Using Marcel

Twelve

"For what?" He asked, and I looked up to see his concerned green eyes looking into my glossy ones.

Everything...

"H...Harry." I choked out.

"Bella." He sternly said, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion, surprising me. This was Marcel we're talking about. "You had absolutely nothing to do with that."

"I know... I just... It must've been so hard for you..." I trailed off and he awkwardly reached down and rubbed small circles on my back. I blushed and he shook his head.

"Don't worry about it. But we should probably get ready for school now..."

"Shoot! What time is it?" I asked and he dug in his pocket, pulling out his phone. His eyes widened, looking at the time.

"Time to go."

"What? I can't wear this!" I exclaimed, pulling myself together and looking down at my sweats and tank top.

"You look lovely just as you are!"

Awe...

"You're not just saying that?"

"Of course not!"

I looked at him, taking in his current apparel. He was wearing the skinny jeans and T-shirt from last night, meaning he went inside earlier this morning and got dressed. His curly hair was slightly messy, but all I wanted to do was run my fingers through it.

So I did. I reached right over and ran my hand through his ringlets, and I could tell his breathing had hitched by my touch.

"We... We really do have to go, Bella..." He breathed and I sighed, nodding.

"I'll be quick?" I pouted, and he nodded.

"Okay."

I bolted inside and up the stairs, right over to my closet. I put on a pair of skinny jeans and a black Kiss T-shirt that I got from a thrift store when I had ruined my current shirt. I ran over to the mirror and brushed my teeth, seeing that my hair was acceptable. Grabbing my backpack, I ran downstairs and back out the door without saying a thing to anyone.

"Ready!" I beamed, and Marcel stood up.

"That was quick..."

"Told you I'd be fast!" I smiled proudly.

When we got to the school, people were sending us weird looks.

"Is this how it always is for you?" I asked, passing a girl who was talking to her friend and staring at us.

"Yeah, but it's worse today because of what I'm wearing." We got to my locker, and I unlocked it, glancing over at Marcel. He looked completely different; no wonder he was getting strange looks.

"Well ignore them; you look good."

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In drama, we were all sitting around in a circle.

"Okay, so since the play is off-" Ms. Gentily started, but one of the girls from detention interrupted. She had straight shoulder-length brown hair and blue eyes, hidden behind glasses.

"Why was the play put off, again?" She asked, clearly irritated. She had a singing part that she was looking forward to, I had heard.

"Because, Taylor, Leeroy wasn't able to choreograph, and we just didn't have the funds we thought we did."

"I can choreograph!" Louis interrupted.

"Wouldn't that be fun? Nonetheless, there's still the funds issue, and there isn't nearly enough time to prepare. Anyways, today, I don't have anything planned, so you can just sit around and chat." She announced, clapping her hands together.

I immediately turned towards Louis, and saw Marcel sitting in the corner. I smiled and waved him over, earning an eyebrow raise from Louis.

"Hey, Marcel!" I said, and he sat down next to us in our small little group.

"Hi, I'm Marcel." He said to Louis, holding out his hand.

"Louis." He introduced himself, and smirked. "I've heard a lot about you! Bella tells me all the time about how good looking you are, and just how smart you are! Also, how much she just wants to kiss your... How did she say it? Ah! She said, she wanted to kiss your perfect, soft-looking lips." He said, and my jaw dropped, heat rising to my cheeks.

"Louis! I did not say that!" I defended myself.

Marcel had crimson rising to his cheeks, and looked at me. Louis was doing all he could to keep from bursting into laughter.

"So... Um... The play got cancelled..." I said, trying to change the subject.

"Yeah, B, we know." Louis remarked.

"Yeah... Uh..."

"So you look different today..." Louis stated, turning to Marcel.

"Yeah, what's up with that? Trying to get people to like you more? 'Cause it's not working." A stuck-up girl butted in.

"Shut up." I said, sighing.

Louis sent me a look that said 'told you so'. My phone went off in my back pocket, and I saw a text from no other than Lou.

'You're changing him..."

'I know, I know! But what if I don't necessarily WANT Edward anymore? x'

'Took you long enough.'

'What do you mean by that? x'

'I mean, it only took you THIS LONG to make up your mind. Now do something about it.'

'I kinda already did. x'

"I realize that you are teenagers, but all I'm asking is that your phones are away for the time being- interact with your classmates." Ms. Gentily suggested, and Louis and I put our phones away.

"Thanks for last night, it was fun." Marcel suddenly said.

"Oh, no problem, I had fun too. I probably still have whipped cream in my hair!" I exclaimed, and giggled.

Marcel chuckled, and nodded. "Yeah, I think you do, actually." He reached over and brushed off my hair; his mere touch making my heart beat faster. "There." He sat back in his chair, and we just sat there staring at each other until Louis cleared his throat- I forgot he was even there.

"So- what happened last night?" He grinned, cocking his head to the side.