It was cold outside. Not the majestic kind of cold where snowflakes are falling all around you and the sky is a gorgeous grey blue, but the kind of cold where you cover up your mouth with your hoodie and brace for the wind, hoping it'll stop just enough for you to reach the safety of inside. I arrive at a large building and step in, relieved of the cold. Not many people are here yet. The door closes behind me and in front of me are another set of four doors, with one i proceed to open. To the left is the office, I swing open the door and to the right, am greeted with a large counter. A bigger women is seated in a office chair not exactly big enough for her. I clear my throat and she looks at me over the rim of her glasses.

"May I help you?" She looks back at her computer screen and continues typing.

"Uhm, yes. I am new here and would like a copy of my schedule." I say softly.

"Last name?"

"Burray, Bonnibel Burray."

"Its a little early, dear." She hands me my newly printed schedule. "You still have over a half an hour."

"Oh, I see." I take the warm paper. "I suppose I'll wait in the commons."

"There's a coffee shop down the road a bit, to the right once you leave the school. my husband owns it, its very lovely." She smiles at me.

"Okay, thank you." I look down at her name plate sitting on her desk. "Mrs. Trunks."

"No problem honey, I hope you have a nice twelve and thirteenth year here."

Twelve and thirteenth year i think to myself, that's odd. I'm defiantly a junior. I push this thought out of my mind as i walk out of the school. A gust of wind rips through me, and i close my eyes and shiver. I should've warn something warmer than this hoodie. I reached the sidewalk and start towards the little coffee shop, maybe 4 blocks down. I reach my destination with numb fingertips and a stiff face. It was only late fall, I wonder why its so cold outside. I walk up to Mr. Pigs Smooth Java, I reach for the door, but before I touch the handle, a black motorcycle roars to a stop in the parking spot right behind me. A girl hops off, pulling her helmet off and her long black hair falls out.

"Thanks Marsh, Ima chill here for a lil and head to school." The girl says to the other person on the bike, their helmet still on.

"You sure sis? I can wait if you want, I mean I have a date at 8:30 but i can be a little late, its cool." The guys i assume is Marsh replies.

"Its fine bro. You be good don't do anything I wouldn't do." She chuckles.

"Haha I bet." They fist bump. "See you sis, learn some new shit today." The guy pulls away leaving the girl, she starts walking to the door.

I'm flustered and turn around and open the door. Hopefully she didn't notice I was listening, why did I even listen, oh glob. She walks up behind me and I hold the door.

"Thanks" She smiles at me.

"Y-yeah." I stutter. Great Bonnibel. Great.

She walks in and up to the counter straight ahead and i follow. She orders a coffee with one cream and one sugar. She moves to the left of the counter and waits for her order. I move up and order a small vanilla coffee with three sugar. The barista flusters to put in the order, he's turning red.

"That'll be £1.39p." The guys says.

I open my wallet. "Uhm." I'm not exactly sure how much that is so i pull out a bill that says 5 pounds with some lady on it and hand it to him. He gives me a big smile and takes the bill giving me my change dropping a few coins. He blushes and pick them up and puts then in my hand. "Thanks.." I mutter.

"No problem!" He says enthusiastically.

I move left and the girl has already gotten her drink and sat down at a booth. Shes sitting alone, a book in her hand. Im not sure why but i cant look away.

"Madam. Madam?" The guys says trying to hand me my cup.

"Oh, sorry." I snap out of my daze and get my cup. I walk over to an empty both, to the right and up one from the mysterious girl. I take a seat on the cold vinal brown and red stripped booth. I hold the warm cup in between my cold fingers. Why'd he call me madam? Isn't that a French thing? I realize threres a peice of paper stuck to the side of it, and i pull it off. Its witten sloppily in a black pen. 'Youre a cutie and i love your accent. Text me when you get a chance.' With a number attached. Great i think to myself. I ball up the paper and toss it right on the floor. Fuckin tool. My accent youre the one with the accent buddy. No ones texting your ugly ass, grown ass, need to wash your face ass and comb your hair ass motherfucker. I chuckle at myself and take a sip from my coffee. Its still pretty hot but i manage to swallow, the liquid burning my throat as it goes down. Mrs. Trunks was right, this place has great coffee.

I hear a laugh and i look up and the girl is looking back at me. I tear my eyes away and look down at my cup. I feel my face warming up. Did she hear me laugh at my own stupidity? Or maybe burn my tongue on hot coffee? What if she saw both? Oh my glob im so stupid. I peak at her and shes no longer looking at me but back at her book. Why am i even worried?

I cant look away, although i dont really try. She has mocha colored eyes and the sun's shining on them, and speckles of gold are added in. Her eyebrows are pinched together and her face is tense. She's deep into the book. She runs her hands through her long black hair, the left side is shaved, maybe like a half an inch long. Wow. Shes beautiful.

I look at my watch and its 8:15, school starts in 15 minutes. I drink the rest of my coffee, hoping it'll get me through my first day at this new school, and stand up. I hear the jingle of the door and the girl is also leaving. Great. Assuming she also goes to Ooo, I'l be following her the whole way. I sigh and sling my bag over my shoulder. I pull my hood up and my jacket over my mouth, and walk through the little glass door. The barista says something along the lines of have a nice day but i cant hear him too well and the door shuts mid sentence.

I reach the sidewalk and I see the girl ahead of me. Wow, seriously, why is she everywhere i go. Granted we both must go to the same school but still. I try and keep my eyes focused on the ground, but every now and then i have to peak up to make sure im keeping a safe distance away. I look up for maybe the third time and im closer. Really close. She's stopped walking. I slow down but eventually I reach her. She starts walking beside me. What is she doing, my hearts beating so fast.

"Sooo, do you stalk as a hobby or as a living?" She grins looking down at me. Shes maybe 3 inches taller, with me being 5'2.

"What! Nonono, I go to school at Ooo, this is the way i have to go." I reply trying to keep my cool but its not wokring too well.

"Oooh, I seeee. You just saw someone as cute as me and y'know, just decided to follow and get a look from behind." She laughs keeping her gaze straight ahead.

"Where did you even get that from? If i didn't now any better I'd say youwereflirting with me."

"Wow Princess, way to be confident, and what makes you assume I am?" She looks down at me once again, her smile beaming brightly in the sun.

"Well, usually you dont talk to someone you just met like that." My face is warming up even with the wind violently blowing. I pull my hands up into my sleeves.

"Maybe this is how i talk to everyone. Like you said, we just met." She has this cockiness in her voice.

"What makes you thing I don't know how flirting works?" I'm getting butterflies, but im not going to show it.

"Because i'm not some lame late twenties barista at a coffee shop. I'm Marceline." I see the corner of her lip rise up into a grin.

"And I'm Bonnie. Oh my glob you saw that guy? He was a whole mess, i was not trying to deal with that this early in the morning. Especially on my first fucking day." I giggle at that and so does she.

"What do you mean a whole mess?" Shes laughing at me.

"I dont know its just a figurative thing, like, whole as in like, his whole self is a mess." I laugh with her.

"Ive never heard that one before." Shes still laughing. " That must be an American thing, yeah?"

"Just like how maths is an English thing. Seriously, its math. Not plural."

"Yeah, yeah." She smiles down at me and i cant help but blush. We reach the front of the building. "I'll catch you later Bubblegum."

"What makes you think I like talking to you?" I grin at her.

"Because." She smiles at me. "I've never seen someone blush so quickly."