Disclaimer: I don't own Adventure Time, all copyright goes to Pen Ward.
Chapter One
It was the same as any other boring day in class.
Time could not move fast enough as I gazed blankly out the window, fingers mindlessly twirling a pen when the intercom clicked on, our principle's voice interrupting my English class.
"I need Bonnibel Bubblegum to come to the office please."
Well that was odd...
I'm a straight A student, have a perfect attendance record, and might I add, I'm the class president, so why would I be called to the office like this?
"You heard him Bonnibel," Mrs Buntcake said motioning to the door with her thumb.
My brows knitted together in confusion as I stood from my chair, nodding as I tossed my pen on the desk and moved to leave the room.
In the long hallway, flickering lights from above reflected along the waxed floors, the sound of my footsteps echoing off the lockers making me feel uneasy as I strolled along.
Rounding the corner, I nearly bumped into our principle, gasping when I took a quick step back before our bodies could collide.
"Ah, Miss Bubblegum, there you are."
"You wanted to see me?"
"Yes dear. Since you're the class president, I thought it would be nice of you to show our new student around," as she spoke, her body took a side step, showing a raven haired girl behind her who was casually leaned up against the lockers with her arms crossed.
"Sup," was all the girl said, lifting her chin to acknowledge my presence.
"Oh, hello."
"Her name is Marceline Abadeer. Here is her class roster, and I now leave her in your capable hands. If you will excuse me, I'll take my leave since I have other matters to attend to."
As Mrs Rootbeer hurried off, my gaze flicked back to Marceline, watching as she pushed off the lockers with her foot; sticking an ear bud in her left ear before scrolling through the ipod song list with her thumb.
I will admit, a small sting of jealousy bubbled in my stomach, making me seriously hate myself for it.
She was really pretty.
The way that silky, jet black hair flowed down her shoulders and back, with side swept bangs kissing her pale skin as those dark eyes scanned the ipod screen, made her look like a porcelain doll.
Long eyelashes even brushed her cheeks each time she blinked.
It wasn't fair for someone to be this beautiful.
Just the way that shoulder to her hoodie fell off one shoulder to expose a grey tank underneath looked amazing on her. On me, I would most likely look like a hobo.
"Are we going to do this, or what," her voice broke my train of thought, bringing me back to earth.
"Sorry, uh yeah. If you will follow me, I'll show you the cafeteria first since lunch is coming up next."
Bending down, with one hand she grabbed her bag and slung it over a shoulder, holding it in place with that hand while sticking the other hand in a pocket of her dark blue skinnies.
"Lead the way."
Showing her around the school took maybe thirty minutes, and we were passing the last stop which was the auditorium when I attempted to break the ice. After all, there was no point in not trying to be friends, right?
"So Marceline, where are you from?"
"Does it really matter?"
"I guess not. Um, do you have any hobbies?"
"Listen Princess," just the way she spat out the word princess made my body shudder. It was like she hated me when I had done nothing to this girl but try to be nice.
"We both know that this will most likely be the last time we talk so I don't know why you're trying to hear my life story. Your kind and my kind just do not hang out, okay? It's like some written rule."
"Hold up, what do you mean, your kind?"
I glared at her, placing a hand on my hip when she started to laugh, eyes blinking when she realized I was being dead serious.
"You kidding... you know, your type. Just by looking at you I can tell you're a little goodie two shoes. You're most likely on the cheerleading squad, straight A student, blah blah. To put it bluntly, a kiss ass."
"Excuse me?! I am NOT a kiss ass!"
I had to stomp my foot, a growl emitting from my throat to those insulting words. How dare she?!
"Ha, yeah, and I just happen to have a leprechaun in my pocket. Girl, I got you pegged and you're just mad that I'm right."
"You don't even know me! I happen to be one of the awesomest people you will ever meet and I bet you I could to get along with someone as rude as you!"
I instantly regretted those words, because the look on her face made my stomach churn. A sinister smirk crossed her pale lips as she leaned in to get a better look at my face.
With a cocky brow raise, she tilted her head while running fingers through her long tresses.
"Oh really now. I'll take you up on that bet little girl. For a hundred bucks, I bet you for an entire month you could not walk in my shoes and be my friend."
"T'ch, too easy."
"I'm not finished yet, Princess... now, during this month we are to spend at least three hours together after school three days out of the week. And weekends for one night have a sleep over at either house."
"I can't do weekends, I have cheer practice on every Wednesday and Saturday."
She rolled her eyes, shaking her head as her body leaned back to cross her arms impatiently.
"I said sleepover... you're not sleeping at practice."
"Alright, fine. But my conditions are as follows; you are to be nice to my friends and family and not once be rude."
"Fine."
"You can't do that. There is no way you can't be rude."
She ignored my words, putting in her other ear bud before flicking up a lazy wave as she turned to walk off, calling from over her shoulder.
"Meet me back here after school. Tonight, you're staying at my place. Later, Princess."
"Wait, I can't tonight, I have to study!"
Though it was useless, she was already too far down the hallway to hear me. And if she did, she must have ignored me.
So this was just a little experiment I wanted to try.
Let me know if you like it, or if I should just scrap this piece.
