"It looks great mate!" Zayn said admiring my new tattoo.
"Y-You think so?" I wasn't so sure, but after all it was my 6th one. I was careful to hide them at school. I didn't want too much of a dark side to come through. Sometimes it was like a war within me. But then one day the war was over.
"Hey punk!" I cringed. It had been 2 months and Jake returned to school. I beat up him pretty bad, he was out of school for a while. I turned around.
"What." I gritted through my teeth. My heart started racing. I had to control myself. No words were spoken. He just lunged. I had been taking boxing classes and to the schools surprise, I won.
Again.
I looked down at him and threw one more punch.
"And that's for Gemma." I picked up my books and started walking away, leaving him in the football field.
"Marcel wait."
"What." I glared.
"I'm sorry." He said sorry. Well sorry couldn't fix what happened.
"You better be. And it's Harry from now on. Harry Styles."
Jake left. He transferred high schools. Marcel was a thing of the past.