The Jock, The Womaniser, The Geek. The Styles Triplets.

Chapter three: 03

Edward left the group alone, Harry apologised to Lydia before retreating back to his table.

Before they knew it, it was last period. Lydia and Marcel were sat together at their table. Working on equations together. Lydia let a huff fall from her lips.

"It's only the first day." She places her pencil down and rolled her eyes. "We're not supposed to do work yet." Marcel couldn't help but laugh at her frustration.

"Hey- don't laugh at me Marcy." She used his nickname with a wide smile. And Marcel didn't mind when she used it. "Not all of us can be as smart as you." She gestured to his work, seeing he was already on the last question.

"You're doing fine, let me see." He lifted her paper and saw she had only answered two questions.

"You've only answered two, and two is wrong." He looked at her with a small smile. She shrugged and let out a quiet groan.

"I give up." So that's when Marcel leaned over and started helping her with her work. And by the end of class, she was kind of getting it.

"So that answer is 28?" She looked at Marcel, in which he nodded.

"See, you got it." He said as the bell rang. They both packed away in a comfortable silence.

"You're getting the bus right?" She asked. Marcel nodded with a small smile.

"Good." And with that said they walked out the front doors. They reached the car park for the students when a whistle caught their attention.

"Marcy!" They looked up at Edward yelling his name across the area. Some people chuckled lightly causing both Lydia and Marcel to scowl. "You need a ride?" He asked. As he and Harry walked over.

"No Ed, I get the bus, did you both hit your head and are suffering with short term memory loss? What's with asking me to get a ride with you?" He asked with an annoyed tone.

"We're seniors now." Edward placed a hand on Marcel's shoulder.

"I'm getting the bus with Lydia."

"She can ride with us aswell." Harry pepped up from beside Lydia. Lydia looked up between the triplets.

"Uh- I don't mind." She shrugged.

"Then it's settled come on." Edward smiled widely. Walking the group over to the car. He opened the door for Lydia to climb in.

Harry sat in the passenger seat, while Marcel and Lydia climbed in the back. The car ride was silent until they pulled out of the school area.

"So! Lydia, where are you from love?" Edward asked.

"First don't call me love. Second I'm from Buffalo New York." She answered with a wide smile at the end.

"Why did you move? If you don't mind me asking." Harry looked back and asked. She waved a hand.

"My Mom And Dad divorced and my Mom wanted to get as far away as she possibly could." She shrugged. "But I don't mind it here, it's very cosy." She added.

Edward and Harry went back and forth asking questions. Like, her age, siblings? Which was a no. And so forth.

"Just there." Lydia leaned over the middle console and pointed to the big white and grey house from the morning. "Thanks guys." She said as she climbed out.

"See you later Marcy." She was about to close the door, then stopped. "Actually, can I have your number? So we can text and stuff, about- like math." She looked nervous asking the question. Marcel looked dumbfounded. He didn't move to reach for his phone.

"Here, I have it." Harry pulled out his phone and read of his younger brothers number. Lydia smiled and thanked him.

"Thanks, text you later." She held up the phone and shook it before closing the door with a slam.

Edward waved from behind his windshield as she ran passed. All three boys waited for her to enter her home before the two in the front shared a look.

Marcel walked through his front door. The older two following behind. They were met with they mother reading a book on the couch.

"Hey sweetie-" She looked at them all. "Oh? You're home at the same time." She looked shocked but didn't add to the subject.

"How was school boys?" Anne asked with a kind smile. All the boys smiled back. If there was one thing they could agree on, they adored their mother.

"It was good Mom, little Marcy though, he met a girl." Edward smirked. Before leaving his little brother to answer the questions. Walking up the stairs.

"Really? Oh how lovely." She expressed. Marcel shook his head.

"Mom, no it's not like that, she's new. She just needed some help around school and stuff." He sat down on the recliner. "She probably won't even remember by tomorrow." He added with a small pout. Anne looked at her son sadly.

"No don't say that, she'll definitely remember you." She jumped in quickly. Harry walked in with an apple and shrugged.

"Yeah, why else will she ask for your number?" He asked, leaning on the door frame.

"Because, I don't know, maybe she liked you two, you are the attractive ones after all." Marcel shrugged.

"We're triplets Marcy! Me and you are practically identical." Harry exclaimed.

"You and I." Marcel corrected seeing as he didn't know how to respond. Harry rolled his eyes and walked away with a huff.

"Forget I even tried." He called lightly. Anne sighed as she watched her two sons.

"Why can't you just listen to him, please don't have another school year of bickering."

"Sorry Mom." Marcel answered like a puppy that just got yelled at. He stood up and kissed her head.

"I'll be upstairs if you need me." She nodded and smiled.

"Alright love."

Marcel walked up the stairs passing his brothers rooms. The doors were closed, Harry's door graffitied with stickers that he put up when they were 7, being too lazy to take them down.

Edwards was a clean door though, he had the letter 'E' though on it, that had been their since he first got his own room.

Then their was Marcels room. The door had nothing on it. Marcel just rolled his eyes and closed his door with a dragged out sigh.

One day down, hundred and eighty nine to go.