Behind the Glasses

Chapter Two

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Destiny:

The reason I was like that to Marcel was honestly just for my popularity. If I even, for one minute, pretended to like Marcel, I could lose my reputation and I wasn’t willing to do that. Most people would say that being popular doesn’t matter and that nobody cares about it, but when you really stop and think, everyone does. Everyone wants to be that cool guy or girl that starts trends and makes people laugh or get nervous around. Everyone wants to get complimented. It just feels good. Especially when you’re walking with you friend through the halls, you just have some sensation that makes you feel special, almost like a mini royalty. I didn’t use to be like this. But now I was, and I didn’t want to change that because of one boy that I felt bad for. Especially Marcel Styles.

I was never bullied like Marcel, but I was a nerd. I had glasses and wore my hair in pigtails and I had braces from fourth to eighth grade. My teeth really sucked. I had a few troubles with social studies, but with other things I would get average B’s and A’s. English was my best.

But as I grew to become older, technology came, acne came, periods came, and more feelings got hurt. Instead of how organized our binders were or what grades we were getting, everyone was more focused on their outfit and how their face or hair was gonna look like for school that day. This world got so judgmental and I told myself I was never gonna have to worry about that stuff, but here I am.

But Marcel wasn’t that way. He wore the same geeky clothes, which I swear he has ten pairs of, everyday. He slicks his hair back and then puts on his oversized glasses. And his grades are perfect. I wish my grades were perfect. I guess that’s why I’m so interested and impressed with Marcel when I see his work or grades he would get on anything.

But of course, I wasn’t that way.

I walked into class feeling horrible about the way I had treated Marcel. I wasn’t actually that mean and cruel, I just had to act like it when my friends were around. They basically just follow me like im the leader, but I know they could spread anything and get me to the bottom again in a single day. And like i said, I couldn't be back there.

I turned as i looked to the front of the class as i saw that Marcel was actually in this class. I never realized that before. "Ok for this worksheet, please go work with someone." said my teacher as she started to hand out a piece of paper to everyone. "I would suggest asking Marcel for some help on this, you're gonna need it." my teacher whispered to me as i frowned slighty. I wasn't very good at this.

I nodded as i went to the front of the class where Marcel had already started to work on his own and i tapped on his shoulder gently. "Marcel?" i asked as he looked up at me but then quickly looked away. I sighed.

"Marcel I need help.." I said

"Ask Mrs. Caldwell." he answered.

"She told me to come to you."

He looked at me for a second, as if wondering if i was lying just to be able to torture him any more ways that i could, but Mrs. Caldwell smiled at us and told us to start working. "Fine." He said and i took the seat next to him.

He started to work and he explained his steps to me, why, and how he was doing all of them, and surprisngly by the end of the period, i got everything. He was really smart, but cutely smart. The bell rang and i stood up. "Thank you for the help, Marcel." i smiled at him and he nodded as he collected his things and walked out. Well.

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Today was Saturday and i had to go to a barbecque with my family in my neighborhood. Lame, I know. I got up as i hopped in the shower, shaved my legs, blow dried my hair, straightened it, brushed it, did my makeup, and then got dressed in a tank top and high wasted shorts. I put my hair in a pony tail and then headed downstairs as my parents and I walked to my neighbors house, where the party was.

We were first so we started to help them organize and set up the tables and chairs and games. I put the chips and pretzels and all that in bowls as i heard my parents greet a family walking in. After i finished my bowl i turned around to see three tall and handsome boys, they looked kind of familiar though.

"Destiny" my mom called as i walked over. "Hi" i smiled at the boys. Two of them said hi but one of them kept looking down. "This is the Styles family. They live a block or two down." my mom smiled at me and i looked up. Styles? It was Marcel! What? 

"Marcel? Is that you?" i asked and smiled as the boy nodded and his one brother, with lots of tattoos and piercings nudged him as he looked up at me. He didn't look like the normal Marcel. he wasn't wearing that ridiculous outifit with his hair gelled back, and he wasn't wearing his glasses either. He looked... hot.