Crazy about her (Marcel fanfiction)

Chapter 6: not a surprise...

Ava's pov

5:00 am. I don't want to be awake this early..  I woke up out of excitement, but geez. I still need sleep.

Marcel has something to show me..he is so confusing. One minute he tells me that we shouldn't be friends, then he wants show me things.

I guess I will just have to wait abd see...atleast he talks to me now. Baby steps I suppose.

I hopped out of bed and began to get ready. Atleast I had more time to look better than I did yesterday. I was a mess. Post-sick look isn't flattering at all.. I curled my hair into tight, bouncy curls abd decided on a light natural look for my make-up. I slipped on a pair of faded denim skinny jeans and a Grey low-cut v-neck T-shirt and black pumps.

It was a little much.. Ok, a lot much. But, it wasn't like I was trying to impress Marcel we were only friends.

He needed a friend. I need a friend. I mean he is handsome, but I don't like him. And I doubt he likes me like that. He doesn't even trust me.

I need to just quit.  I knew very well I didn't like him like that anyways. "just friends" I kept telling myself.

FINALLY 7:00 WAS HERE!  was he walking?  Were 'we' walking? 

Nope.

He pulled up in a sleek, black dodge challenger. Why didn't he drive this beauty everywhere!  He got out, and patiently waited for me at the passenger side. I approached him,  and he held the door open for me, such a gentleman. He closed the door tightly and and made his way to the drivers side.

He carefully backed out of the driveway, we were off to school.

He seemed nervous, but not to be around me. I think it was to meet more new people. Maybe his car. Maybe he was afraid to be seen with me for my sake. I don't really know.

"why don't you drive this to school more often?!" I was astounded.

"well,  I endure through bus rides because the things are done to me...my mom and I spent too much money for something to happen to this..I am just praying we can make it through today" makes sense.

He changed the subject.

"You look lovely, but a little much for school...? Party tonight?" he thought I was a party go-er?  Oh boy.

"well, thank you.  But no, I don't party. I was only trying to make up for looking like poop yesterday when you seen me." I smirked at him.

"Ava Lee, " he stared at me for a minute, " you, under no circumstances have to try to impress me. Yesterday's you was just as beautiful as today's you" I wasn't trying too...but I blushed anyways.

And that was the last complete sentence of the school day.

At lunch he was mostly quiet,  with the occassional "yes" or "no". He never really conversed with anyone.he mostly sat there or stared at me.

The school day was boring, and passed by in a blur. The final Bell had rung, and we were all off to our lockers to gather our belongings and flood out of the school.

I was finished with my locker, and closed it. Marcel was behind the door. He had his eyes focused on mine, and maybe I was imagining it... But he had a slight bad boy look in his eyes.

What had I gotten myself into. We made our way to his car, and we were off.

...............

"So I can't ask where we are going?" I was curious and rather ecstatic.

He only smiled and shook his head.

Oh, his smile was amazing. Honestly. Better than any movie stars.  It couldn't even be compared. Those dimples. i swear i could've looked at him all day. "just friends Ava."

He wasn't dreamy... He was real.  He showed all of his pain in everything he did. His smile was one of the most amazing things about him. I couldn't even begin to understand what he has been through.

About 10 minutes later we pulled into a small apartment compound.

He didn't seem so nervous and stuttery around me. He didn't even hesitate to look at me anymore.

"are you still nervous around me?" I asked to confirm my thoughts. He frowned.

"No, I mean yes. But not right now. What I need to show you is important. You will understand why I don't think you should be friends with me." he shook his head. Was he trying to scare me away?  No, I don't believe so.

He again made his way to my side of the car and opened the door for me. It made me smile, and when he seen that, he frowned. I don't think anything he can say or show me will make me not want to be his friend.

....................

It was a studio. An art studio, but had a few guitars in it. He knee how to play???

It wasn't like any other art studio. No. It was depressing to be in, but also inspiring and wonderful.

The walls were white, but covered from top to bottom with hateful words painted. Too many to even count.

Idiot, gay, nasty, horrible, stay away. You will never fit in with us! TOO DIFFERENT. NERD, geek. You will never have friends.

He didn't have a single good word about himself.

He turned to me.. "do you understand now? I have been called things, had things done to me. Things I wouldn't wish on anyone. I have been told these things so often, i have found them to be true. I believe everything, cause every single word that they have said is true!  All of it. You are too nice of a person. You can't be told those things. You deserve a better friend than me." He shook his head, he was disgusted with himself.

"No, Marcel. Don't say that. You. You can't honestly believe them. Why would I Wang to be your friend if those were true?" I pointed at one of the walls." Marcel you havn't given me the chance to get to know you. You don't know me.  I promise no matter what happens, I will always want to be your friend. I don't care about being made fun of. Their opinions of me are irrelevant, they don't know me. They never will." I was practically begging him. I just wanted to fix him. Take away everything they had said take him. He deserved better.

He was hardly stupid. I havn't seen him do or act anything stupid.  His grades were impeccable. The little things he does we're amazing. The way he smiles when he draws and reads. His cute stutter when he was nervous. His smile. His dimples. The way he did his hair. The way he cared about me. "just friends."

"Once you get to know me, you will know that everything is true. You will want to leave." Now he was maybe 3 inches from my face.

I reached to hold his hand, "Marcel. Give me the chance to prove that I am not going anywhere. I want to be your friend. I can see all of it. And I am still not afraid." I didn't understand why I was so compelled to him.

He was stunned. He had opened his mouth, but nothing was coming out.

"do you believe me?" I found myself giving him puppy dog eyes.

He nodded, "I do, I shouldn't.. But I do... "

He should. And I would prove it to him.

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