Marshall Lee's Point of View.

This day couldn't possibly be any worse, I angrily think to myself as I forcefully slam my locker shut. The durable metal manages a deafening bang as the bell rings to signal the students to head to the next class period.

I silently place my head against the chilly surface and attempt to ignore the sounds of students flooding in and out of the nearest classrooms.

I hear people muttering things like "...what's wrong with Marshall Lee," "is he okay," or the sound of girls giggling as they walk by. But the only thing I can think about is how I manage to mess everything up in the blink of an eye.

You would think that since I am one of the most well—known and-well let's not kid around—one of the most attractive guys in the land of Aaa, I would be perfectly happy, but that is far from the case.

In the midst of my silent act of self-loathing, I hear a loud shriek coming from down the hallway. "Marshy-Poo!" I cringe at the high-pitched voice interrupting my peace. "There you are, babe. I missed you so much!"

I rolled my eyes and turned to face the one person I had been attempting to avoid the entire summer; my girlfriend.

"Marshall, baby, I was trying to get ahold of you all summer! Where have you been? Did you get my texts? Why haven't you returned any of my calls?" She says, without taking a breath while throwing her arms around my neck.

I can smell her cheap perfume and I desperately try not to gag as the sickly scent engulfs me.

"Look, Ashley, we really need to talk," I manage to say, as I try to pry her hands off my neck.

"You're right, Marshy. We definitely have a lot of catching up to do." Her voice is somewhat raspy and I can tell she is trying to be seductive as she bites her lower lip. She slowly rubs one of her hands up my chest as the other continues to highly grip the back of my neck.

"I think it would be best if we just break up." I bluntly state, as her death grip loosens.

She steps back and her small pout quickly turns into a full-blown fit. The bottom lip sticking out. The ugly sobbing. You name it. She crosses her arms across her chest and you can see her boobs threatening to pop out of her skin tight shirt at any second. I must admit, there were some advantages to having her as my girlfriend but there is only so much clinginess one guy can take. And I can definitely take no more of it.

"You can not break up with me!" She screeches loud enough for everyone to hear. I barely had enough time to notice her hand heading straight towards my unsuspecting face.

Slap!

As her hand makes contact with my bare cheek, I turn my back toward her to keep myself from doing anything irrational. I will not hit a woman, but this one is really testing my patience.

"You deserved that," she yells, as she walks off in the other direction. As soon as the sound of her heels fades, the noise is quickly replaced with the echoes of the voices around me as people try to make sense of what happened. I can feel everyone's eyes on me. They don't even try to hide their stares.

"Yeah, he just broke up with her, I heard them yelling at one another.."

"...what a jerk! Who does this guy think he is making her cry like that?"

Soon enough, I get tired of listening to the newly formed gossip and silently begin to worm my way through the crowd.

"Alright! That is all, folks. You can move on with your pathetic lives now!" I smirk as I recognize the familiar voice. "Marshall, I heard the news and I got to say, man, I'm quite proud of ya!"

"Nice to see you too, Flame." I smile, as I bump fist with my best friend—the only person who I haven't had the urge to kill all day.

He playfully flings one of his arms across my shoulders as we begin to walk down the nearly empty hallway.

"So you really dumped her?" He asked, dumbfounded.

"Her time was up, man."

"That's cold, bro!" Flame comments, while punching my arm, in a joking matter.

"Anywho, enough of that chick, I heard we have a new kid in town. Let's hope it's a girl and we don't get many new people so let's hope she's hot! You could clearly see the excitement on his face. "And we both know it won't be long before you try to hit it and quit it, so let's hope she's fast." Flame claps his hands together in a praying manner, while managing a laugh.

"Yeah, whatever." I chuckle. "Well, my grades have been complete shit and I can't afford another detention for being late, so I'll see you later, man."

"Alright, dude. Well we'll see how long it takes before your manly urges catch up to you." Flame bumps my fish, again before he turns to walk the other way.

"See you after classes, dude!" He shouts as he turns the corner.

I stand there alone until the bell rings for the second time, and I realize I am already late for my next class.

Perfect.

Since I checked my schedule earlier, I know my next class should be Physics, which is located on the opposite side of the school.

The new kid better not be the only one that's fast!

"Alright, so here is your schedule and your next class is right down the—HEY, Marshall!" As soon as I hear my name, I quickly turn. I inwardly groan as I see the principal waving her arm in the air, signaling me over.

"Mrs. Peppermint, I'm really late and I can't be bothered to deal with anymore trouble today. I can not afford another detention." I say, while attempting my winning smile, as I try to slip away from her.

"Don't worry about that, Marshall," she says, while waving me towards her, "I'll make sure you'll be in no trouble today. I am the principal, after all." She nudges my arm and clears her throat. "Now, this is our new student, Bonnibeau Gumball. If I'm right, you'll be on your way towards Mr. Drops Physics class, won't you? I nodded reluctantly. Would you please accompany him?" I could tell it wasn't a question.

Mrs. Peppermint points in the direction of a very girlish male standing by her side, and I let my eyes wander over to him, trying hard not to laugh. I don't know how I didn't notice him before.

"I suppose." I smile, trying to get a look at the boy, but he quickly turns his head in the opposite direction. "Well let's go."

Mrs. Peppermint excuses herself and I start walking down the hallway not bothering to wait for what was his name? Bonniboo?

If Flame is looking for someone to bang, he is not going to be too happy about this.

I throw my head back to glance at him. He was wearing a regular gray t-shirt under a pink cardigan with hot pink skinny jeans that were slightly big on him. He was wearing a gray beanie and it bothered me how his pink hair was treating to escape from underneath it. In fact, it bothered me how he wore so much pink, at all. Does he not know he's a boy, for glob's sake?

"About time, Mr. Abadeer," Mr. Drop welcomed me sarcastically as I opened the door into the classroom. "It's such an honor to actually have your presence in my classroom. So sorry to say that on the first day back from summer vacation you will have detention with me after—"

"As much as I would enjoy that, sir, I have an excuse." I interrupt.

He looks at me with a questioned expression. "Explain yourself then, young man."

"Well sir, I was showing this—what seems to be a sexually confused mass of pink—to his class." I chuckle as I point to the new kid. A few of the students laugh as they laid eyes on the unfamiliar boy.

"Go sit your ass down." Mr. Drop snaps and I hold my hands up, while floating to an empty seat in the back of the classroom.

"Now," he said, addressing the new kid, "would you like to introduce yourself to the class, Mr—"

"Gumball" the pink boy says cheerfully. He doesn't seem to be phased by my earlier comment or the fact that he has at least twenty pairs of teen eyes on him. I immediately lose interest and lay my head down on the desk.

"Can I sit here?" A cheerful voice asks from beside me.

"I don't care." I looked up and made no effort to hide my disgust. "Do what you want, it's not like it's my desk."

"I was just being polite. It's not like I wished to sit here. There were no other seating choices." With that, he sits down and stares ahead, as if he's actually paying attention.

The fact that he addressed me in such a way, annoys me. Who does this guy think he is? There is no way I will allow him to disrespect me like that.

"If I were you, I would watch how you speak to me." I snap back at him.

"You don't phase me," he speaks, confidently, "I know your type, you're just a cocky, arrogant, asshole and I don't wish to speak to you any further. I'm not scared of you." He opens his notebook and starts taking notes.

"Not yet." I mutter, knowing he heard me.

This is going to be a long year.