Different Worlds ||Zarcel Stalik|| (Zarry Au)✔️

Chapter Two

I couldn’t believe it, the guy looked absolutely dumb. Like, c'mon how could a normal boy wear a beige vest and persimmon chinos? Oh my God, he was also wearing dress shoes. He was very tall, I couldn't tell  if he was fit or not because he was iper-dressed, but I guess not. He seemed to have slightly  curly hair, but I couldn’t  quite tell because he had it all gelled back. And on top of that he had very big glasses with very thick lenses.

He looked totally akward  and clumsy.

I my have been staring at him for too long 'cause he started to lean towards  me slowly almost afraid of moving.

"Can we go?" He asked with shaky, high-pitched voice. Oh boy, I wasn’t  going to eat him.

I just nodded making a sign with my head for him to follow me and he did as I implied. I lead him towards an empty room near the locker rooms.

It was a quite dirty and dark room with just some chairs in it. I didn't  quite know how they used it and I was pretty sure that I didn’t  want to know.

I sat on a chair waiting for him to do the same, but he seemed reluctant,almost  disgusted.

"Hey, you can sit, eh. The chair isn't  going to hurt you, you know?" I chuckled.

"Ehm, yeah, yeah, you are probably right."He said with a more deep voice and flushed deep red. He decided to seat on the chair right in front of me but not before pulling out of his pocket a wet tissue to try to wipe the dirt away from it.

I snorted. Ugh, how weird.

"Uhm, well, what's your name again?" He asked.

"Zayn. You're Marcel,  right?" I answered.

He nodded.

"Uhm, well." I said not sure of what to say to make a conversation.

He looked at me a little bit embarassed  and I had the opportunity to look better at his features.

He had a very sculpted jawline and very plump, pink lips. He also had beautiful green eyes  behind his thick glasses which I didn't  realize before.

"You have beautiful eyes, you know. Why hiding them behind these glasses?" I asked him without realising. Why did I even say this. Oh my God.

"I, ehm, Thanks?" He blushed giving me a disoriented look.

"Okay, yeah, how long are we supposed to stay here together?" I said changing the topic.

"Well, I don't  know, my father didn't  tell me." He shuggered.

"Your father?" I asked curious.

"Yes, I'm the pastor's son"

"Ohh, I understand now, you are one of those church kids who goes to church just because their father tell them to." I started laughing. I was also sure that he was dressed like this because of his father.

"What, of course not!" He denied my statement.

"Admit it , you do everything your father tells you to do!" I half-jocked again.

He widened his eyes in shock "I don't think it's your place to say something like that since you don’t  know me." He said somewhat offended.

"Oh yeah? And I'm sure that you don’t  pick how to dress either." What normal boy dresses like that?

"Well ... yes, I decide how to , uhm, dress?" He hesitated, making it come out like a question.

"Yes, I'm sure of that. Well since this is a hot topic for you, let's talk about something else." I smirked.

"Yes, thank you. How old are you?" He asked me.

"I'm 21, you?"

"I'm 18" he said. Uh, well, he is young.

"So you are still in school?" I asked.

"No, I'm at my first year of Uni. Anyway, if you don't  mind me asking, what do you do here exacly?"

Oh, he didn't  want to  know, I was sure he was too innocent to want to know.

"In fact, I mind.' I said kind of harshly. I didn't  mean to say it like that, but I  wanted to persuade him to back off the topic.

He seemed to understand,  in fact he looked down somewhat ashamed. "Oh, I'm sorry, that's your business."

"Yeah, exactly. " I sighed.

"So ... " he started to say, but was interrupted by the  door opening.
Soon my boss and Marcel's dad entered into the room.

"How is it going, son?" Des asked Marcel.

"Good, I guess." Marcel answered.

"Perfect. Now, Zayn, can I have a word with you one second?" The Pastor asked me.

"Me? Yeah of course, mister." I said surprised.  What could this man possibly want from me. I stood up anyway and I glanced at Marcel, but he just shrugged so I followed the man towards the corner of the room.

"Okay Zayn, everything went okay with my son?" He asked me.

"It was okay." I answered shrugging.

"Perfect. Can you give me your phone please?" He asked me once again.

"What?" I half- shouted with wide eyes.

"Just give it to me, please."  He commanded. Ouch, how rude.

"Okay ..." I decided to just give him my phone. He grabbed it with a smile typing something on it and he gave it back to me.

"So?" I asked curious.

"I gave you my son's number. Text him if you want to be friends with him or if you want to come to a religious service." He told me smiling.

"Oh, sorry, but I think that Marcel could have given it to me himself if he wanted. Now, If I can excuse myself." I said angrily exiting the room without greeting anyone. He couldn't control his son life.

Soo here you have chapter two! Sorry for the long wait . 

It's  kind of  boring, but I  hope  you liked it anyway.

Let me know what you think of it please :)

-ale!♡