Left Behind (Marcel FanFiction)

{Olivia's POV}

Olivia's Outfit

"Are you ready, Olivia?" Marcel asked while we got our stuff from our lockers that Monday morning. He already had his stuff and was tugging on my shirt.

I slammed my locker shut, "yeah." I turned around, taking his hand.

"Can you believe?" Marcel asked, looking around the hallways.

"What?" I asked.

"I haven't been bullied in three weeks," He said, "and I've had the best girlfriend ever for two of them."

I gave him a bright smile, "both that you deserve."

"Thanks, babe." Marcel chuckled as we entered homeroom.

"Marcel!" someone greeted when we were inside. It was Louis and his friend, Wren.

"Sup?" Marcel asked, still holding my hand.

"I don't want you to get freaked, dude." Louis said, putting his hands up as though they would calm Marcel, "but we got some news."

"What is it?" Marcel asked, sounding a bit more concerned.

"Well, no one know how, but," Wren started, "Beauman's back."

"I thought he got suspended!" I cut in, gripping Marcel's arm tightly.

"He did," Louis sighed, "we heard some teachers talking and they said he snuck back in the morning,"

"Well," Marcel said, "not like he's psychotic or anything, we should be fine."

"Marcel, dude, you stole his girl," Wren said, gesturing toward me, "he's out to kick some arse, and he is insane."

"What make you think he's insane?" Marcel asked, "he got suspended for tearing up the sound system."

"Marcel, do you understand what you just said?" Louis raised an eyebrow.

"Oh..." Marcel said, his tone changing a bit.

"And anyway, he didn't just tear up the sound system." Wren said.

"What else did he do?" I asked.

"He punched the principal and screamed 'I'll be back, I swear!' and they had to drag him out," Louis said.

"They thought they were going to have to call the cops," Wren added.

"Just because he got dumped?" I exclaimed, "he's nuts!"

"Well, that, and he got beat up by someone who used to be the biggest nerd in school and who he's beat up himself," Wren shrugged. Marcel's head fell and he looked at his shoes, blushing due to embarrassment.

"Well," Marcel said, "I'm not scared."

"That's fine." Louis said, "because he's not out to get you,"

"Who's he out for?" Marcel asked.

"Her." Louis said, pointing at me.

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