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Chapter 1: Contact

My name is Fionna but everyone who knows me calls me Fi, I recently just got transferred into Elwood high school after moving with my father half way through my school year (which sucked ass by the way) but I suppose its not all that bad cause now I get to see my twin brother more, he goes to university though so I'll still very rarely see him. At least I'm not alone, my best friend from when I was younger also goes to this school and moved here when she got to high school, its been a year since I've seen her face to face but we've kept in contact and are still really close and I'm in most of her classes which is a bonus cause now I'm not going to look like a complete loner I suppose. Her name is Marceline and she's a total Goth (not meant as an insult) She just likes a lot of dark things and heavy bands and summoning demons, you know the normal typical "Goth" shit, where as I am some what different, I still highly enjoy rock bands and stuff I just dress, well, em, brightly. Id rather not bring so much attention to myself so id rather just blend in and look kinda "normal" I guess.

First day at my new school and to be honest I didn't miss the boring lectures, small cramped bus ride ( I've got my drivers licence but haven't got a car which sucks!) and I defiantly did not miss the over enthusiastic first years who ran down every corridor making sure they weren't late to their lessons, how ever I am thankful to them first years for pushing me into the dream boat who is known as marshal lee... ohhhhh my lordy lord, he's like the schools heart throb bad boy, id been at Elwood half a day and I already heard over a thousand scandals stories about him and I thought nothing of him till we made contact.
It happened at lesson change over for first years but early lunch for second years, I was going to my locker to put my books away, I really didn't feel like carrying them any more, anyway this group of first years came rushing past and pushed to the side, which is when I stumble into Marshal Lee. I will remember everything about him, how his jet black hair flicked to the side and rested just below his eyebrows, his deep dark brown eyes that seemed to have looked at me for a million years, his warm hand on my arm as he steadied himself after I bumped into him and most of all how he smelled like sweetness, nothing like any of the other boys at Elwood. Although he is actually a major dick, I ACCIDENTALLY bumped into him and I apologised immediately to him, his response to me was
"whoa sweet cheeks, not my type, maybe in your dreams cutie" and even though I wanted to slap him right there and then I couldn't help the Butterfly's taking over my stomach as soon as he described me as a "cutie" it was so sickly sweet.

Its been a week since I came into contact with Marshal Lee and his image refused to escape my mind, its like I was trapped, paralysed, poisoned with his touch, his voice. Over and over again I could hear his deep sexy voice inside my head call me a cutie, I prayed id see him again, like actually got to talk to him but a bad boy like him would never pay any interest in me, would he?

Little did I know id see Marshall Lee again too soon. He was moved into my higher science class and Mr Kidain sat him right next to me in the back corner of the class room, it was both heaven and hell at once. His sweet aroma kept me distracted and my heart beat heavy every time he sighed, he didn't seem like he wanted to sit next to me, or anyone for that fact and yet he didn't rebel, he did his work in silence and that was it, id have to spend 3 hours a week in biology, chemistry and physics stuck in this awkward silence to scared to say anything. However to my surprise one lesson are awkward silence was broken, half way through listening to a lecture about partials or some shit in one of our classes together our silent note taking was disturbed by his sweet voice,
"you know you don't talk much" he whispered as he continued to take notes, I looked at him, in amazement, in ore that he was actually talking to me.
"yes I do talk" he said shooting a half smile my way as he turned his head to look at me.
"I didn't think you'd want to talk to me after the other d-" he cut me off as he leaned in closer
"oh your the cute girl that tried to grab a piece of me last week" he said as he winked at me, my face instantly turned red and my chest tightened
"I didn't mean to, I got pushed" I said trying to to let my voice break or hitch. It grew silent again but he didn't move his seat back, he was still close to me, his arm slightly touching mine as we rested them on the table top.
"you're blushing" he said smiling down at his desk, still managing to keep up with the lecturer
"I am not" I retorted a bit to loudly as everyone in the class seemed to turn around to look at me, they soon resumed to taking their own notes, I felt even even more embarrassed than before and my face grew redder, I tried to ignore his remarks and keep taking notes,
"they why are you red bunny" he whispered in my ear poking my cheeks with the end of his pen and smiling at me,I didn't realise how close he was, I could feel his warm breath on my neck, it made me shiver and I had clearly missed to obvious nickname he had just called me,
"I-its hot in here" I said looking down at my desk still, he brushed his leg past mine under the table, my face grew hotter and my breath hitched, I guess he saw how nervous and embarrassed I was because he returned back to his side of the table,

"Sorry bunny, I get it" he said as he looked at me, I met his gaze not understanding what he said,
"not in school" he smiled and winked back at me, seconds later the bell rang for lunch, I was so relieved, a massive weight lifted off my chest as I knew I wouldn't be in that situation with him like that again for at least another 2 days.

And yet his actions in science only torture me more, his touch, his voice. Was he flirting with me? or just being an ass? oh man, he drives me insane and he doesn't even know it, he can never know. A boy like him would never go for me.