The Nerd? >> h.s./marcel

Chapter 2: Lets Get Started

Chapter 2

The end of the day had finally come. Brad never even glanced at Marcel in the halls the rest of the day, and Marcel kept his head held high while walking. It was amazing how all this could happen by just what I did, stand up.

As the bell rang, I grabbed my books and headed for the door. Carrie met me at my locker, a smirk planted on her face.

"What?" I asked, totally confused.

"Oh nothing, just MARCEL wanted me to give this to you," she practically laughed, handing me a note.

I opened it without hesitation. "Don't come over right after school, I need to freshen up." I closed it and looked back at Carrie.

"He's gotta 'freshen up'," she laughed.

"Stop it! He's probably just got a dirty room or something."

"Yeah, okay. I'll believe that," she sarcastically replied.

I glared at her, opening my locker. I grabbed my history book and supplies, stuffed them in my bag, and left school with Carrie. She drove me home like usual, but today she couldn't shut up about Marcel.

"I bet he wants to do some math instead of history," she teased.

"Carrie!" I gasped. "Don't be such a perv."

"Well, you understood what I meant, so you're one too, missy."

"Shut up..." I mumbled, making her laugh.

She pulled up my driveway and parked the car. I unbuckled, said goodbye, and headed inside. As soon as I went into my room, I collapsed on my bed.

What did Marcel mean by "freshen up"? Was he going to change clothes, clean his room, what? I don't know the answer, but I guess I'll find out.

I sit up on my bed and cradle my knees. I think on what to wear tonight, and figure it out. So he doesn't get any ideas, I'll put on a baggy sweater and some leggings. Just as I think that, my phone goes off.

"You can come over now(:" it read. I don't know the number, but the person texting I know.

"Ok" I texted back.

I got up and quickly changed, pulling my hair up in a messy bun. I didn't want him to think I was there for more than just hanging out and working. Carrie made me feel uncomfortable about it all, so blame her. I grabbed my bag and headed to his house.

He texted me the directions just as I got in the car, so I followed them and reached his house quickly. I grabbed my back and headed to the door, knocking once there. As I waited, I looked around the house. It was very cute, decorated with bright colors.

The door swung open, revealing a boy who looked a lot like Marcel. He smiled at me, and I knew it was him. He looked completely different, hair in curls, glasses not there, and different clothes covering his body. He wore a black v-neck shirt and matching skinny jeans, worn out brown boots over his feet. I saw tattoos running across his arms and two on his chest, peeking out from the shirt.

"M-Marcel?" I stammered.

"Yeah, c'mon on in," he smiled, motioning for me to.

I walked past him and into the house. I heard the door close behind me and jumped, not really expecting it. I also heard a faint laugh afterwards, Marcel evidently noticing.

"It's okay, Danny," he comforted.

"O-ok," I stuttered.

"My room's upstairs, lets go." He started to walk towards the staircase, me slowly following.

"So, this is what you meant by 'freshen up'"? I asked.

"Yeah, I wanted to show you what I looked like out of school," he said, turning around to face me. He smiled, showing off two prominent dimples. I smiled back, barely lifting my lips.

When we reached the top, he walked down a small hallway and into a room. It must be his bedroom. I walked over to it and entered, looking around. Maps and mathematical things hung on a wall, rock and roll band posters on another.

"You listen to that stuff?" I asked, pointing to them.

Marcel sat on his bed and smiled, "Yeah, I do."

"Cool," I replied, walking over to his side.

I sat down beside him, getting my things from my bag. He did the same, and the two of us got comfortable.

"So, I have these books on the Revolutionary War and these on British and American things," he said, pointing at the two piles. Books were stacked on top of each other, almost falling, in both piles.

"That's a lot of books," I laughed.

"Yeah, I like researching this kind of stuff," he said, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

"I think it's cool you do," I smiled. He smiled back, slowly returning to himself.

His looks still shocked me, but the same shy guy was sitting in front of me. No matter what the look, he'll always be the cute nerd I fell for years ago.

"Danny?" he questioned, snapping me back to reality.

"Yeah"?

"W-why were y-you staring at m-me?" he stammered, obviously nervous.

"I-uh-I don't know. I guess just the looks have me shocked," I answered, honesty and lies seeping out.

"Oh, sorry. I could change back if you want me to," he suggested, pointing to the bathroom.

"No, don't. I like it, but you know the 'nerdy' look is cute too," I smiled, not realizing what I said until it was out.

"Y-you think I'm c-cute?" he asked, his expression telling me he's nervous.

"Well, uh, yeah," I nervously answered, looking down.

"I could never compare to your beauty," he confidently let out.

I looked up at him, a smile across his pink lips. "You think I'm beautiful"?

"The most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

"Uh, thanks," I said, looking down again. I seemed to find my open book very fascinating in the nervous state I was in.

A knock on the door made my head fly up, looking behind me. A woman stood in the doorway, around the age of forty, looking in at us. She smiled at us, speaking afterwards.

"Would you two like some snacks?" She asked.

"Sure," Marcel spoke up. I nodded in agreement, not really wanting to talk.

"Alright, I'll bring some up," she smiled, leaving the room.

"That was my mum," Marcel pointed out.

"Thought so," I smiled.

"Well, lets get started."