Crazy about her (Marcel fanfiction)

Chapter 2: His voice

Ava Lee pov

My first day has been nothing but a train wreck. I don't like a lot of friends, but it seems that I don't have to worry about that. It seems that even though I am new, no one seems to pay any mind to my presence.

I had a free period, 2 hours after lunch. It was nice, it gave me a little time to recollect my thoughts, and take in the new school.

I had already organized all of my belongings, according to my classes, and my schedule. So I had nothing left to do but relax for a time.

I was examining my surroundings, when I saw him.

I wasn't sure what to think. I had been seeing him in most of my classes but physics. When ever he was around I heard immediate whispers about him. They were all mean, so I chose to ignore them. He seemed alright to me. He minded his own business and never bothered anyone.

I realized I had been staring for a while when he looked up at me and instantly became nervous. You could see it in his movements. He was drawing something?

I told myself that it was really weird to keeping looking, but something about him intruiged. Was it his outfit? No one but him dressed like that. His very own style. Was it his hair? It was a style that was professional but also something that fit him. He didn't seem like he was his age. Atleast looks.

Oh. He looked up at me again.. He knows I am watching him. He is trying so hard it seems to keeping his attention off of me.

I want to talk to him. What did I have to lose? I had already been caught watching him. Not that I tried to hide it.

I pulled out the seat next to him, " Hi, I'm Ava Lee. I noticed you were working alone. And I wanted company." I raised my eyebrows hoping I didn't come off rude.

He only stared at me with obvious shock. It seemed he was dazed by me talking to him...

"mind if I sit with you?" I waited for an answer. Nothing. So I sat. "Can I ask you your name?"

" y-you shouldn't-t be here! Oh, this isn't-t good! I hav-ve to leave. Oh, I hope no one seen us." he stuttered at me and quickly gathered his belongings. "my-y names Marcel, and whatever you hear-r about-t me. It's true.." and then he went.

Something was weird. All I wanted to do was talk. He didn't like me? Hmm. I wonder if I said something wrong.

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Hey! How was this chapter? Different point of view. I want this to mostly be Marcel's pov. But I want to add hers Every once in a while. Let me knows what you think :)

-AB