me but talking bad about my brothers? Whenever he was throwing shade at Ward I could feel my vains pulse.
"What a waste of time. Let's go guys" Adam said taking my glasses of and throwing them on the ground. One of his friends pushed me out of the way and hey all walked away.
I hated it so much but what could I do? Tell Harry and destroy their friendship or tell Edward and watch him kill this guy.. I picked up my  broken glasses, threw them to my bag and sighed. I walked out of the school and headed to the stands. I coudn't really read without my glasses so I decided to just watch the football practice. Besides I wanted to stay in my big brother's sight were I was safe.