Hello again! I plan on having this fic update every sunday. A little late this week due to plans with the bae because of valentines day, and I had to get surgery on Monday, But everything should be back on track. If you have a Tumblr follow IrishGirlPrideFanfiction for updates and anything else having to do with this story. Please enjoy, and feel free to review!
As we walked through one of the front doors of the school, which was now a valley of people, my confidence was completely shattered. Was I really blushing? I pull my hands out of my sleeves and feel my face, and, despite the wind that was whipping my face moments ago, it was on fire. I inhale deeply and look up to see her off, but shes no longer here. I hold my cold hands on my face to try and cool it down. Despite my efforts, heat is still radiating off of it. I try to shake away the thought as I pull out my schedule and look at my first period class, or as my schedule says 'lesson', Hyperbolic Trig Functions. Finally things are starting to go right.
Well, wait scratch that. I have walked around aimlessly, for about 5 minutes atleast. The bell has rang and no one is in that halls. Great. I take a deep breath in, pinch my brows together and rub my temples. This day has been a whole mess. Then a memory pops into my head of Marceline laughing, at me using the word whole. I cant help but smile and giggle at this. Why cant i stop thinking about her? Its almost as if i like her. I grit my teeth. Bonnie, we went over this. You are not gay.
"Hey!" I jump at this and turn to face the voice. "Do you need help finding your class?"
"Uh, yeah I suppose." I reply as I pass him my schedule. I look at him as he reads it. His hair is a golden blonde. He's wearing a blue shirt, light colored jeans with a green bookbag.
"Go down that hall to the left and take the stairs on the right. When you get to the top go right then it will be your first door on the right." He rubs the back of his neck and lets out and awkward laugh.
"Great. Thanks." I fold my schedule back up and put it in my pocket. I go to walk but hes still standing there.
"Uhh." He looks down at the ground. Great, what now. "Maybe I uhh could y'know. Walk you there? My class is right next to yours I mean." I slowly nod my head. "Sweet. So, Uhh, what grade are you in?"
I enhale. "Im a Junior." We reach the stairs. Thank glob we're close.
"A What?" He looks over at me confused.
"Oh i forgot. What do you guys call it? Twelfth year?" Hes still looking at me. Im surprised he hasnt ran in to anything. "Is there something on my face?" I run my hand over top of my mouth and find nothing.
"Shit." He mutters under his breath then turns away blushing furiously. "N-no theres not." He clears his throat. "Your accent, I've just never heard an America one in real life before." We reach what i assume is my class. "Well here we are." He smiles at me. "By the way im Finn Humani, also a twelfth year but i'm only 15." He holds out his hand. I think to myself maybe if i just pretend I dont see his hand he'll put it down.
"You can call me Pb." I look down and his hand is still there and I look up and his smile is still unwavering. I sigh and shake his hand. He waves at me and walkes down a little bit and turns right down a small corridor.
I try to sneak in to the class room but the boisterous teacher calls me out. "Oh! You must be the new student! That would be the only reason for you to come in this late."
"Yeah, haha..." It is too early for this man to be so happy.
"Bonnibel Burray, I am Abracadaniel!" He has a pear-shaped head and pinkish skin, almost as if he has a permanent sunburn. He has black hair that goes around his entire head. He wears a white robe and socks, as well as a rainbow headband and what appears to a small blue fanny pack that sports a red and yellow lightning bolt design on its rear. His robe is a bit odd-looking; it is long-sleeved and forms circular bulbs at the top of his legs. There are green spots at the bottom of the legs and the end of the socks. There is also a green circle on the chest area of the robe. So basically he looks pretty dumb.
"Not Mr anything?" I reply kind of confused. I hear someone sitting closer to the front snicker. "Also just Pb please."
"Nope! Just Abracadaniel! Please introduce yourself to the class and find a seat. We have one open there in the back next to a-" The teachers still talking but I tune him out and look back at the open seat. It's her. Her dark brown eyes staring out the window undisturbed by my presence. "Pb? Please introduce yourself."
I snap out of my daze and realize everyones looking at me, waiting for me to speak "Oh, hello. Im Pb, I just transferred here from America, pleased to make your aquaintance." I get a few stares a ooh and and ahh but no one really cares. I take my seat next to Marceline. She glances over at me then continues to look out of the window.
I'm incapable of looking away from her, my only hope is she doesnt feel my eyes on her and look towards me. I'm usually a pretty good student, I take notes, immerse myslef in the lecture and do my work to the best of my ability; with my ability being top fucking notch. I just cant focus. I look up at the teacher and make my eyes focus and force myself to listen, but its not working. I lay my head on my desk, close my eyes and enhale deeply. Dont let this girl ruin your studies, i think to myself, dont let everything- I hear a familiar laugh. I look up to see Marceline smiling at me, she shakes her head and continues to look out of the window. Great Bonnibel, youre on a roll today with embarassing yourself.
After forcing myself to take notes, although i dont exactly remember what about, the bell rings signaling the class change. I stand up and gather all my work and put it into my bookbag, then sling it over my shoulder. I went through the motions of the first five periods, with Marceline being on the attendance list for a few, but not being there for any. Thats odd, i thought, she was just here i wonder if shes alright. Again Bonnibel, why do you care, you legit just met her a couple hours ago and dont know much about her.
Sixth period rolled around, which thank glob was my lunch period. I look at the lunch line and let out a long exasperated breath, for possibly the hundredth time today. It was long, like hella long. Even though there were three lines, two normal ones and a pizza line, the commons were still chock-full. I see a group of three students wal out the front door, then it hits me. Mr. Pigs smooth Java. I presume most people are driving to nearby fast food joints, but the idea of the coffee shop sounds most soothing, especially with this day i've been having.
Again I brace for the weather, I pull the hood of my hoodie up over my head and my hands up into my sleeves. I open one of the four doors, leading to a little room, then I open one of the front doors leading outside. Its chilly, but not as bad as earlier, the wind has died down a bit and the sun is peaking though the clouds. I put my aqua blue headphones in and turn on my playlist, which consists of mostly Blackbear and G-Eazy, and start my walk to the coffee shop.
I arrive and pull open the glass door, i hear a jingle of bells as the door opens, which i dont remember hearing earlier. I walk up to the counter and thankfully theres a different barista, her name tag reads 'Keila'. I pull my earbuds out and dangle them around my neck.
"How may I help you?" She smiles at me. Shes a light skin, with big black puffy hair.
"I'll just have a vanilla hot chocolate and a bagel please."
The barista types in my order on the cash register and i pay. I slide to the left and wait for my order, thats when i hear the bathrrom door open and i see her. Great. Seriously what the fuck. Shes everywhere. I put one ear bud back in and pick up my order. I head to the booth i sat in earlier, unwrap my bagel and realize i forgot cream cheese. I walk back up to the counter and see Marceline talking to Kelia at the counter and theyre laughing. I was just going to sit back down and eat a dry bagel, but they just had to see me.
"Can I have some cream cheese?" I ask trying not to make eye contact with Marceline. Keila nods her head goes under the counter and hands me two things of cream cheese and a plastic butter knife, I give an awkward smile and head back to my booth.
I peel back the foil on the cream cheese, scoop it out with my butter knife then spead it on one half of my bagel. I take a bite, and for a plain bagel, its pretty damn good. I hear a puff of air exit the bench across from me and look up.
"Fancy seeing you again, yeah?" Marceline smirks at me, sarcasm in her voice.
"Possibly, but this time youre doing the stalking." I try to counteract her sarcasm with a little of my own.
"Oh, is that how it happened. Im pretty sure I come here everyday, and if im not mistaken i saw you walk in, and quite possibly jump when you heard the jingle of the door." Shes laughing and i feel my cheeks warm up.
"Fuck." I mutter "You saw that?"
"Sure did" She smirks once more. "And wait, are you admiting to stalking?" This time she smiles a little bigger than her usual grin, and her dimples show.
"W-what? Nonono. I have to say, youre a bit delusional." I smile, proud of myself for the smart remark.
"Whatever you say Princess." She pulls out her phone and I take this as a sign to continue eating.
I finish my first half of my bagel and, once i spread the cream cheese on the second part, continue eating. I take a bite and once again look up as I hear her laugh.
"Oh Bonnie, you're just cracking me up today" She laughing, like dying laughing. She even has a little tear come out of her right eye.
"What? I dont understand." I try to figure out what shes laughing about, but i cant figure it out.
"Looks like you went and had a little fun in the bathroom, yeah?" She laughs. I give a confused look. "Come'er love." Again i give a confused look at her as do what she says and lean forward. She wipes something off my top lip and nose and shows it to me. Its cream cheese, and cream cheese is white. She puts her thumb in her mouth, and I blush.
"Ohhh, i get it. A little fun in the bathroom, thats cute" I reach across the table and playfully punch her shoulder.
"What class do you have next?" She asks me, still smiling.
"Uhm" I pull my schedule out of my pocket and unfold it. "Gym with Ron James."
"Ahh, Mr. James, a good teacher... Who i also have next period." She gives an awkward laugh. Well not really awward, more so cute, Marceline's too charismatic. "Are you an twelfth year or thirteenth?"
"Twelfth." I say slowly. "It's weird though, in America we say eleventh grade, or that I'm a junior"
"Well, our first grade is your kindergarden, which is why. Why do you say junior though?" She laughs at me, once again.
"I'm not exactly sure. It goes freshman, sophmore, junior, then senior." I laugh with her.
"Why are they fresh? Better yet why are people soft? What the hell why are people senior citizens?" Shes cracking up, as am i. "Who came up with these names?"
"Im not sure to be honest, I never thought about it, but they are pretty weird."
"Sure are." Our laughing dies down. "Im a Senior citizen then, yeah?" She smiles and agian her dimples show.
"Really? So youre and, as they say, thirteenth year?"
"Thats right" She smiles and I smile back.
