Marshall Lee was not fond of school. To him it was a waste of time. When was he going to use Pythagorean Theorem outside of math class? Everything about school was boring and that was why he did everything he could to get expelled within the first week. And this would only be another instance of that.

Marshall stood staring numbly at the front entrance. His mother had dropped him off and quickly left.

That's cuz she hates you Marshall. She's got a freaking heart of ice. He silently thought to himself.

When he looked up he saw the name of the high school written hugely across the front entry Adventure High.

"Stupid name." he mumbled to himself. Quickly Marshall pulled his bag back up on his shoulders and with a sigh he started to make his way to the office. The first day was the only one he ever really liked, odd as that sounds. But you got to see everybody for who they were. The nice people or the ones who wanted to be kiss-asses would offer to tour you around. The stoners had no idea what you were. The jocks would try to be manly and threaten you, but on the first day nobody really got screwed with because everyone was afraid of their new teachers.

"You must be Mr. Lee." A lady said behind the office desk, "I'm Ms. Catt. But please, you can call me Cake."

Marshall stared at her, and then smiled, "Alright Cake." He said, leaning on her desk, "Can you tell me where I need to go for first period?"

She smiled back, "Right here is your schedule, and I think your locker is on the second floor by your period A class."

He winked at her, "Catch you later Cake." And he walked out.

He snickered as behind him he heard, "Ooh sweet babies!"

His first class was English, how lame he thought. Arranging his locker took more time than he thought and when he walked into the class he was late.

"Oh Mr. Lee, how nice of you to join us." The teacher said, not looking up from their book, "Please take an empty seat."

Marshall rolled his eyes and sat in an empty seat, beside a blonde girl, "Hey!" She whispered, "I'm Fionna! You're Marshall right?"

"Yeah, that's me." He kicked his feet up on the desk, "So what are we doing? Besides being bored to tears."

She snickered, "It's silent reading time."

"Mr. Lee," the teacher snapped, "Stop talking, get your feet off my desks and read."

He rolled his eyes, but didn't move.

Nobody really called him on anything for the rest of the period.

"Hey Fionna." He whispered, "What's your next class?"

"Science." She replied quickly.

"Me too. Wanna walk together?"

She nodded.

Once they were at the class Marshall took a look around. Standard science room really. Chemistry stations set up along the back, stupid desks in the middle and the head desk at the front for the teacher. Only problem was – he didn't see a teacher.

There was a whole bunch of other people sitting in desks already, and there was one boy sitting on a desk. He had light brown hair, pink skinny jeans, and a matching pink sweater vest. He screamed 'geek' but at the same time, the way he carried himself said more power to him than that.

Marshall did what he always knew he could, he walked over and plainly said, "That's my desk."

The boy raised an eyebrow, "Oh? And what makes you think that?"

He couldn't think of anything, "Because I just said so."

The pink boy chuckled, "You must be Marshall." He stood up and Marshall was surprised to see he was almost a head shorter than the pink boy, "Anyway, here's your desk, don't worry about me though. I already have one." And he started to stride away.

"Wait." Marshall hissed at his back, "I didn't catch your name."

The bell rang, "Just sit down. My name will be said soon enough."

Marshall threw himself into the desk and sighed. What a pain!

The pink boy stood up by the chalkboard and started to write something. Oh good. He's teacher's pet. I can't wait to break him!

"Morning class. My name is Mr. Prince, and I am your science teacher." He grinned at Marshall.

Marshall's eyes widened, oh crap! This is bad…. Really, really bad.

"So welcome to a new year, and Marshall, welcome to a new school, but I hear this is your ninth school in three years? Well, I hope we can convince you to stay for once." He smiled but then turned his attention away, "I'll hand out your text books soon, but for now just copy the note from the side board."

Marshall couldn't help but notice every time Mr. Prince looked at him he grinned, in a teasing way. He felt his face get warm every time he did and he watched his teacher try not to laugh.

Fionna leaned over, "You know," she began, "I could be wrong. But I'm pretty sure you're hot for teacher."

Marshall snorted, "Oh please. He's so not my type."

"Oh really?" Mr. Prince said from behind him, "You could have fooled me. Now Marshall please copy the note and stop with your outrageous doodles."

Marshall's hand quickly covered his doodle of him shooting arrows at his English teacher, "I-I finished the note." He stammered. Why is my heart racing!? It's only because he'll give me a detention right? Yeah! That's it!

"Oh did you?" Mr. Prince grinned, "Mind letting me see then? It's a pretty lengthy piece, and you're done already. I don't see how that's possible."

"Well whatever, I think I defy your law of physics because here." He flipped his page back and the note was there, word for word, "Photographic memory. I read it on the way in. Now is it me or shouldn't you hand out the textbooks instead of falling in love with me."

"Mr. Lee, keep making snide comments and horrible drawings and I'll see you in detention." Mr. Prince said in a hurry and walked away.

Marshall laughed to himself. Even as a teacher he was easy to get a rise out of. But then on the other hand, he had more power than a regular student – not that he really cared. He pretty much just said he was the detention teacher.

Then Mr. Prince just jumped in after the note, "Okay, today I want to teach you how to light the burners so tomorrow we can get really into it."

Marshall grinned, staring at the lighter in his hands. He snapped it forward and quickly it lit. He giggled a little about how easy it was for him, and yet nobody else could do it.

"Aw! Marshall!" Fionna whined, "How do you do it?!"

He turned and grinned, "Like this." He snapped it forward and it lit, setting Fionna's hair on fire.

"MARSHALL!" She screamed.

Mr. Prince ran over, "Fionna stop moving." And quickly he pushed her hair under the sink, "You may go to the nurse or the bathroom, or anything. If you'd like to call your parents, you have my permission."

Fionna glared at Marshall and then grabbed her bag and stormed out of the room.

Then Mr. Prince turned to face Marshall with his hands on his hips and a scowl on his face, "Marshall Lee. What on earth possessed you to light a girl's hair on fire!?" he snapped, yanking the lighter from his hand.

Marshall looked away, and now everyone was staring, "It was an accident." He mumbled.

"No it wasn't!" another girl behind him said, "I saw him lean forward with it."

"Is this true?" Mr. Prince asked.

Marshall frowned and stared at the ground. Why did he feel this way? He wasn't usually compliant to anything teachers said or did. If this had been the English teacher, Marshall would have just grabbed his things and slammed the door on his way out. But he wasn't moving. Or rather couldn't.

Mr. Prince sighed, "Okay everyone, keep distance between you and other people and I will be right outside." He pushed Marshall ahead of him.

"I'm sorry." Marshall instantly said, and then his eyes widened, "No I'm not!" Had he just apologized?

"Marshall, tell me the truth." He sighed, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose.

Marshall looked at Mr. Prince's hazel eyes, "I did it on purpose. Kind of…"

"What do you mean kind of?"

"I got expelled from those nine schools because I was bad. I don't like school. I never have. This is kind of like a game I play to see how fast I can get kicked out. I didn't really want to light Fionna's hair on fire. She's pretty cool actually, but the part of me that just sees this all as a game wanted to. So whatever you're gonna do, just do it…"

Mr. Prince put a hand on Marshall's head, "You're very strange, Marshall. But I see good things for you, so you have to promise me that you'll stop seeing this as a game, because it's not. Now you have after school detention in room 210. I'll see you there every day for the next month. And for the rest of the class you'll have to stick close to me so you don't set anything else on fire. Okay?"

Marshall nodded. He had this weird urge to hug Mr. Prince, but he knew he couldn't. Not yet anyway.

"How old are you Marshall?" Mr. Prince suddenly asked.

"Sixteen, almost seventeen." He replied, "But why?"

"Don't you think that's a little old to be playing silly games?"

Marshall's eyes widened.