…I honestly didn't expect to get any reviews from anybody at this point. Might just be me.

angeliesrrn: I'm glad that you liked it!... There isn't much more to say. Still, thank you

Tyki075: I didn't tell you about it because I thought you wouldn't be interested. You've stated plenty of times that you didn't like Adventure Time. If you weren't interested in the show, I just assumed that you wouldn't be interested in the fic. Apologies for that. By the way, I didn't tell you at the dinner because it slipped my mind, before you ask. But seriously, what do you think that I was writing in that notebook all the time?

Alright! On with the story!


The morning passed by quickly, resulting in lunch happening really quickly. Gumball was excited to be back in school. The Academy of AAA (I give up with a school name) is renowned for its academic excellence and achievement, but he knew that they were also one of the most students from the upper class, mostly because this school was out of the way in the news. Gumball was hesitant because of this. There was, however, another reason he was so excited to get to school. It was the fact that he would be in the same school as the friends he had in elementary.

Gumball walked through the cafeteria to get to the school's courtyard in order to find his friends. They had agreed to meet outside, but never gave a specific location.

For as much as Gumball wants to have a low profile, none of his close friends weren't the average face in the crowd. All of them had huge reputations in the school, and he knew that this will bring him in the spotlight. It was also very helpful when he needed to find said friends. A crowd of people were surrounding them.

Gumball saw his lifelong friend Monochrome, who goes by Mono or MC. He doesn't talk a lot,

He was the first one that Gumball saw. Mostly because his dark clothing stuck out against the bright colors of the people surrounding him. That, and there was a certain girl standing next to him, clinging onto his arm.

That girl was none other than Cake. Her actual name was Katherine, but it was a name that she has never personally liked, so she settled on Cake. Most of her popularity came from dating MC, and ridiculous talent in gymnastics. She seems to be made of stretchy rubber when she's up and performing. She was quite literally the best is every gymnastics event, getting gold every time. Gumball remembered not ever seeing her with a place lower.

Her attire was less obvious than her boyfriend's. She had platinum hair with a swoop of yellow in the front, styled in a bob. She wore clothes that matched her hair. Her oufit today involved a yellow tank top and white pants with rips all along the front of the legs, and Gumball knows that those rips weren't a part of the original design.

Gumball smiled as he walked closer to the crowd. He soon saw a white bunny hat that wore a blue shirt and blue mini skirt.

That was Fionna. She is the most renowned tomboy girl on campus, as she always wore clothes that had grass stains on them. She was the best player on the girls soccer team, both offense and defense. Her love of the sport was shown with the fact that she always had knee-high socks.

Gumball had reached the crowd, and was pushing his way through. He was near the center when someone grab onto his arm. His eyes trailed that arm up, noting the blue shirt that ended at the fore arm.

"PG! You made it!" Fionna said cheerfully.

"Of course. Why would I miss the chance to meet up with you guys?" Gumball smiled.

Fionna turned around and shouted, "Yo! PG's here!"

Cake and MC looked over to see Gumball. Cake smiled, and MC gave a nod. Gumball returned both gestures.

Fionna pulled Gumball along to get next to Cake and MC. Gumball and MC did their secret handshake, and Gumball noted that a few guys in the crowd moved closer to see if they could learn said handshake.

"Hey, Sugar, how's it going?" Cake asked.

"Pretty. Classes have gone well so far. There was the normal strange looks because of my name, and hair, but I'm used to that, now." Gumball shrugged at the last setnece. He hated having to deal with people that simply won't drop his name and the fact that it was a little different.

"Dude, that sucks. Want me to go beat them up?" Fionna asked, holding up her fists.

Gumball laughed. "No, that's alright. There's no need to do that. I'm used to it, really."

"Alright, Sugar. The only thing we're trying to say is that we want to help you get used to this school. I mean, you've been at this school for half a day!" Cake said.

"I've been here longer than that." Gumball said defensively.

"Not for an actual school day you haven't."

"Fine. Didn't you say that you wanted to go to a nearby restaurant or something?" Gumball asked.

"Alright. Let's go. It's not that far." Fionna said. She turned to push her way out of the crowd. The other three soon followed.

The restaurant was actually a small business that Tree Trunks ran with his wife. Apparently, Tree Trunks uses his lunch breaks to help his wife manage the restaurant. Since they had really good business, Fionna said that they paid their employees really well. She said that once they gave word that they were hiring, the job position would be quickly filled.

Gumball didn't order any food, only because he had brought his own lunch that day, but the food he was given by his friends was amazing. Especially the apple pie. It was beyond Gumball ever hoped he could bake.

He and his friends were catching up, talking about the summer and the future school year.

"So, how was homeroom today?" Cake asked, wiggling her eyebrows. Gumball was confused by this gesture. It must've shown on his face because she and Fionna started laughing.

"I'm sorry. What's so important about homeroom?" Gumball.

"Sugar, rumor has it that you sat next to Marshall."

"I don't follow."

"You don't know who Marshall is, do you?" Cake asked. Gumball shook his head. "Well, what do you know about him?"

"Not much. His name, appearance, and at least part of his personality."

Fionna jumped in. "He's the most popular bad boy in the school! People either cower in fear, or have the greatest amount of respect for him. Not to mention the fact that he is the best guitarist in the school!" She was bouncing up and down in the chair. It was a strange action for her of all people, and Gumball noted it.

She continued to ramble on about the pale teen dubbed Marshall Lee the Vampire King. No one knows his parents, or his level of social class. The fact that Marshall has never taken anyone to his house made Gumball curious. Some of the stuff that Fionna said seemed to be a little personal. Gumball made a mental note that he shouldn't share too much personal information.

"Is there a reason why you know so much about him?" Gumball asked.

Fionna blushed. "No, not at all."

'So, she has a crush on him.' Gumball thought, remembering the time Fionna had a crush on him.

"Sure, Sugar." Cake said.

Gumball looked down at his watch. His eyes widened. "Oh my glob. I have to go." He abruptly stood up after saying goodbye, and left the restaurant. He started running when he was out of sight.

Gumball made it to the classroom with only a few minutes left. He stood outside, hands on his knees, attempting to catch his breath. A few people passed by him, some holding in stifled laughter. Gumball knew why. His arrival has probably already started a commotion in the gossip.

Once he was breathing normally, he walked into the classroom. Most people had sat in there group of friends, leaving pockets open for people to sit. Gumball chose one that was near the middle of the classroom. He pulled out his textbooks for the class, and set to work on the handout he had.

He was a few problems in when a person tapped on his shoulder.

-POV_Change-

Marshall had entered his next class. He really did hate math, and it didn't help that he got into the AP class. He was not intent on going back to classes after lunch, and he would've skipped the class. That is, if it weren't for the fact that Ashley, his absolutely horrid ex, was apparently looking for him. Not wanting to take the chance, he entered the class.

He looked around to see what seats there were left when he noticed a familiar head of pink hair.

'Why does he have to be here?' Marshall thought. Thinking a little more, he figured that it might be fun to torture the pink nerd.

Marshall, with a smirk on his face, strut towards that teen pulling scribbling something down.

He stood above him for about five seconds, noting that Gumball remained oblivious to his presence.

He, again, tapped him on the shoulder. Gumball looked up in surprise from what seemed to be a page of math equations.

"I'm guessing that you want my seat again, huh, Marshall?" Gumball's eyebrow was arched, and he looked slightly annoyed.

"Nope."

"No?"

"Yep. I'm going to sit right," Marshall sat down in the chair that he was standing next to, "here."

Gumball sighed, "Fine."

Marshall was staring intently at Gumball until the teacher had came in. Apparently Bubba was really good at ignoring people. Giving up, Marshall looked ahead to see the teacher, who he thought seemed to look a little strange. He had wavy black hair that ended just above his shoulders, matching his olive skin and dark eyes. He wore a red button-up shirt, black dress pants, and shiny black shoes. He set down the briefcase on his desk, took out a red folder, and called the attention of the class.

"Alright, so welcome back to school for another year. Good news is, you are halfway done!" The teacher announced to the junior class. A good portion of said class groaned.

'He sounds way too cheery to have a such a deep voice like that.' Marshall thought.

The teacher clapped his hands together before continuing, "Alright, to get introductions out of the way, I am Mr. Ricardio. I don't care if you refer to me with a 'Mr.' or not, but never only 'Mr.' You will soon realize that that is in fact one of my biggest pet peeves. The class that you're in, if you haven't figured out already, is Pre-Calculus. First of all, congratulations! This is the only Pre-Calc class that this grade has, so great job. Secondly, because you are in the Advance Placement class, there are a few things that you should keep in mind. Your grade will be based on every piece of work that you turn in. I have set it up to where there is a minimum number of assignments you are required to turn in to pass this class. It is pretty understandable in that aspect, and it is roughly seventy-five percent of the work. Now, I am pretty lenient when it comes to behavior and stuff that you do in class. If you get the work done, you can do whatever until class is over. However, I will not tolerate those who interrupt me during lessons, as in you with be purposefully distracting to my class."

Marshall raised his hand. Ricardio acknowledged it, asking him to state his name as well.

"Marshall Lee. What if we suck at math?" Members of the class were starting to snicker.

"Marshall, you are in Pre-Calculus. That is Advance Placement. You are among students who are excelling at mathematics. You don't suck at math." Ricardio answered.

"But what if I cheated to get here?"

"Why would you of all people ever want to cheat to get to a more advanced class? I would've expected you to get enough answers wrong to get into the classes for people that need support. And before you ask, yes, I have reviewed all of your finals. At least for the people that were here last year." Ricardio took a glance to the side of Marshall, clearly looking at Gumball. "Okay! Let's get with the lesson so we're not already behind in the year."

It did not take long for Marshall to realize that this class was super boring. He hated every second of it. Ricardio hadn't called on him once all class, so he couldn't make a snarky remark or ask a stupid question. Honestly, all of the work that he is giving is way too easy.

Marshall decided that he wanted to mess with Ricardio's pet peeve. using one a piece of notebook paper from his bag, he discreetly started to make a paper airplane. When the teacher had turned around, his back facing Marshall, he threw it.

It hit Ricardio squarely in the back of his head. Marshall quickly rushed to look like he was writing down something. Gumball however, had reached out in attempt to grab the airplane, and he looked like he had thrown it.

Ricardio turned around to see the exact same thing. "Bubba, see me after class."

Gumball retracted his hand, his face going red.

"B-but Mr. Ricardio…" Gumball managed to stutter.

"See me after class." Ricardio clearly didn't want to hear an excuse.

Marshall felt like he had achieved what he had wanted. However, the fact that the nerd had gotten in trouble instead of him, made him curious as to how he would react.

As they were packing up fifteen minutes later, Marshall said, "I'll talk to you afterwards." He winked at the glaring teen and left.


Alright, so this one I had planned to actually make shorter than the last chapter. The actually story, not including the A/N at the beginning and end, is just about 100 words longer. Not much, but my goal for each chapter is to be above 2,000.

I appreciate any feedback that I can get, as I want to make this better for all of you guys. I'm kind of creating the plot as I go, so if you have any suggestions for events, or how the general plot will go.