{Olivia's POV}

The hours following that morning were almost the same. Girls flirted with Marcel nonstop and I got so many dirty looks when I would hug Marcel or something. These people hated and tortured him yesterday and are infatuated and in love with him today. It was sickening to me. I was just glad Marcel hadn't fallen for any peer pressure and ditched me. I guess it was only the first day, but I had high hopes that Marcel wouldn't be that type of person.

When the bell rang, I waited for Marcel outside of school. I always had study hall while he had math as our last period, then vice versa for the previous period. We had all other periods together, though. I looked around the court yard trying to find Marcel. He said he'd meet me in front of the statue of our Principal, Mr. Welsh. I looked at the bust of the old man's face, shuddering at it's odd resemblance to the man himself. I looked up again, spotting Marcel. He was walking toward me from the other end of the court yard. I smiled and began walking, deciding to meet him half way.

"Hey, Mar-" I was cut off when Stephanie, the head cheer leader, jogged up to Marcel.

"Hi, Marcel." she purred, twirling her blonde hair around her finger. I raised an eyebrow.

Marcel's green orbs slightly widened, "oh, hey, Stephanie."

"I see you've taken a new spin on your look," Stephanie giggled, "I like it."

"Oh, thanks!" Marcel exclaimed, peering down at his outfit.

Stephanie giggled again, "you're welcome." she pulled a piece of paper from her pocket, holding it out to Marcel. He slowly took it.

"What's this?" He asked, peering down at the paper.

"My number, text me sometime." Stephanie winked. She waved by to Marcel and went bouncing on her merry way.

"Holy crap," Marcel gasped, looking down at the paper which he held between shaking fingers.

"You got a skank's number, big whoop!" I rolled my eyes, grabbing the collar to his tank top and pulling him along.

"Olivia, I got Stephanie Ramero's number." Marcel said, his voice extra dramatic when he said the last part.

"I know, I was there," I said as we stepped onto the side walk.

"Do you know what this means?!" Marcel stopped walking, exclaiming at me.

I stopped walking, turning to him, "it means she wants you to text her, so?"

"Olivia, you don't get it!" Marcel said, flashing the paper in my face, "For once someone wants to text me."

"I always text you because I want to!" I exclaimed. I was worried that him shrugging me off for popularity was already starting.

"Yeah, well, we're best friends!" Marcel said, "but this is a girl!"

"Oh, thanks." I rolled my eyes and turned back around, continuing to venture home.

Marcel jogged a bit, catching up so he was beside me. He went to start talking again when someone cut him off.

"Aye, Styles!" we heard behind us. Marcel and I both turned around, seeing Louis Tomlinson, standing by his bike at the edge of the school yard.

"Yeah?" Marcel called back, a bit too much excitement in his voice.

"Wanna hang?" Louis smiled, "I can give you a life on my bike."

Marcel looked at me, "I'll call you later, yeah?"

I nodded, "um, yeah."

Marcel smiled wide and jogged back toward the school, joining Louis. Louis smiled and handed him a helmet, like biker guys would do to girls in the movies, and climbed on the bike. Marcel did the same and held onto the sides of his seat. Louis revved the engine as Marcel gave me a small wave, then they rolled out, leaving me in a cloud of motorcycle fumes and worry.

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I walked to school alone the next morning. Marcel had texted me the previous night and said that he was going to do his own hair, so I didn't need to stop. It, honestly, broke my heart. I was so happy that Marcel was making more friends. I just hoped he wasn't branching off of me already. As I walked, I had headphones in my ears. I hummed Ed Sheeran songs the entire time, keeping my footsteps in check. There was a small rain pattering down, but I didn't care.

"Oh, I just wanna hold ya!" I sang as I burst through the school doors. I made my way to my locker, spotting Marcel standing there. He was leaning against my locker, playing with his cell phone. I smiled and ran a bit, tackling him in a tight hug.

"Whoa, hey there!" he laughed, hugging back.

I pulled away, smiling, "your hair looks good."

"Yeah?" he smirked, playing with it, "Stephanie did it."

I looked up at him, "Stephanie was at your house?"

"Yeah, she came over last night, too." Marcel blushed, looking down at his shoes.

"Oh." was all I said as I grabbed my books from my locker and laid them on my arm, closing the locker door. Marcel glanced up at me.

"You're not mad, are you?" He asked, a concern tone to his voice.

I shook my head, "no, why would I be?" I lied.

"Just making sure," Marcel smiled as we started walking toward homeroom.

"Hey, Styles!" Zayn smiled, raising his hand. Marcel smacked his hand to Zayn and they laughed a bit. A few of the girls stopped Marcel for hugs and waved at us. I just stood there and rolled my eyes, trying my hardest not to just explode or take off in tears. It was only day two and he was already shrugging me off a bit.

"I'll meet you in homeroom," I muttered as Marcel stopped to talk to Stephanie. He said nothing, probably didn't even hear me. I kept my head low. Only two periods, then music, you can do it, Olivia. I told myself as I entered homeroom. I took my seat and began scrolling through my playlist, finding a song that Marcel had showed me. It was The Way by Arianna Grande and Mac Miller. I pressed it, letting the song spill into my ears as the bell rang and students poured into the classroom. I watched the door for when Marcel came in.


I should have guessed it, and I probably could've. He walked in, hand in hand, with Stephanie. I looked down at my desk, trying my hardest not to cry.

"I'll meet you in the hall after class, Steph." I heard Marcel smile.

"Okay, Marcie." she replied. Marcie? No, only I called him Marcie. I felt the tears even more at that point. I felt a presence beside me and knew it was him.

"Hey, where'd you stroll off to this morning?" he chuckled.

"Here" I replied, coldly. I looked away, trying to ignore him.

"Did I do something wrong?" Marcel questioned nervously.

"Not at all." I chuckled, shaking my head as I finally felt the tears go away. I looked over at him, giving him a reassuring smile. He gave me a small one, too as the teacher walked to the front of the class and began. My eyes flicked to the clock every few minutes. I could not wait to get to the music room. Little known fact, music is the only way I ignore everyone's bull. One more period was the only thing standing between me and my escape from this whole Marcel crap.

The next period, Marcel had paired up with Stephanie for the project, leaving me all by my lonesome.

"Olivia, if you want, you can pair up with Luke here," Mrs. Hamper, the English teacher smiled. I peered up to see a cute boy who I'd never seen before standing there. He gave me a shy smile as I accepted the offer.

"Are you new?" I asked him, passing him a worksheet.

He nodded, "Yeah, I'm Luke Beauman."

I offer a hand, "Olivia Newton." we shook hands and exchanged smiles. I peered behind me to find Marcel giggling with Stephanie, his arm around her shoulders. I shook my head, looking back at Luke. He gave me a cute smile as he began working. Maybe I'd found a new friend?

Finally, I could escape. Music time. I dashed down the halls, earning the "slow down, young lady!" from the school secretary, Mrs. Crawford. I didn't listen and ran until I found the room, hurrying in. Marcel had no idea of my music addiction. I make that sound like it's heroin or something. It's not like I'm ashamed of it, I'm just afraid of playing in front of people.

I laid my backpack down, walking over and grabbing the guitar. I squeezed the neck tightly in a fist, smiling and walking over little stool. I took a seat and placed the guitar over my knees. I pulled my pick out of my pocket and strumming it a bit, picking my cords. I slowly began my strumming. I had decided to do The Kill by 30 Seconds To Mars, but in acoustic.

"Look in my eyes, your killing me, killing me, all I wanted was you" I sang, loudly. I expected to be alone. I was so wrong.

"I tried to be someone else, But nothing seemed to change, I know, now this is who, I really am inside!" someone sang from behind me. I jumped, messing up the cord and spinning around. I saw Luke, standing by the door and smiling at me.

"I love 30 Seconds to Mars." He exclaimed walking over and pulling a chair in front of me.

"Where did you come from?" I gasped, still shocked that someone had heard me sing.

"My mom?" He raised an eyebrow, "anyway, you're an amazing singer!"

"How much did you hear?" I asked, sitting the guitar on the floor next to me.

"All of it, I followed you here." Luke said, smiling.

"Why?" I was the one to raise an eyebrow now.

He shrugged, "I was wondering where you were off to in such a hurry, I'm shocked you didn't notice me."

"I was-"

"Lost in the music?" Luke smiled brightly, "we all get that way."

I smiled, "You're pretty cool, Luke."

"So are you, Olivia." He replied.


Lunch was our next period and Luke and I walked together. We chatted about music, life, his old school and Marcel.

"Is that him?" Luke said, pointing to a table where a bunch of people were crowding, yup, Marcel.

I sighed, "Yeah."

"He's lucky." Luke smirked, "look at all the girls gawking at him."

"Yeah," I whispered, "all of them."

Notes

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