Marcel.
Marcel slammed his locker shut, the metallic clang echoing through the empty hallway like a gong announcing the end of his sanity.
The day had been a relentless assault of whispers, snickers, and pointed stares, all courtesy of what had happened earlier on.
But he really didn’t care, all he cared about was Alyssa. She had been mad at him and she did not even try to listen to him.
He did not like that, he hated it. And it had all been Reese’s fault. She had kissed him right at the moment Alyssa had come out of her art class.
He could not even blame her because he had entertained her, he should have walked away from her when he noticed what she was doing.
He should have known better. Or even pushed her away when she had come to kiss him but then it had all happened so fast.
