Revenge (Punk Niall Horan)

Chapter 47

HOLLA FOR THAT ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE THO. THANK THE LORD FOR WHITE SHIRTS.

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Niall’s point of view

In school on Monday, I was able to approach Marcel.

He looked tired, his hair unruly since he had failed to gel it back this morning. While he still had on his nice dress pants, he had only bothered to throw on a white t-shirt, which also happened to be wrinkled. From the disheveled hair to the loop-sided glasses, I could tell that I was going to have to approach him gently. 

“Hey man,” I greeted. “How you feeling?”

“Just peachy,” he drawled.

I stuck my hands into my pockets and shifted awkwardly.

“Have you talked to her?” I asked, not sure about what response I would get.

He slammed his locker shut. “By talk do you mean fiercely avoid eye contact at the dinner table and wonder why the hell she isn’t up at college and out of my house? In that case, yes, it was a riveting conversation.”

He pushed passed me, plowing through my shoulder in the process.

To say I was shocked by the way he was acting would be a major understatement. 

Marcel always seemed to be the level headed one. If I was expecting anyone to give me sarcastic shit it would be Jane. I mean, I get that everything with his sister blows, but we have more important things to deal with right now. He can’t just decide that he’s done. He knows way too much. He knows the most out of everybody.

I quickly turned and walked after him towards his first period class.

“We need to talk, Marcel,” I said after him.

He stopped and turned to look at me. “And what is so god-damn pressing that it has to happen right now?”

“Dude, relax,” I blinked in shock. “It can wait. At lunch though, we can talk about it then. You don’t have to tell the others you know?”

The tenseness in his shoulders appeared to release a bit. “What do you mean?”

“We can just tell them that we heard that Derek was dealing drugs. We don’t have to tell them about your sister. It’s not important to them.”

“I thought we were suppose to tell eachother about everything,” he said, looking solemn and exhausted, as if being angry was draining all of the energy he already didn’t have.

I clapped my hand onto his shoulder causing him to stumble a bit. “For now, we can keep it between us. We’re going to take care of this.” I wasn’t exactly sure how truthful I was being, but it seemed to make him a bit happier. Sometimes we lie for the sake of someone else. 

“Thanks,” he sighed, and turned to go to class without saying anything more.

I sat through my classes, not paying attention to anything that was being said. Quite frankly, I never was anymore. I could care less. It seems to go unnoticed though, considering the fact that I’m sitting in a room full of seniors that also don’t give a shit at this point.

I was welcomed at the lunch table by James and Jane both brainstorming about how everything was going to go down on friday. James had confirmed that Gregory would be going to a party at the frat house this coming Friday.

Marcel and Wendy both walked towards the lunch table carrying lunch trays. They both sat in their normal seats and I dove right into it.

“Alright, Marcel, since you weren’t able to make it to the library this weekend, you didn’t hear about Derek. James found out that our football star here is actually playing for the other team.” I smirked.