Hey! Double update! Sorry guys, it could very possibly be a triple one today Ive been on a writing streak since this morning
Marceline leaned against the gray lockers, playing with a thread in the old jacket pocket. She caught Pheobe whispering to Emma Brieo with a devilish grin. Emma giggled and nodded. "Fuck me." Marceline whispered rolling her eyes. She walked off to her physics class. "I'm getting sick and tired of this bullshit…" she mumbled to no one in particular. She kicked a pebble that must've been dragged in on the bottom of a sneaker.
"Good morning Marceline." Mr. Petrikov, Marceline's physics teacher, said. "Oh Marceline, I wanted to talk to you about something." He pulled her off to the side. "Ms. Abadeer, I'm sorry to say you're failing my class."
"Wait, what?"
" You're either going to have to take summer school or spend time with a tutor. Your choice." Marceline groaned and spun away from the teacher to slump into her seat.
"Fuck me." She buried her head in the crook of her arm.
"No, but thanks for the offer."
Marceline shot up "Keila!? You're here?"
A skinny girl with a large, fluffy afro and dark skin winked at her. "Hells yeah! We weren't filming today so I got to come to school" She pulled a pencil from her curly locks "actually, i had to come to school." Marceline scoffed.
Keila was a very gifted girl, well most people in their school were considering this school was a high end boarding academy for gifted students… or kids with rich parents, but Keila had already made it big. Keila was the star of a horror movie series, Heat Signature. Keila barely made it to school, the series being so franchised, but also so loved, they were constantly filming. She didn't have many friends her age, actors usually run old, as many people were intimidated by her 'stardom'. Marceline knew Keila honestly didn't care about her 'status'.
In addition to her amazing acting, she was also a gifted musician… not as musically gifted as Marceline, but still gifted. Keila cocked an eyebrow and grinned as she enthusiastically asked "Jam session later?"
At this point, Mr Petrikov walked by and stated. "I don't think so Miss Keila, she has to find a tutor by tomorrow, or she'll be staying another year with me." Marceline groaned loudly, leaning back in her chair. Keila snickered.
"Simon-"
"I understand we have a history Marceline, but in this classroom I'm Mr. Petrikov."
Marceline rolled her eyes. "Fine, Mr. Petrikov, I'm hot I'm going to put my jacket in my locker" Mr. Petrikov thought for a moment then pulled out a hall pass from his jacket.
"Hurry back Marceline."