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    || Marcel sat in class, bitin his lip, feeling Louis' eyes drill hole in the back of his head. He didn't know why the tattooed punk guy sat behind him. ||


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    Louis was unbelievably bored, not even listening to the teacher droaning on and on. All he had to look at was that, that nerd's head for another hour. He tapped his fingertips against the desk, chewing on his bottom lip and flicking his tongue over the piercing in the flesh.

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    || It was hot that day, Marcel took off his glasses and ruffled his hair, letting it fall naturally. He put his glasses back on and sighed. ||


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    Louis bit his lip. Okay, so now that Marcel's hair wasnt ridiculously undoed, he looked at least somewhat normal. He felt arousal start to pool in his stomach at the though of tugging those curls.

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    || Marcel looked behind him at Louis and smiled sheepishly. He turned back and laid his head on his desk. ||


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    Louis jumped when the bell rang. He rushed out of class, towards his best fuck buddy, Zayn.


    You RP Zayn, alright?

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    ||Zayn grinned, seeing Louis.


    Marcel frowned. He was looking forward to talking to the boy.. ||


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    Louis grinned and messed up Zayn's hair, not realizing Marcel watching "Oh, Zaynie poo you make me weak to my knees!" He said dramatically, placing a hand over his heart.

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    ||Marcel frowned deeper, grabbing his white t shirt, finding his other shirt too warm. He bit his lip and quickly took off his shirt, groaning when he dropped his shirt, picking it up and putting it on. ||


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    Louis turned so he was looking at Marcel "You alright, mate?" He quirked an eyebrow as he blantly checked his out. God damn, he had some nice collarbones. And oh, those were some pretty nice biceps as well.

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    ||Marcel grabbed his bag and bit his lip. "I-I have to go.." He stuttered, walking away quickly. ||


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    || Marcel sat outside, reading his book until his mom came to pick him up. He sat on the stairs, his tattooed arm, which he'd never show, was shown through the shirt, not knowing it was see-through. ||


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    Louis walked past him on the way to his car. He smirked "I like your tats." He drawled, swinging his hips as he walked away as fast as he came.

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    ||Marcel looked up as glanced at his arms. "Oh no..." He whispered, pulling his sweater on. ||


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