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Changed for the better (Harry/Marcel ♡)

Changed for the better (Harry/Marcel ♡)

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(A/N) ~ I'm writing on my phone so it is veryyy confusing! ❂ ❂ ❂ (Jaimee's P.O.V) I rush down the hall, trying to get to class as quick as possible. I had math this period and I had the meanest teacher in the entire school! Mrs. Williams. Ugh her name just makes me shutter. I accidentally run into a tall boy who was also entering the class. I've never see him before. He must be new. His books fall on the ground. "U-uh sorry about t-that I'm s o clumsy!" "No, no don't be sorry it was my fault! I'm the one who ran into you remember?" "Oh um yeah." "Hi, I'm Jaimee! Its lovely to meet you!" "H-hi, my names Marcel." Well he's definitely shy. "That's a cute name!" I say cheerfully. "Yours too." he says shyly. Mrs. Williams opens the door. "I, uh well- Marcel cuts me off. "I dropped my books and Jaimee here was helping me." he says confidentially. He must've assumed I was running late. "Hmm, okay. Jaimee go take your seat. And you must be Marcel!" she says nicely. Well thats the first time she's ever said anything nicely. I scurry off to my seat. "Y-yes, I am." he says smiling. His stutter was so cute. Whoa Jaimee. You just met the boy. I'm brought back to reality by Mrs. Williams loud voice. "Marcel, is there anywhere you'd like to sit?" Marcel walks through the rows of desks. I hear people giggling at him. I roll my eyes. "C-can I sit here?" he asks pointing to the desk behind me. Everyone laughs. I was a bit popular throughout the school. "Sure Marcel." One of the Jocks, Andy yells "You'll never get with her!" I yell back, "He has a better chance than you ever have! We hear "Ooo's" and laughing going on. Andy gives me a mad look. Whatever. "Okay class, lets begin!"
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