Uplifting
Books and Bullies
I looked at Marcel again, this time more closely. He was actually really handsome. And gosh, again, his eyes. Even with the glasses, his green eyes were beautiful. I could just stare at him all day.
"Uhm, e-excuse me..." Marcel said, obviously uncomfortable. I saw a little color in his cheeks, which made me smirk.
"Sorry. I'm Roxy, by the way. I just moved here from Wisconsin. It's Marcel right?" I introduced myself, sticking a hand out to shake.
"Yes, it's Marcel. It's nice to meet you," he said, shaking my hand. His hands were a bit clammy, and I knew it couldn't be the heat, since the AC was cranked. I tried to nonchalantly wipe my hand off on my shorts.
"So, uh... what classes do we have today?" I asked, diverting his attention. Hopefully this kid isn't genius smart, where I can't keep up in any of his classes.
"Oh, right. Here we have block scheduling, it's A day. First is Pre-Calculus, second is Media, then lunch, third is Personal Finance and last is Government. I hope those are okay..."
"Pre-calc? I was in Trigonometry at my old school, and I wasn't even doing well. At least it's only for a week," I said, putting on a smile. To be honest, I really liked math, but the stuff I was learning just didn't click all the time.
"Oh, well, I'm always here if you need me. To help, I mean. With your homework," he stammered, a small blush coming to his cheeks.
I gave him a bright smile. "Thanks, Marcel. You're too nice. We should probably get going, right?" Marcel agreed and we walked to his locker, which was only about twenty yards away from the office. He swirled in his combination and opened his locker. He stood in the way at first, and grabbed something, crumpling it up. He then moved to reveal the inside. It was completely devoid of any personal belongings, except for school supplies.
"Jeez, Marcel, that's a little dull," I teased. He grabbed a rather large book and a neatly organized folder, a calculator and two pencils. "You don't even have a cool book cover. Or neat pencils. And a grey folder, Marcel?" I continued, hoping to get him to crack a smile, but no luck. "Marcel, are you okay?" I asked, genuinely concerned.
"Y-yeah, of course, Roxy. Why wouldn't I be?" he said, with a smile that had fake written all over it. I gave him a look but let it go, since it seemed he didn't want to talk about it. "We should go, don't want to be late!" With that burst of enthusiasm, Marcel led me down a hallway, up a flight of stairs, and a few more twists and turns than I could remember.
"You're going to have to get me a map, Marcel, this place is crazy," I groaned as we walked into the room. Before he could respond, he was hit right in the head by a wad of paper. He sighed and walked to his seat on the far side of the room. A few guys who looked like older jocks called him names under their breath, and just as Marcel was reaching his empty desk, BAM!
He had tripped over the leg of a huge, bald kid. His papers went flying everywhere. And, oh boy, did that make me mad. I rushed over to help Marcel up, but he denied any help. "N-no, I'm fine, Roxy, r-really." He collected his papers and I turned to face the jerk.
"Just who do you think you are?" I asked, placing both hands on my hips. "You can't just go around doing stuff like that to people. Where I'm from, we call people who do that assholes." I heard snickers from various people around the room. When the guy stood up, obviously angry, he towered above me by at least a foot, plus he was buff. He was intimidating, to say the least.
"I don't know who you think you are, pipsqueak," he returned, looking down on me, "but around here, no one messes with me."
"There's a first time for everything. Now, why don't you apologize to my friend Marcel here," I hissed, starting to get actually angry.
"I don't apologize. Now why don't you and your little nerd friend scurry off before you get both of you in trouble," he threatened me, and he got even closer so our bodies were only inches apart.
I opened my mouth to tell him off again, but Marcel tugged on my arm. "L-let's go, Roxy. I-it's fine, d-don't worry about him." I glared at the jerk again, but followed Marcel to his seat, a row over and two seats behind him. "I'll get you a chair," he offered, going to the tables in the back of the room and bringing one over.
The teacher just walked in before the bell rang. I didn't really pay attention to the the teacher, but Marcel was answering everything correctly anyway. About halfway through the class, a note got passed over. On it was written "New Girl," so Marcel handed it to me. He tried reading what the note said as I unfolded it.
On it was a phone number, and a message:
"You're hot. If you want to ditch the nerd, text me anytime. -Calvin"
Marcel stared at me, dumbfounded. To be honest, he looked slightly nervous. I made a gagging motion back at him, which made us both giggle.
"Marcel! If you and your friend can't control yourselves, I'll have to see you after school. This is your last warning," the teacher snapped.
I couldn't help but smile. Wow, this actually was a fantastic first day.
"Uhm, e-excuse me..." Marcel said, obviously uncomfortable. I saw a little color in his cheeks, which made me smirk.
"Sorry. I'm Roxy, by the way. I just moved here from Wisconsin. It's Marcel right?" I introduced myself, sticking a hand out to shake.
"Yes, it's Marcel. It's nice to meet you," he said, shaking my hand. His hands were a bit clammy, and I knew it couldn't be the heat, since the AC was cranked. I tried to nonchalantly wipe my hand off on my shorts.
"So, uh... what classes do we have today?" I asked, diverting his attention. Hopefully this kid isn't genius smart, where I can't keep up in any of his classes.
"Oh, right. Here we have block scheduling, it's A day. First is Pre-Calculus, second is Media, then lunch, third is Personal Finance and last is Government. I hope those are okay..."
"Pre-calc? I was in Trigonometry at my old school, and I wasn't even doing well. At least it's only for a week," I said, putting on a smile. To be honest, I really liked math, but the stuff I was learning just didn't click all the time.
"Oh, well, I'm always here if you need me. To help, I mean. With your homework," he stammered, a small blush coming to his cheeks.
I gave him a bright smile. "Thanks, Marcel. You're too nice. We should probably get going, right?" Marcel agreed and we walked to his locker, which was only about twenty yards away from the office. He swirled in his combination and opened his locker. He stood in the way at first, and grabbed something, crumpling it up. He then moved to reveal the inside. It was completely devoid of any personal belongings, except for school supplies.
"Jeez, Marcel, that's a little dull," I teased. He grabbed a rather large book and a neatly organized folder, a calculator and two pencils. "You don't even have a cool book cover. Or neat pencils. And a grey folder, Marcel?" I continued, hoping to get him to crack a smile, but no luck. "Marcel, are you okay?" I asked, genuinely concerned.
"Y-yeah, of course, Roxy. Why wouldn't I be?" he said, with a smile that had fake written all over it. I gave him a look but let it go, since it seemed he didn't want to talk about it. "We should go, don't want to be late!" With that burst of enthusiasm, Marcel led me down a hallway, up a flight of stairs, and a few more twists and turns than I could remember.
"You're going to have to get me a map, Marcel, this place is crazy," I groaned as we walked into the room. Before he could respond, he was hit right in the head by a wad of paper. He sighed and walked to his seat on the far side of the room. A few guys who looked like older jocks called him names under their breath, and just as Marcel was reaching his empty desk, BAM!
He had tripped over the leg of a huge, bald kid. His papers went flying everywhere. And, oh boy, did that make me mad. I rushed over to help Marcel up, but he denied any help. "N-no, I'm fine, Roxy, r-really." He collected his papers and I turned to face the jerk.
"Just who do you think you are?" I asked, placing both hands on my hips. "You can't just go around doing stuff like that to people. Where I'm from, we call people who do that assholes." I heard snickers from various people around the room. When the guy stood up, obviously angry, he towered above me by at least a foot, plus he was buff. He was intimidating, to say the least.
"I don't know who you think you are, pipsqueak," he returned, looking down on me, "but around here, no one messes with me."
"There's a first time for everything. Now, why don't you apologize to my friend Marcel here," I hissed, starting to get actually angry.
"I don't apologize. Now why don't you and your little nerd friend scurry off before you get both of you in trouble," he threatened me, and he got even closer so our bodies were only inches apart.
I opened my mouth to tell him off again, but Marcel tugged on my arm. "L-let's go, Roxy. I-it's fine, d-don't worry about him." I glared at the jerk again, but followed Marcel to his seat, a row over and two seats behind him. "I'll get you a chair," he offered, going to the tables in the back of the room and bringing one over.
The teacher just walked in before the bell rang. I didn't really pay attention to the the teacher, but Marcel was answering everything correctly anyway. About halfway through the class, a note got passed over. On it was written "New Girl," so Marcel handed it to me. He tried reading what the note said as I unfolded it.
On it was a phone number, and a message:
"You're hot. If you want to ditch the nerd, text me anytime. -Calvin"
Marcel stared at me, dumbfounded. To be honest, he looked slightly nervous. I made a gagging motion back at him, which made us both giggle.
"Marcel! If you and your friend can't control yourselves, I'll have to see you after school. This is your last warning," the teacher snapped.
I couldn't help but smile. Wow, this actually was a fantastic first day.
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