The Styles Triplets Part 2: The Triplets go to College

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Veronica's POV

"Why did you do that?" I pull Carol over to confront her over the fact that she just told Trevor and Flynn that I'm dating Marcel.

"He deserved to know." Carol frowns. "I know he likes you, it's obvious, and he should know not to be bugging you. Especially if your boyfriend is Marcel. I'm doing you a favor."

"What if he tells someone, and then the whole school finds out? I don't want my relationship with Marcel to go public. I don't need drama, especially my last year at highschool." I tell Carol.

"It's going to be okay." Carol sighs, "I'm sorry I blurted it out like nothing, but I will tell Flynn to promise me not to say anything about you and Marcel and I will make him tell Trevor to swear on it too."

"He looked really upset about it." I gulp. 

"I know and I feel terrible." Carol says. "I am so sorry Veronica."

"It's fine." I shrug. "He did deserve to know I guess. I mean, when we first met, I told him I had a boyfriend but that didn't seem to stop him from flirting with me. Well, I think he was flirting with me?"

"He was." Carol laughs, "It's so obvious. He is cute and popular too but I don't think he's good for you."

"Really? And what's good for me?" I laugh.

"Marcel." She smiles. She's right.

Marcel's POV

Finally, back at the campus. Classes begin tomorrow and I'm so nervous. I go to the admissions office in my hall to get my schedule for the semester. I requested morning classes and luckily I got them all in the morning. Besides my computer science class, which is at noon but I don't mind that one glitch.

After getting my schedule, I run back into my dorm for a proper shower and begin getting my things ready for tomorrow. I have three classes a day, each lasting about an hour to two hours long. 

"Hey," Jessie salutes me as I enter the room, "How was camping?" He's folding up his laundry and putting it into his closet.

"Horrible." I drop my bags and open my closet for sweats and a t-shirt. I'm giving up on dressing up today.

"Why?" He laughs.

"It's a long story." I sigh and dig through my drawers for some socks.

"Well I'm not doing anything today. How about some lunch, yeah?" He suggests.

"You wanna grab lunch? With me? Why?" I scrunch my nose.

"Well we are roommates, we're gonna have to get along right?" He shrugs.

"Yeah, but I mean you're you and I'm me." I say.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He frowns, "We've had lunch before, remember?"

"Yeah with a group. Don't you think it'll ruin your bad boy rep if they see you hanging out with me? The nerdy kid in college?" I tell him.

He looks annoyed, "I'm not like that. I don't judge people based on how they look, and I'm sarcastic but I was never a bully either. I don't care about what people have to say about who I hang out with, especially here. So are we going to get lunch or what?"

"Where were you when I was in highschool?" I laugh. Jessie shrugs and continues to put away his clothes as I head for the shower.

...

"So tell me," Jessie dips his fry into the small ketchup canister, "what happened on this camping trip?"

"Well I have schizophrenia." I tell him. "So you probably think I'm a freak."