Left Behind (Marcel FanFiction)

{Olivia POV}



I tugged Luke down the hallway toward the music room, letting go of his shirt and look in the eyes. His left eye was slightly bruising and he hissed in pain at the gash by his lip when he attempted to smile. I sighed and pulled him into a hug. He hugged back, rubbing my back.

"What made you do that?" I whispered in his ear.

"That's jerk thought it was okay to call my baby scum," Luke replied, now holding on my hips so my arms were around his neck and we were just looking at each other.

"Luke, you didn't need to attack the guy," I giggled, "you got hurt.."

"I think I'm a lot better than he is, babe." Luke smirked, taking off his jacket, which was huge around his arms and dapping it against the cut in his mouth.

I took the jacket and took over, "You're crazy, Babe."

"Crazy for you," Luke winked, pressing a kiss I know caused him so pain to my lips. I kissed back and we stood there like that for at least 30 seconds, that's when the bell rang and Luke took my hand, giving me a smile against the protest of his lip and we walked to class.

When we got in there, we were a minute late, but there was no teacher. Luke walked over and pulled my seat out for me. I thanked him and took my seat. Naturally, my eyes scanned the room for Marcel. It was an old habit and they say it takes 21 days to kick one, and it had obviously hadn't been 21 days, it had barely been a week. I found no Marcel. I saw Stephanie, Zayn, Niall, Louis and Liam, but no Marcel. I glanced at Luke, noticing he was talking with Chet, one of his friends. I decided to snatch the opportunity and walked over to the group.

Zayn looked up, "Olivia?"

"Where's Marcel?" I asked, ignoring his stupid greeting.

"Why should you care?" Stephanie hissed, giving me a glare.

I rolled my eyes, "Luke beat him up, not me.."

"Either way, Marcel was humiliated, so he took off and we haven't seen him since." Liam said, shrugging a bit.

"He said something about being at the old Oak tree, but I mean, I don't know what that means." Niall added onto Liam's comment, also shrugging a bit.

"Wait, he's going where?" I raised an eyebrow.

"He calls it the old Oak tree, he goes there everyday." Zayn said, tapping the eraser of his pencil on the desk.

"Marcel never takes anyone with him, he says it's his alone time," Louis snickered.

I knew exactly where Marcel was. He and I had found this big tree when we were kids and it became Our Place. We went there when one of us needed comfort or we were just bored. We hadn't been there in years, though, I was shocked he remembered how to get there. It was about half a mile from our school. I knew disturbing him wouldn't be a good thing, so I pushed that thought away with a sigh.

"Okay, um, thanks guys." I said, walking back to my seat. Besides, not like Marcel wanted me there anyway.


{ Marcel POV}

I kicked the tree once again, sending the familiar pain shooting through my foot. I groaned at the pain and turned away from the tree, falling against it with my back. I threw my head back against the bark. Where is she?! Where is Olivia?! My mind chanted. But then I remembered, she hated me and had Luke now.

I was so stupid for missing her. Why would I miss someone who hates me? That really irks me. The fact she literally said she hates me. I knew she has the right to hate me for what I said. I knew she has every right to never want to see me again. I just didn't want to accept that just yet. She was my best friend. She was the only person who accepted me. I knew I was the one to blame for her not wanting to be around me anymore, but that was another thing I just couldn't accept. I couldn't accept the fact that the real Marcel, was gone.

It sounded crazy, just the thought of actually missing my old personality. The fact that I actually miss being some wimpy kid that no one liked. Yesterday, Zayn had been picking on some kid in the court yard, some kid named Jeremy. He was a junior, and pretty much exactly like I used to be. I pretty much just stood there and watched one of my darkest memories flood back. The memory of getting beat up in front of everyone, because that is exactly what Zayn did to that kid.

Zayn wasn't a bad guy, he had a bad rep. Lou was your usual biker bad boy that never went a day without a girl wrapped around his finger. Liam and Niall were great guys and their friendship was closer than I have ever seen any friendship be. It was honestly a great knit with those two. Stephanie was nice, too. She was pretty iffy when it came to not flirting with Zayn or Lou. She asked me out and I felt like I had to say yes, because, well, she and I practically already were dating... But whatever. The whole sad part in all of this, was that these people were my friends?

I squeezed my eyes shut and bit down on my lip. This was crazy, but maybe I actually missed 'old Marcel'

Not that it mattered, Olivia would never have me again. She'd never want to be my aquaintence, let alone best friend. I slid down the tree, resting my head in my hands.

Yeah, I was crazy to ever think like that.

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