Styles Triplets

Nessa walked out of her French class, already late for her next period, history, which she had with Marcel. On certain days of the week this did not bode well for her concentration.

The teacher, Mrs. Marseille kept trying to get Nessa to pronounce a phrase to the whole class, which she still did not fully understand. Totally embarrassing!

As she walked down the hall Nessa mumbled the sentence, "Tu cannais la fille la ba?" over and over so it would stick.

Nessa noticed the halls were less crowded but still overwhelmingly loud as she speed-walked to history.

A crowd growing bigger by the minute was up against the lockers, and Nessa's inner dialogue was shouting, "Might as well see who the next victim is!"

Pushing her way through the crowd enough to get a view, Nessa's heart stopped beating.
Pushed against the lockers was Marcel at the mercy of the football team captain Johnathan, who had him by the throat.

"You' re gonna hope you're dead by the time I'm done with you Styles!"

Marcel wore his signature grin as he said, "It was artistic creativity and symbolism. You should be flattered I put this much thought into your portrait, when you are physically incapable of that level of thought."

Johnathan just stood there with a puzzled look on his face as he tried to decipher if Marcel insulted him. Nessa just rolled her eyes at the stupidity of the jock population. Some aren't this bad, but Johnathan really was a cliché.

Finally deciding that it was not a positive comment, Johnathan punched Marcel twice on the face, leaving him with a swelling left eye and a bloody nose.

Nessa, who thought she'd already stood still too long, sprung into action.

She reached for Johnathan's fist which was about to land on Marcel's nose again, and startled him enough that he dropped Marcel's neck.

"Johnathan, really, I'm sure this is just a misunderstanding."

"Back off you scrawny bitch! Or I'm coming for you next!"

Now that he's just violated every moral world code ever Nessa didn't feel sorry for what she was about to say.

"Oh really Johnathan?" Nessa threw her bags down by her feet and stepped flush against his body.

"What are you gonna do?"

"See this mallet bag? My favorite instrument might be the marimba, but my base drum mallet does a really good job of shoving itself where the sun doesn't shine."

Johnathan at a loss of words, subconsciously covered his family jewels and narrowed his eyes.

Obviously he didn't believe her. Nessa opened the zipper and pulled out the mallet, lazily swinging it around. By the time she looked up Johnathan was gone as was most of the crowd.
When Nessa turned to check on Marcel he stared at her wide eyed.

"Are you okay? You should probably go to the nurse."

"I'm sorry but I'm gonna need you to put the mallet away before we continue this conversation."

Nessa chuckled and zipped back up her bag. When she turned to observe how many bystanders were left, she saw the other Styles brothers Harry and Edward watching.

Edward looked down his nose with disdain and said, "You're only hurting him."

"What do you mean? I didn't see you helping him fight off the bully."

"He needs to stand up for himself and if he isn't capable of that, then to keep his head low." said Harry.

"I'm so tired of this! Learn to love each other, and stand up for each other! It is what siblings do! We don't necessarily have to like it, but we do it because they're family!"

Both of the brothers stood there with shocked expressions, not sure what to say.

"I'm late for class...help Marcel to the nurse. Honestly!"

Nessa finished her walk to class and accepted the tardy slip from the teacher as she walked in.
Marcel was not too far behind as he also accepted a pass, but when he sat down he grinned at Nessa and winked in all of his bruised glory.

Is it possible for a heart to physically melt?

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