Styles Triplets

After a long day of stressful schoolwork and trying to fly under the radar, Nessa's favorite way to unwind was playing the marimba in the band room. Being in a completely quiet room with nothing but Nessa's favorite arrangements under her hands is almost therapeutic.

The only reason Nessa really needed this "therapy session" is because Mrs. Wright who was Lakeside Academy's art teacher assigned this ridiculous 'getting to know you' project. It was the middle of the year! If she really wanted to get to know the idiotic mouth-breathers surrounding her, Nessa would've made the extra effort.

It also didn't help that she's not artistically gifted at all. Was it possible to screw up stick figures? It was so idiotic that they make everyone take certain courses in order to pass!
Nessa began to play Moonlight Sonata for the millionth time when her phone buzzed on the stand. Swiping on the screen she saw that Kat texted her.

Kat and Ari are the only real friends Nessa had. They seemed to be the only ones willing to talk to the brainiac wallflower. If they hadn't weaseled their way past her steel barrier Nessa would be the definition of a loner.

Nessa was shocked it was already 5:30. She'd been there for two hours already?
"Hey want to hang out and rant about how I was paired with the school's biggest man-slut tonight over pizza?"

Nessa laughs at how dramatic Kat can be sometimes.

"Sure just let me get home. I'll text when I'm close."

"You're still at school? Let me guess, band room? Sounds like you had a stressful day too. Hurry home or I'm coming to find you!"

"Lol, yeah you could say that...I'm on the way now!"

Nessa put her phone in her mallet bag and covered the marimba. The Band Director, Mr. Brines, gave Nessa the keys because he was tired of waiting for her to finish rehearsing. She shut off the lights and locked the doors. Nessa briskly walked to the school's exit.

On the way, Nessa remembered she needed her anatomy book for the test tomorrow. She detoured to her locker, which was right next to the library. Nessa grabbed her book and shoved it in her bag and when Nessa looked up she saw Marcel Styles at the table in front of the window.

He was bent over his notebook sketching his own art project. From his furrowed brow...it's was not going well. Nessa smiled at his frustration because his eraser was ripping his paper for the third time.

She giggled softly at how cute his frustrated face was and at that moment in time he looked up.
At first she thought, "Oh God! He probably thinks I'm the biggest stalker in the world." Which then led to her only solution.

Nessa's mind was screaming DO SOMETHING NESSA! So she did the only thing she could think of.

Nessa awkwardly gave a small wave and mentally smacked her forehead. Nessa's mind said, "Nice...real smooth."

Marcel motioned for her to wait and she nodded again awkwardly. Groan, why was she so tripped up around him. Oh right because Nessa had a huge crush on him. Okay it was more than a crush...more like she wanted to grab him by the suspenders and kiss him till she was out of breath.

He pushed through the door to her far right and says, "Hey Nessa! How long were you standing there?"

"Long enough to see you rip through your paper several times."

"Yeah I think I'm considering turning it in that way and calling it a creative decision."
"What do you mean?"

"I'm paired with the school's captain of the football team."

"Oh right Jared isn't it?"

"Yep the holes symbolize all the times he was dropped on his head as a baby."

Nessa uncontrollably starts laughing and has to take deep breaths to stop the ache in her lungs.

Marcel is smiling that crooked grin of his she adores and Nessa remembered her little crush.
"Hey are you heading home?"

"Oh yeah I'm on my way to see Kat apparently she's paired with your brother Harry."

Marcel raised his eyebrows and said, "Wish her luck for me and tell her to add a girl's bra on his head for me."

Nessa smiled and said, "I'll pass the message."

"I'm driving you home and you can't argue. Come on."

She loved it when he was a gentleman. He was the perfect package! Smart, handsome, kind of sporty, witty, and available!

As they arrived at his car he opened the door for her and Nessa slid into the passenger's seat. Marcel jogged over to his side and started the car.

The music started playing over the radio and what else comes on but Moonlight Sonata.
Nessa sighed and settled into the seat. Like she said...Marcel Styles was perfect.

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