Yellow Rose
Rated: T, Ship: Karley relationship (Kitty Wilde and Marley Rose), Summary: While Marley struggles with adjusting to her new school and befriending the most popular and scared of girl in school, she attempts to figure out the mysterious case of the baffling yellow roses which keep appearing...
"That's my mom!" I shouted defensively, knowing what was coming. The rejection, the hate, the slushies – all just because they didn't like who her mom was. But newsflash, I didn't care, I don't care and I never will care because I love my mom, and I am not going to feel ashamed of who she is – that would be sick. She is the most amazing woman in the world to me; she gave me life, fed and clothed me. Contrary to common opinion, she is flawless despite her weight issue – because that's not all she is! There is so much more to her, but no one ever bothers to stop and see that. She is kind, and generous and caring. Not just for me, but for all the kids in this godforsaken school, even though they call her names and make rude gestures (to her face). She still cares, even after all that. At dinner she'll sit and talk about all the kids who walked past, and not have a bad thing to say about any of them! That's who my mom is, she's my hero so I'm beyond caring what these so called 'popular' kids think of me now, because I know how much crap they say about her, but she's amazing. So they're obviously not as clever as they make out.
I thought joining Glee Club would be different. When I asked around about it, some people said mean things about it and how lame it was – all the 'freaks' went there to have a giant 'freakorgy' – but no one ever said that it was a place where people couldn't feel accepted – no one.
I stormed out of the cafeteria so fast I didn't even stop to see the reaction of the bitchy blonde Kitty, I could only visualise her sarcastic eye roll and ponytail swish of superiority. My legs began to feel like lead as the adrenalin of the situation abruptly left my body, leaving me lethargic and overemotional. The tears started to sting my eyes so I made a beeline for the girl's bathroom and locked myself inside a cubicle, pushing the lid down and sitting on the toilet with my face in my hands. That's when they began to fall, hot salty and abundant tears. They streamed down my face and I just couldn't stop. I cried and I cried, running my fingers through my hair and sniffling.
It was all going to happen again, just like at my last school - the locker vandalism, the name calling. They even used to throw sherbet over my head in 1st period, so I'd have to go around for the whole school day with thousands of white flecks in my hair and everyone would make fun of me, saying I had dandruff and that my mom probably has the same condition, so watch out for your school dinners. I got through it yeah, because I have my mom and she is my brick, but it's still damn hard. My life still sucked for 6 hours of the day. I had to eat with my mom in the kitchens because no one would sit with me at the lunch table; if I sat down everyone would immediately leave – as if I were some sort of bad odor.
Then the bathroom door banged and I quit my whimpering and lifted my legs up so the incomer couldn't see me. I peered under the cubicle door, sticking out my arms so I didn't fall. White trainers, red bag – it was a Cheerio. At least she was alone, that meant she wouldn't dawdle. Sitting up, I tried to breathe as silently as I could – my tears had stopped by then, in fear of being caught.
That was when I heard sobbing, but not normal sobbing: silent crying, the sort where it's impossible to stop and you don't even make a sound except for a muffled shriek because the tears are coming so fast you can't even catch your breath. I pondered over whether or not I should stay hidden or see if this girl was alright, but then the choice was whipped from me as my foot slipped off the side of the cubicle and made a banging noise. Shoot, I cursed under my breath.
"Hello?" said a weak and strangled voice. I kept still and prayed they would leave but to no avail, "Whoever is in there needs to show your god damn face," the voice had changed now – it was as if this girl was two different people, the voice was hard and cold and caused me to shiver. I recognised it, I was sure I did. I braced myself for the onslaught and slowly opened the cubicle door, revealing Kitty Wilde behind it.
God she looked a state: her high pony was straggled and half had fallen out causing wispy tendrils to fall loosely around her perfect cheekbones, mascara was strewn down her pretty face and her eyes normally a beautiful hazel green colour, were now bright red and bloodshot. This girl had made it her mission to torment me, to bully not only me but my mother too however, somehow I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Because it was in that moment that I realised the truth about Kitty, the truth about any popular bitchy and spiteful girl: they were simply hiding behind a frosty facade which if scratched at hard enough, would shatter and reveal a vulnerable scared little girl inside.
Kitty's expectant expression contorted into one of frustration, "Well whale spawn? Quit staring at me and spit whatever the hell it is you want to say out."
I simply looked at her with sad eyes and decided to treat her like I would any other person whom I saw crying in the bathroom, "What's wrong?"
Kitty scoffed, "What's wrong with me? That's a rich question coming from a mutant like you."
"I mean it."
"So do I, or can't you understand me due to the hereditary fat clogging up your ears? You know what they say, like mother like daughter," she smirked at me in her patronising and infuriating way and I just broke. I was fed up of her saying such derogatory things about my mother – bully me, that's fine. But don't get my mother involved.
I rolled my eyes, "Fine, Kitty. Let's just forget it," I snapped and stormed out of the bathroom – annoyed at myself for even giving her the time of day. I decided to treat her like i would any other person whom I saw crying in the bathroom – that was where I slipped up. Kitty isn't a person, she isn't a human. Human beings are supposed to be compassionate creatures who see the world in a much wiser way than other species. Kitty was nowhere near a human being. She was more like a...a...a green ant. She just bites people and then runs away because she's scared of the consequences. She's just a small-minded, frightened little green ant who needs a reality check.
I was fuming. Checking my watch, I realised it was time for Glee Club. I wondered whether I should even go or not, seeing as most of them had just been complete asses in the cafeteria. I decided against it – I would simply gather my things from my locker, head down to the kitchens and ask mom to take me home.
"Hey Marley, wait up!"
I sighed exasperatedly as Jake bounded up to me, "What do you want?"
He looked slightly taken aback by my abrupt rudeness but after I apologised and explained the awfulness of the day so far he smiled and offered to walk me to my locker.
I smiled, "That would be nice." The first nice thing anyone had said to me all day, and it had to come from Jake Puckerman the ladies man. I knew it wasn't genuine; he just wanted to befriend me so I could be added to his booty call list but it was still nice to feel appreciated. "So what are you doing this weekend," I asked politely.
He looked shocked, "It's Friday?" he exclaimed.
I giggled; I have to admit, his cluelessness was super cute, "Yes it's Friday."
He half-smirked at me, and I near enough melted into his eyes. I now understood why the entire straight female student body fangirled profusely over 'the Puckerman charm'.
"Your laugh is adorable," he said, breaking me from my daze. When I realised what he said my heart nearly fell out of my mouth, and I had to stop and remind myself that he says this to all the girls and I, Marley Rose, would not be one of them.
"Thank you," I said earnestly and then stopped as we reached our destination of my locker, "Well here we are," I smiled.
"Well here we are," he repeated, smirking and not showing any signs of leaving.
"I do believe your courteous job is done, thank you," I curtseyed and he laughed, taking my hand and placing a soft kiss upon it.
"Anytime my lady," he murmured in that voice that would melt any unsuspecting girl before walking off, and I noted that he didn't look behind his shoulder even once.
Anyhow, he had accomplished the feat I wouldn't think possible today – he made me smile. I opened my locker and went to gather the books I would need for tonight's homework but then I noticed something. In my math textbook, there was a singular yellow rose poking out of it. I hastily pulled out my book and retrieved the beautiful flower, bringing it gently to my nose as I inhaled it's sweet aroma. There was a note stapled to it's leaf.
I know your favourite colour is yellow, and my favourite flower is a rose. A Marley Rose for that matter.
I grinned as I read the cheesy note, but inside my heart was doing cartwheels. I'd never ever gotten a flower before, or a love note, much less a secret admirer! Then it came to me, Jake. It must have been him, planning it this whole time. It did sound like something he'd do, except for the flower. He didn't seem like a flower kind of guy, but then again what did I know about him? Not much, aside from all the rumours around school that I'd heard about his reputation. I brought the soft petals to my nose once more and drew in its scent before heaving my bag over my back and practically skipping down the corridors with glee.
A/N: So what did you think? Please review, I'd like to have your ideas as I haven't written for these new fangled season 4 characters yet;)