I opened my eyes.I analysed my surroundings. This wasn't my bedroom. I stretched and rubbed my eyes.

Wait..is this Marcel's room?

"Marcel?" I called out. No answer.

"Mar-" I stopped mid sentence at the sight in front of me.

There was Marcel,no glasses,wearing a pair of converse,skinny jeans and 'Ramones' T-shirt. His hair wasn't slicked back anymore,it was really curly and slightly wet,as if he had washed it. I noticed his eyes were the silvery blue.

"H-How,what,y-your hair,where's your g-glasses," I stuttered.

"All a guy ever did was not use gel." Marcel joked. Or this was Harry?

I snapped out of it.

"D-Did I sleep here?"

"Yeah,we kind of fell sleep..."

Angelina is going to kill me.

"My sister is going to kill me! Are we late for school?!"

"Woah,calm down horsie. We're not late for school."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"But,if you go home to change,you will be late."

"You can wear my sisters clothes if you want."

"Er..no thanks."

"You rather go to school with the same clothes from yesterday?"

I thought for a second.

"Okay,bring out the clothes."

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Marcel's sister had surprisingly good fashion sense.

"We're here." Marcel said and opened the door for me.

"You don't have to do that you know."

"I believe that it's my duty." he insisted.

I stepped out and adjusted my bag. We walked towards the school door in silence.

"So..Harry right?"

"Yeah." he said smiling down at me.

I poked his stomach.

"Are you going to go all Marcel on me again?" I joked.

"Well I never know when the change is going to happen." he said truthfully.

We continued down the hall and sure enough,people started noticing Marcel.

"Wait,isn't that Marcel?"

"The nerd?"

"No way."

"What did she do to him?"

"I like it."

"H-He's actually...HOT!"

I rolled my eyes. Now he gets attention. I know he looks..really..different but really?

Girls started gawking at him. Some shot me glares. The guys shot Marcel glares.

"Oh hey Marcel!" I heard annoying voice squeal.

It was that girl who glared at me when the jock called me. She scowled at me.

"Since when do you play nice with me?" Marcel said harshly.

I looked up at him,his eyes were darker than emerald green,they were close to army green.

What side was this?

"Since today." she purred.

"How about you go 'play nice' with your jock?" I said coldly.

She narrowed her eyes at me.

I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Let's go Jasmine." I heard Marcel whimper.

His eyes were the light green again.

"No,this slut wants to play nice. I can play nice." I said my jealousy boiling over the top.

"Please?"

"Okay Marcel." I started walking with Marcel when the little snob told me something,something she would regret later.

"Run away you little piece of mexican trash." she snarled.

Notes

Oh,she's gonna regret that later!


~lexi xx