Harry, Edward and Marcel

Chapter 17

"But when you go you look like this," I waved my hands at him. "You look completely different and no one would know it's you," I argued.

"I know, it's just that I don't feel....confident enough. That's the gym Cal Doipin uses and I just feel like he would be able to recognize me too easily," he spoke concentrating on the road.

"Wait, Cal Doipin?" I questioned and he nodded.

"He's the leader of the group that you know...." Marcel said. Automatically my eyes darted to his covered sides that I've worried about every day since our little bathroom talk.

"Cal Doipin?" I questioned again and he nodded. "I hate that guy's sister, Lucy. She's fucking annoying," I said loudly.

"And so are you so stop using that language," Marcel spoke, his tone of voice now strict not playful. Oops. I hadn't even noticed I'd used that word.

"Sorry," I muttered. I don't know why he doesn't like swearing so much.

"H-how do you know Lucy?" he asked me curiously.

"She goes to my school and sits at our table. Her and one of my bros, Logan, used to date and when they broke-up she sort of became clingy," I said remembering back to that day.

"Oh," was all he said to that. "Yeah, I know she's really annoying. She's such a 'B' word," he said. At this I cracked up laughing. He eyed me out of the corner of his eyes and smirked.

"Is that your pathetic attempt at swearing?" I tried to ask in between laughs.

"No. I don't even like saying that but I knew it would make you laugh," he said, happy with himself. He was so funny. My vision started to blur as happy tears started to roll down my cheeks. This guy was such a nerd.

"Okay," he said as I made myself stop. I thought I'd hurt his feelings by laughing at him too much but when I looked at him he still had the same smile plastered on his face.

"Okay Edward," he said as he pulled into a car park and stopped the car. "I really need you to behave now. I want Dave and I to have a good workout so you can go on the treadmills or something." Marcel then opened his door and stepped out as I did the same.

"Who's Dave," I asked playfully.

"He's my personal trainer."

"Ooooo," I said, running around the car and jumping in front of him. He bumped into me and surprisingly I was the one that was nearly knocked over, not him.

"What?" he groaned.

"Can I pleeeeeeaaaaassee pretend to be you," I begged.

"What? Why?"

"Why not?" I said back. It took a while to convince him but he gave in and said that because he really needed a work out I was only allowed 5 minutes. He sat in his car and let me go in alone.

I strut into the gym causing everyone to look up. "Dave!" I called hoping he would say he was here because I didn't know who he was or what he looked like.

"Here," I heard someone yell from the corner so I walked over.

I walked by him then into the locker rooms where I took off my shirt like Marcel said he always did. I came out and stood in front of the man.

"Woo. You look different," he said as he looked up from his crouching position. He stood up and he was about the same height as me. "Seems that you've shrunk too," he said as he eyed my tattoos.

"Can you fit me in?" I asked politely.

"Sure can. Can I ask you why you changed yourself?" he said eyeing me strangely.