Isabel’s POV:

I ran to the door, making my way after Harry so I could quickly explain to him about the misunderstanding. I stopped at the door catching Harry dart to the left, weaving his way through the students; girls stopping to gawk at him. I also noticed Marcel making his way to the right, turning a corner and running through the halls.

“Damn it!” I yell out, startling what looked like a bunch of freshman walking by. I want to clear up the misunderstanding with Harry, but I need to make progress fast with Marcel, but…

I pondered off, fighting with my inner self, “Fuck.” I muttered under my breath, taking after the hiding Marcel. Harry would have to wait; it wasn’t like he liked me or anything.

“Marcel!” I yell out, flying around the corner. He was at the end of the hallway talking to another nerdy kid in our class named Liam, but Liam was more liked than Marcel was.

He turned around, his face blushing already, “Y-yes?”

“Can we talk?” I glance over at Liam, who nodded and darted away from us.

Marcel watched him escape, probably wanting to do the same, “what do you want?” he stared at the ground.

“Um…” I paused, not knowing what to do now, “Oh!” I remember I had his notebook still, “Here you left this.” I placed the notebook out for him.

He yanked it quickly from me, “Thanks.” He mumbled, walking past me.

“Wait!” I yell out, desperate now. I had to figure out something quickly.

He turned around slowly, his eyes meeting mine, “What?”

“Do you want to come over to my place?” he stood there gawking at me, “I need help with our homework.” I finally made up something.

“Um…” he looked around nervously.

“My mom will be there so you don’t have to be nervous.” I smiled sweetly.

“Um, sure then.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Good! Thank you!” I went over to him, pulling a pen out of my back pocket that I kept stashed there, “Here’s my address.” I grabbed his hand and scribbled it on him. “After school okay?” I smiled and dashed back to the class.

Step one, complete.

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Marcel’s POV:

I stared stupidly down at my hand, a huge grin on my face at Isabel’s own personal address. I don’t know how I got so lucky for it, it was probably a joke, but I was still happy. Then I thought of what Zayn said a few minutes ago to me.

Well, step one complete.

Now I just waited for school to end, actually happy for a change.

/ / /

I stood there nervously, fidgeting in front of Isabel’s house. Smoothing out the wrinkles in my outfit, I took a deep breath and advanced to her door, finally gaining enough courage to knock.

“Hello?” an older woman answered her hair as blonde as Isabel’s.

“Hello ma’am. My name is Marcel; I’m a student in your daughter’s class. Is Isabel here?” I tried for politeness.

“Oh dear. I’ve never seen you before. What a polite young boy. Hold on, I’ll go get her.”

She softly closed the door, assuming she was getting Isabel. I gazed around nervously, her house was nice and warm, a small house, but was welcoming too, “Hey Marcel!” She opened the door cheerfully.

I looked her over, she was out of her school outfit and in short shorts that fit snuggly to her hips, and a tighter tank top, showing off her breasts, I blushed, “H-hi.”

“Come on in.” she smiled, bouncing over to me and grabbing my hand, pulling me into her house.

“My rooms this way.” She kept pulling me down the hallway.

“Y-your room?” I stuttered.

“Yeah.” She stared at me confused.

“I thought we would study out here?” I pointed towards the front door.

“No silly, my family is loud, I need quietness.” She smiled shoving me into her room.

I stood there frozen; I was now standing in Isabel’s room. Her room wasn’t girly, but wasn’t plain either. It had a little bit of her lovely touch to it, bright blue all over, a few posters here and there, “Hello?”

I came back to, “Huh?”

“Over here.” She patted the bed where the books were laid out.

I gulped nervously; I never thought I would be here in this situation. Just remember Marcel, become her friend. I smiled weakly at her, and joined her on the bed, “So what do you need help with?

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Isabel’s POV:

I felt bad making him come over to my house, I didn’t enjoy playing with someone who looked so pure, but it was for pay back I kept reminding myself. I forced myself to dress a bit more on the revealing side, to get him off guard and hopefully lure him in quickly.

We sat on my bed as I had planned previously. He sat on the very edge as far away from me as possible. Every time I made a move to get close to him, he would move out of reach. It was becoming extremely aggravating with his stubbornness; I was going to have to go with plan b.

I smirked, “Are you thirsty Marcel?”

“Not really.” He mumbled, flipping the pages to “help” me with my homework.

“Well I'm parched; I’ll get us some drinks. Just wait here for a bit.” I got up, closing my door behind me I sighed out, “Come on already.” I whispered angrily.

I checked my cell phone as I made my way to the kitchen; I had a few text messages.

Anna-Baby: How’s the date going? ; P

Niall: Hey. Having a party 2night. Come!

360-907-4383: Is this Izzy?

I quickly replied to the first two, telling Annabel that it was more difficult than I thought. I replied to Niall that I would definitely be there tonight. Then I gazed at the last message. Who was this?

Me: Who is this?

The unknown number replied immediately like they were waiting for my response.

360-907-4383: this is Harry.

I stared in awe at the text message. Harry just texted me, me! “What are you doing Iz?” I looked up to see my mom giving me a weird look.

“Just getting some drinks mom.” I shoved my phone back into my pocket; I would have to text Harry back later.

“Are you and that kind boy dating?” she stared me; I could see the hope in her eyes.

“No mom. He’s just a friend.” I shook her off, grabbing us two sodas.

“Don’t brush him off too fast honey!” she yelled out to me as I made my way back to my room.

I hope Marcel didn’t hear that.

“Hey, I’m back. Sorry for the wait.” I smiled. Placing the sodas on the bed.

“It’s okay.” Was all he said.

“You don’t have to be shy.” I playfully hit his arm.

He lurched away from me, making me feel guilty, “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t say anything, “Here.” I hand him the soda.

“Thanks.” He mumbled like always.

I sat there awkwardly as I felt my phone vibrate, I reach into my pocket, fishing my phone out, and reading the new text.

Anna-Baby: Bring Marcel, it’ll help, trust me xD

I sigh, hitting okay back to her, placing my phone down, “Have you-“

“I think I should go home.” He stood up awkwardly.

“Wait!” I quickly opened my soda without him looking and leaped at him, purposefully spilling the drink all over him. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry Marcel!”

I ran into my private bathroom and grabbed a hand towel, just like I had planned for plan b, “Let me help.” I said rushing out, catching a stripping Marcel, “What…” I drop the hand towel.

He turned quickly away from me, but not quickly enough. Marcel for a nerd, was ripped like a popular kid. He grabbed his shirt, and went to walk out of my room.

I panicked, not wanting him to leave yet; I needed him to go to the party with me tonight, “I’m sorry Marcel! How about I make it up to you tonight, go out with me?” I blurted it all out quickly, a nasty after taste in my mouth.

He turned to me, shock on his face, “what was that?” he didn’t stutter for a change, his bare chest in full view.

I blush, “P-put on your shirt.” I numbly reply. He quickly slid on his soaking shirt.

“What did you say?” he repeated again.

“Go out with me tonight?” I answer quieter now.

I stared at the ground, not meeting his eyes, so he wouldn’t catch me lying. I waited for a while, and then looked up at him as he didn’t answer. He just stared at me, finally replying, “Okay.”

I smiled, “Okay, meet me back here at nine. Go get ready!” I pushed him out of my room, grabbing my phone to quickly text Harry back, when I saw he already texted me.

360-907-4383: I’ll be at Niall’s party. Want 2 talk.

Fuck! How was I going to deal with this?

Notes

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