Teenage Dirtbag

Ch. 13

The following few weeks at school were quiet, I knew people suspected something between Marcel and I, but no one really talked to us enough to ask. He still wasn't comfortable enough for the stares I knew would come when the nerd and the girl that glared at everyone came out as a couple. Still, I was tired of pretending nothing was going on between us after so long.

            Sunday night he came over so we could study for the following day's history test, I was happy to see his hair wild and curly. The weather had started to turn cold, and he was dressed in jean's, and a dark green sweater. "Hi," I said as I pulled the door open.

            "Hey," he said grinning, kissing my cheek as he walked into the door. "You ready to get our study on?"

            "You mean am I ready for you to watch me study?"

            "Yes, but I did bring my notes for you," he said with a smirk, holding up his backpack.

            "Such a sweet boy," I said pinching his cheek. "Come on let's get upstairs," I took his hand and after stopping in the living room so he could say hello to my mom, we made our way up to my room.

           

            We crawled onto my bed and he pulled out all of his History notes, handing them to me. I gave him the remote and let him watch TV while I lay my head on his lap and read over the notes.

            My eyes started burning the second time I read through the notebook, and I dropped it on my stomach, letting my eyes close. "Take a break, babe. Watch some TV with me," and when I opened my eyes Marcel was looking down at me, his glasses pushed up on top of his head.

            "Good idea," I said as I sat up and put my back against the headboard. I linked my arm with his and rested my head on his shoulder. "Your notes, they're good. But there's so many of them."

            He smiled as he intertwined our fingers, "I've always been very studious."

            "You and your straight A's."

            "You and your D's and C's," he said back with a slight laugh.

            "Hey, I have a reputation to uphold," I said laughing with him, "speaking of reputations..."

            "Scar..."

            "Marcel please," I said sitting up and turning sideways so I was facing him, our hands still locked together. "I'm tired of pretending. I want to walk through the hallway and hold hands, I want to kiss you in front of people."

            He looked over at me, pulling his glasses down to rest on his nose, "Scarlett, I just don't know. I haven't even gone to school like this."

            "So do it tomorrow. I'll be with you the entire time, and like you said they won't even recognize you. If they do what are they gonna say? 'Oh look Marcel has awesome hair and a hot girlfriend,' That doesn't sound so bad to me."

            I was relieved when he smiled, "awesome hair huh?"

            "Don't forget the hot girlfriend. That part is really important."

           

            "I could never forget that part," he said grinning, "alright. Let's give it a shot."

            My face instantly lit up, "really," was all I could ask.

            "Yeah, really," he said nodding, and I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. "Easy there, we can't do anything if you break me," he said jokingly, wrapping his arms around my lower back.

            "Sorry," I said, pulling back to look at him before kissing all over his face.

            "Alright, alright," he laughed and kissed me once before pulling away, "if I'm going to pull all this off tomorrow I need to get home and sleep. And you need to sleep too if you have any chance passing that test."

            "Fine," and I released him from my hold. "So I'll see you in the morning, curly hair and all."

            He purposely shook his head, making his hair go out in all directions, "curly hair and all," he said as he got up from my bed. "Gonna walk me downstairs?"

            "If I must," I stood as he packed everything back into his backpack and we walked down stairs. My mother had fallen asleep in the living room so we quietly opened the door and stepped outside. "Well goodnight," I said as we slowly walked to his car.

            "Goodnight," he replied with a smile, and he leaned down to kiss me one more time before getting into his car. I stayed on the sidewalk and watched him drive down the street until he turned off my road. Rubbing my arm's I made my way back inside the house. While he was with me I hadn't noticed how cold it was, but now that he was gone I realized the house was very chilly.

            I stopped into the living room on my way back to my room to put a blanket over my mom who was sleeping soundly on the couch. Yawning I climbed the stairs to my bedroom, not even bothering to change into my pajama's I crawled under my covers and quickly fell asleep.