•Marcel•

"Thanks for the ride Niall," I told him as I got out of his truck.

Niall smiled, and waved as he drove off. I ran towards my house, opening the door to my bathroom a few seconds later and succumbing to an ice cold shower.

No way in hell would I wank off to Louis Tomlinson.

Later I walked downstairs calling for my mom, who came running in minutes later.

"Hey mom, Liam said he could come over for dinner...around 5:30?" I told her. She smiled cheerfully at me, I guess she had gotten what she wanted...me to finally have a friend.

"That's great honey, I'm just gonna make some home made pizza, want to help?" she asked. So she wasn't planning on going out, that was rare.

"I'd love to," I said. She smiled as she started taking out the ingredients.

"Why are your lips swollen?" she asked seconds later after I had washed my hands. I didn't say anything. "Marcel...?" she asked. I finally looked up.

"Someone kissed me," I finally said quietly.

She looked surprised, shaking.her long brown hair in disbelief, then she smiled as she started grating the cheese. "Who's the lucky girl?" she asked. I froze, and I could feel myself go a dark pink.

"Oh...OH!" She finally realised. She put down the cheese, "Don't worry honey, no matter who you like I'll always be here for you," she said softly. I nodded but jerked away from her.

"I'm not gay," I stated matter of factly. She bit her lip, but finally nodded.

"I'm gonna go change, that way I'll be comfortable and more efficient," I told her.

"Okay," she said going back to preparing the stuff. I ran upstairs, quickly changing into black sweatpants, and a black loose t shirt. I ran downstairs just as my mom started kneading the dough. I washed my hands and began to help. She didn't ask about who had kissed me, minutes after we started she turned on the radio and we began to sing along to whatever was on.

****

"Do you think he even likes pizza?" My mom asked as she took out the nice, round delicious smelling food out of the oven.

"Who doesn't like pizza?" I said smiling. I heard the doorbell ring, I excused myself and went to go get it. Opening the door I found myself staring at a Liam and nervous Niall. I looked at them in surprise.

"Woah Marcel, what happened to your curls?" Niall asked.

"I don't like them...so I always put my hair like this," I told him opening the door wider.

"Liam?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Don't look at me, he found me walking over here and asked where I was going and I told him and he decided to tag along, if you don't mind," Liam said smiling.

I grinned, "No, it's cool, though I'm not sure if we made enough pizza?" I said.

"Nah, it's alright, just well Hi," Liam said.

"Oh and well nice home," Niall said walking in and looking around. I was still surprised that he was even here, I had barely known this kid for a day! Didn't think we had become to that part of a friendship yet. Liam smiled at me, as he walked inside also.

"Marcel who's here?" My mom said walking in.

"Liam...and apparently Niall," I said quietly. My mom looked surprised, then her face broke out into a huge smile. She must be really happy for me.

"Do you guys want some snacks? while Marcel goes and changes?" She asked. I flushed a deep red, right I was messy. I looked at my mom, not one mess, not one dark brown strand of hair out of place. I was just so clumsy that I had spilled eggs on my shirt and some of the dough was on my jeans.

Liam muttered a "sure," while Niall said "Yes Ma'am!" and bounded after my mother towards the kitchen. I couldn't help but let out a laugh, as I ran upstairs to quickly change.

I pulled on some dark slightly worn out blue jeans, and a new clean red Polo t shirt. I slicked my hair back, and placed my glasses on my face.

I hated my curls, they were so distracting and messy. I looked at myself in the mirror for a few more seconds, finally sighing in content. Soon I was downstairs, hearing my mom laugh at something Niall said.

I smiled. Early in the school year...and I now maybe I finally had people to call friends.

***

"Alright Marcel, I'm going out, it was fun meeting you guys, see you tomorrow, I love you honey," my mom said appearing from upstairs where she had disappeared when we had finished dinner.

Liam, and I were currently sitting on the couch, watching telly. While Niall had the left over pizza in front of him...he was probably on his 4th slice. I didn't think anyone could eat so much in so little time.

"Okay bye mom," I called out, seconds later the front door was opened then shut.

"Thats weird...she didn't give you rules, so its like basically you could do whatever you want," Niall said.

I shrugged, "She always leaves me alone...its just...I-I'm usually alone...no one ever really hangs out with me," I said quietly.

Niall was quiet, then Liam decided to break the tension with even more tension.

"Hey...what's going on with you and Louis?" he asked quietly but it was still completely irrelevant to anything.

"What? nothing absolutely nothing is," I muttered half truthfully.

"Is that, that guys name? he seems like an awful jerk," Niall said.

"He is," Liam and I said at the same time, both then looked at each other and looked away just as fast.

"I heard he went to detention...do you know why?" Liam asked.

I was quiet. "He said I was gay, the teacher heard him and got angry," I finally responded. Everything was quiet.

"Well...are you, because listen if you are its no big deal," Niall finally said.

"I'm not gay...and I'm not his toy." I said, and the firmness in my voice must have settled it then because minutes later, Liam asked if I had any videogames. To which I shyly responded that I loved videogames causing their eyes to widen as I showed them my collection.

I was firm on what I said, I wasn't gay. Louis was just a douchebag that couldn't take no for an answer. Well I was not planning on giving in.

•Louis•

*

I pulled on Marcel's hand, watching his big green eyes widen in surprise at the force that I was using, I just smirked down at him.

Marcel the guy with the big green eyes, behind those dark thick black rimmed glasses, who was tall and lanky, with a long delicious pale torso, his beautiful curls, that he would shake in frustration, or that were hidden when he put his hair back. His lips, those beautiful plump pink lips of his. They felt amazing against my own, I bet they would feel amazing against something else.

I finally found a room, and I pushed him into it. He looked up at me, his green eyes slight with fear. I turned and locked the door, I finally turned back to him, only.focused on him.

It was a dimly lit room, I could clearly see his face. My hand reached out to touch his cheek, stroking it with my thumb. His eyes widened as they took in the tattoos on my arms. His hand reached out and he touched them.

He looked up at me innocently. "Didn't they hurt?" he asked softly. His voice low and raspy. He was just so innocent. I captured his face in my hands, leaning down and pressing my lips to his. His soft lips, feeling amazing against mine. Just one soft kiss. I pulled away. He was staring at me wide eyed.

"What are you going to do?" He asked quietly.

I was silent...then I smirked. "I'm...going to f-ck you so hard," I told him. He swallowed. I reached in closer to him, apparently he didnt like that because he pulled away.

"Please don't, wont it hurt?" he asked quietly. Damn it, he was so freaking innocent. I couldn't hold it in. I pushed him onto the bed. He squealed and tried to push me off of him. I captured his hands and raised them above his head.

"uh uh," I said playfully. I kissed his lips. Then softly trailing across his cheekbones. One of my hands kept his above his head, the other ran down to the bottom of his shirt, reaching underneath it.

Abs, he had Abs.

"Babe you've been keeping things from me haven't you," I said as I quickly unbottoned his shirt and slowly took it off. He looked up at me. A few tears had slipped from his face. He was flushed and flustered, and squirming trying to get away.

I kissed his lips, he didn't respond, just quivered underneath me. My lips trailed down his exposed torso. My eyes taking everything of his in. He was just too damn perfect. No tattoos, no anything. Just clean creamy white skin. I sucked on his neck, nipped and bit and it. Soothing it over when I heard his whimpers. He was no longer pushing me away. I let his hands go. My hands reached down to unbutton his jeans, pulling them slowly down. My lips not once leaving his neck, sucking so hard I knew there would be a huge mark there, with that thought i smirked pulling back. Finally his jeans were fully off him, I could see the huge bulge against his boxers. I reached out, palming him through his boxers. My lip trailing down his chest, I sucked on one of nipples. Causing him to shiver underneath me. To my astonishment I realised he had four of them.

Then suddenly there it was. "Oh Louis," my name, from those beautiful lips of his. Trailing from his torso back to his neck where I sucked on his neck, claiming him as mine. My lips captured his again, this time I didn't hesitate, just prying his lips open so I could taste his mouth. He let out a moan.

His lips left mine. Suddenly he was the one taking force, pushing me back, causing me to fall on the bed, pulling me closer to him. I couldn't help the moans escape my lips. I couldn't stand this, I pushed him back onto the bed. His green eyes full of lust.

"Say it," I said, he was underneath me, his skin a light pink, he looked flustered, his curls were in a disarray. He looked confused his lips turned pouty for a second then he said it those words.

"Fuck me Louis,"

I smirked and pulled off his boxers. I couldn't hold my gasp when I saw what was underneath. "Such a big c-ck baby. So nice and pretty, can't wait to let you fuck my mouth with it. Hmm, wanna fuck my mouth baby?" I said my hand lying over it an his hips bucked up as he moaned in response.

I laughed lightly and leaned down so my mouth was just barely over the cock's head. I kissed the tip and pulled back when Marcel let out an annoyed groan. "You're gonna suck me off okay babe? I'll eat you out." I whispered harshly.

He looked confused. "What?" He asked, and I grinned because of course he would not know what I meant by it. I decided to surprise him. My eyes eying his tight pink hole. "Suck my c-ck baby, then I'll eat you out." His mouth opened and f-ck he looked like he was salivating for it.

"Suck it good baby. Such a good babe, so beautiful." I moaned as his lips wrapped around the tip of my dick.

*

"LOUIS WAKE UP OR YOU WILL BE LATE," I heard a voice scream. I woke up, I was sweating...

That nerd, that stupid geek. I mentally groaned. I had, a dream. I quickly stood up to wash my sheets, no it wasn't just because I had gotten close to f-cking c-mming in my sweatpants but I had probably sweat a lot which was disgusting just as well. My dick was lying across my stomach painfully hard. I groaned in annoyance. Just so freaking great, barely know nerd boy for 3 days, and I'm already dreaming about him.

However to think....how that geek would be in bed. Is a good question...also a question that I would be looking forward to answering.

Soon.

•Marcel•

I didn't wake up late this time! I moved to put on my regular clothes. A white simple t shirt and my brown cardigan over it. Next some dark blue jeans. I went to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and using the toilet. I looked at myself in the mirror, my curls hanging messily on my head. I hated them, they were so...curly? I quickly put it so that it slicked to the side. I put on my glasses, then glanced at the mirror.

Same old Marcel was staring back at me. I grimaced, the name calling would start up again today..but I sighed willing to take it. I liked who I was and the name calling didn't really bother me.

Only one certain person bothered me, I shuddered. Hopefully he would leave me alone. I picked up my messenger bag, and putting it on, I walked downstairs. I debated whether to cook pancakes or eat cereal...I had 30 minutes to get to school so I was in no hurry. In the end I decided on making toast.

Finally being done with breakfast I made my way to school.

***

"Fag,"

"Nerd,"

"Geek,"

Louis sneered pushing Marcel against the locker, harshly. Marcel wincing in pain. He was shocked to say the least, shocked and slightly hurt no not physicially, emotionally, confused as to why Louis was being so harsh to him all of a sudden?

Louis pushed Marcel up against the locker, when Suddenly Marcel felt a warm hand touch his stomach, inch its way up his torso. Unlike before it wasn't light or soft it was full on grasping and groping and Marcel looked at Louis more confused then ever, Louis just smirked down at him.

Liam walked into the school, he saw Louis pushing some poor lad against a locker. Having a closer look and realizing it was Marcel the one with the shocked and pained look, Liam rushed forward pulling back a startled Louis.

"What the hell Tomlinson?" Liam shouted. Louis looked up at Liam, his face expressionless. Zayn came into view, glaring at Liam, while Liam went to Marcel's aid. Marcel's lips were quivering and he was.shaking.

"Look I don't know what game you're playing but you need to kindly screw off," Liam said turning to Louis and Zayn giving them a warning look.

"I'll f-ck off when I get what I want," Louis said turning around and walking away, Zayn just mere seconds after.

Minutes later Niall came into the scene. He was confused until Liam filled him in. Marcel was still shaking, they made it into their first hour class, just a few minutes before the bell rang.

*Days Later*

Marcel hadn't been touched by Louis in days, or heard from him. Least to say it had been an amazing time, he had begun to know Liam and Niall a little bit more. Niall had just told a joke to which Marcel was laughing hard at it, making small snorting sounds.

Louis was glaring at the sight in front of him, Marcel was laughing, because of that stupid Niall bloke. His grip on the steering wheel tightening, his knuckles turning white.

"Lou...what the hell is wrong with you?" Zayn who was sitting behind him said. Louis couldn't move his eyes away from glaring at Niall.

"Lou...are you jealous?" Zayn asked. That broke Louis out of his thoughts.

"No what the f-ck of course im not," Louis said angrily. "That Niall guy just needs to learn that he needs to get the f-ck away from Marcel," Louis said.

Zayn just shook his head, "Well are we going to go?" he asked Louis. Louis wasn't paying attention because at that moment, Niall had taken Marcel's glasses and was currently running away with them in his hands.

"Louis did you hear what I just said? we have a job tonight," Zayn said.

"Huh oh okay," Louis said. Finally deciding to leave the almost now empty school parking lot.

"What do you like Marcel?" Zayn asked quietly a few seconds later.

"Hell no, he just seems like good f-ck," Louis responded.

He wasn't about to admit that the nerdy goofy green eyed lad was the only thing on his mind the past several days.

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