Geek Charming ? h.s.

Hello all :)

This is probably gonna be my last update before camp, so my last update for 3 weeks, so enjoy!!

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Hope you are enjoying the book so far, as you can all see, there is a new character in the book now Diana :)

Once you know more about her, I want to know if you ship:

Georcel

Or

Miana

( if you can think of a better ship name let me know please😂)

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Interesting chapter huh?

Yeah, I left you quite confused didn't i?

Sorry loves

But yes, so now you all know about the new character and I can't wait for you to find our more about her and then we gonna all go mad I hope :D

Anyway, enjoy x

Song suggestions:

[ in this order: ]

Blood bank- Bon Iver

I See Fire- Ed Sheeran

Chapter 28:

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Georgia's POV:

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With my bag slumped lazily over my slouching shoulder, I dragged my feet through the front door of the school once again.

Three days.

Three fucking days and Marcel still isn't back!

I am really starting to get quite anxious now, I mean where the hell could he have gone?!

Knowing Marcel, he would never miss an opportunity to learn, and I have gone through every possible place in my mind that Marcel could have gone, but nothing came to mind, but that wouldn't be a problem much longer, because today after school, I'm going passed Marcel's house. And that's final.

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All through school, through every class, as I sat tapping my foot up and down, up and down, out of inpatients, as my classmates stared at me.

Why? I don't know, maybe it was because if my attitude?

No, of course I know why, I just choose not to accept it.

I mean, have you seem the way I look?!

Even Bella and Ally haven't tried to help me much today or the previous day, they seem to have given up on me just as much as I am beginning to give up on myself.

From head to toe, I am in rags, litterally.

My shoes, old black uggs, pants, dark brown sweat pants, yeah.. .

My shirt? Probably my pajama top.. But who knows?

And not only has my appearance gone haywire, but my behavior too.

My friends are looking at me weird, not even my own boyfriend will look at me, although I keep getting a feeling that the reason Zayn won't look at me, has less to do with the way I look and am action, and more to do with the kiss I shared with Marcel.

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" hello, Ms. Styles."

" good afternoon l- "

The door began to close slightly and Carol Styles' stance tensed merely a pinch.

" wait, Carol, I-is Marcel here?"

Silence.

And a tense Carol too.

"Carol?"

" uh, he I'm, he doesn't want to speak to anyone right now Georgia. Sorry. " she spoke, and the door was almost shut once again.. But my foot managed to falter carol's plan.

" please Carol, is he even here?"

" Georgia, I'm sorry, he.. H-he is unavailable right now."

And that was the last I saw of Carol, but that new information wasn't exactly that helpful to me, or still didn't answer my question as to weather Marcel was home or not.

I made a quick decision, and not a very smart one, but it would've had to do, as I pulled the ladder out of Carol's garage, and leaned it against the wall on the side of the Styles' house.

I climbed up the large ladder step by step, taking my time, just before I reached the top, and was met with a window sell.

I looked through the dusty window, and scanned the room for any sign of Marcel , but was left with nothing but my heart dropping a little more than it had after Marcel told me to leave him alone.

Marcel's POV:

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Tap. Tap. Tap.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I sat on a stool, my foot moving in sync to the beat of the raindrops, as I intriguingly watched the girl sit, all alone, and do nothing but stare down, and twiddle her thumbs, with some sort of object in her hands, and a sneaky glance up at me every few minutes.

When she looked up, and managed to catch my gaze, I smiled friendlily at her, and was offered nothing but an unusual stare and split-seconds later, her eyes were back the object in her laps, and off of me.

This routine plays out the same way, for the following few hours, and the next day too.

But on the third day, the day where the therapists sit and watch us during our free time, my routine changed quite drastically.

As I sat in anticipation of the small, yet meaningfully strong glances from Diana, she looked up, as always, however this time, this is where our routine changed.

Instead of a smile from me, a scared empty response, and a glare down at her lap, I was met with extremely large, wondering eyes.

Oh were they so large and blue.

Too blue, dare I add, but it suites Her quite perfectly.

And then, although I very well may be dreaming, after our minute-long staring contest, she smiled.. Well what a smile was for her.

The corners of her luscious lips twitched, and were raised imperceptibly.

It may have looked almost regular to all the others around us, but to me, it was a smile, and her eyes lit up with the sky above, and in that moment, I new that it was worth wasting all my time sitting in this exact same spot over and over, because I was awarded with a beautiful gift.

Diana smiling.

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Guys, all I ask of you from this chapter is one single favor:

Comment some song suggestions PLEASE!

Oh and if you can,

Comment what you think of Diana please❤️

{ oh and this is prob the longest chapter I have written yet}