A/N: OMG! Thanks so much for your support! So this is the 2nd chapter, hope you enjoy it!

Also, don't forgot to leave your thoughts behind!

Gumball had strolled around the neighborhood that evening, asking the shop keepers if they were looking for an extra helping hand. And so far they all refused him; he was growing desperate. If he doesn't find a job by the end of the month he'll have to call his parents for money.

Tonight he will start unpacking the boxes, then after that he will go around the other side of town to look for a job hopefully he'll be fortunate enough to get one. After all he did find a four leaf clover at the front of the school's gate this morning.

Today the class seemed to be in an uproar, they were all buzzing around speaking loudly pushing each other and eating with their mouths open. All that made Gumball hate his life even more.

Why me, he wondered dully.

The tables and chairs were all scattered everywhere. Gumball had to carry his table and place it back in its original spot but the chair he had dragged earlier was already occupied by a girl.

"Excuse me miss, but I believe you are sitting on my chair?" he said gently with a smile on his face. The girl looked at him and blushed before apologizing as she got up and ran to her friend. Gumball cursed his manners and polite speech. When he was settled he tried to go back to his book, but the noise of the classroom made it difficult for him to get past the first sentence.

When is this teacher going to come?

First period was Calculus. Mrs. Betty was going over several examples on derivatives because one of the students didn't understand it, and so half the period was wasted over this. Gumball had already covered Calculus at the age of 14; in fact he already had his high school diploma, received it at 16. He was the youngest student at Aaa University; he was halfway through his second year when his parents shipped him back to school. Just because he was home schooled for 16 years, and have never experienced a high school life, his parent decided it was time for him to actually experience it.

Honestly, I would rather be studying pure calculus right now!

Mrs. Betty had finally just started the lesson when the class door slammed open and in strolled a guy with raven black hair, his red plaid shirt was unbuttoned, a black t-shirt, skin tight ripped jeans and a guitar case on his back.

"Guess whose back!?" he yelled, holding his hands up in a horn sign with his tongue sticking out. "Marshall Lee's in the house!"

"Mr. Abadeer, I am glad you decided to join us, but could you refrain from disturbing the class and quietly take a seat now? We are covering Derivatives at the moment."

"Yeah, yeah," he said as he walked to his seat. When he reached Gumball, who was busy minding his own business, Marshall flipped his glasses and said, "'Sup, nerd?" before continuing walking without giving him a chance to answer. Gumball heard the students at the back chuckling; he took a deep breath trying to control his feelings. Mr. Abadeer was already on his to-hate list.

When the lunch bell rang after third period, Gumball's stomach was rumbling non-stop. He unzipped his amaranth pink messenger bag and started placing his books neatly inside. He reached for his baby pink pencil case when it suddenly got snatched away; Gumball looked up to see the guitar dude straddling the seat in front of him wearing a lopsided smile. "Yo, nerd! The name is Marshall Lee, and I'm the king of Rock!"

"What do you want?" said Gumball trying to snatch his pencil case back.

"Your notes," Marshall threw the pink pencil case back to its owner.

"No," he said, frowning.

"Awh, come on! I know you nerds write very detailed notes, highlighting all the important parts that do come in the exams! And I really need to pass calculus," pleaded Marshall

"Go ask someone else for help," spat Gumball. He stuffed his pencil case in his bag and almost ran out of the class.

"Nerd, wait!" he heard Marshall call after him, but he continued his fast walk.

Gumball didn't stop walking until he reached an empty hallway. He visibly relaxed when he noticed that Marshall wasn't coming after him.

His stomach grumbled again. If he doesn't eat now he won't last the whole day. Gumball peeked at each classroom looking for a place to eat, but a certain room got his attention. It was a chemistry lab, and it was empty. Gumball sneaked in and a smile grew on his face. It's been such a long time since he was in an actual lab. Even though he had a chemistry class, the teacher is on vacation.

Gumball sat on a stool and finished eating his lunch. After that he took a look around the lab, it didn't disappoint him at all. Exactly what you expect from a rich school! He was about to pick up one of the test tubes when the class door opened and someone yelled, "Who's there?"

Gumball froze in his place, oh glob!

He turned and saw a woman wearing a lab coat; she wore a light blue shirt, beige jeans and grey boots and she had her hair up in a knot. She looked him up to down and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm- My name is Bubba Gumball."

The woman's eyes widened in surprise. "Gumball? The Gumball?" she asked.

Gumball nodded slowly.

"Oh my glob! I can't believe we have the youngest graduate student here in our school! We have the actual prodigy in flesh!"

Gumball decided that it would be best to keep quiet and watch. The woman was mostly mumbling to herself by now, when she noticed him staring at her she flushed, readjusted her coat and said, "Sorry, by the way I'm the head of chemistry and physics and the teacher Ms. Bubblegum. You can call me PB, but only when we're alone, okay?" She winked. "Also this is actually my secret lab. It's supposed to be abandoned and no one comes here, but from now on it can be our little secret, okay?"

Gumball looked at her in disbelief. "You are Bubblegum?! You created the Liquid Pyrotechnics?!"

Bubblegum smiled and said, "Yup that's me! You know, if you'd like, you could help on my experiments."

"Yes, I'd love to!"

"That's great! We can meet here every Wednesdays and talk science."

"Yes!" And with that Gumball sealed the deal.

At the end of the school day Gumball walked home smiling. He can now work in a cool lab with his favorite teacher doing way cool experiments! Now he has something good to look forward to everyday! He was daydreaming in his own world when someone slapped his back from behind jolting him forward.

"Where've been, nerd? I looked everywhere for ya!" said Marshall

Really? Gumball didn't believe a word, Marshall was lying about looking everywhere for him and he knew that.

"Lend me your notes tomorrow, okay!?" he yelled as he jogged to the car that was waiting for him. Gumball shook his head and continued his walk back to his apartment. He knows he shouldn't judge people before knowing them and walking a mile in their shoes, but Marshall Lee was a total different story!

What's up with him calling me a nerd? I'm not a nerd! Well whatever, I'm not going to let him ruin my day!

When Gumball got home, he promised himself that he'll get to unpack the boxes as soon as possible. After fixing himself a snack he went out to the balcony and ate there, enjoying the afternoon view. It was late October and the wind was getting chilly, the air smelled like BBQ and bonfire. He looked around the neighborhood wondering where the smell came from. Then Gumball realized that if he was going to spend the rest of the year here, it will be one lump of a long lonely year.

When he couldn't stand the lonely thoughts any longer, Gumball decided he'd better get down to business and start looking for a part-time job. He grabbed a pack of his resumes, stuffed inside his messenger bag and headed out. He spent almost two hours going around different shops in the district and asking if they needed a helping hand, but unfortunately they all turned him down again.

By the time the sun was setting, Gumball was starving. He should probably get back home.

Maybe my luck ran out already.

He was about to turn around and leave when his nose caught a smell of something sweet. He followed the smell and it lead him to a small bakery hidden by two fancy women clothing shops. No wonder he didn't notice it! He walked in and was greeted by the warm air and the smell of baked goods.

"What can I help you with?" said the woman at the cashier. Gumball looked around the shop before his eyes caught the sight of two lonely croissants.

"I'll take those two." He said pointing at them. The woman loaded them in a brown paper bag and went back to the cash register.

"That'll be $3.54 please" she said. Gumball took out his wallet and gave the woman 5 bucks, and she gave him his order. When the woman typed something into the cash register it suddenly started beeping, she flushed and apologized as she tried to stop it.

"What's going on there, Susan?" said a buff man that came out from the back door.

"Oh, Mr. Cupcake something is wrong with the machine!" she said moving aside to allow him to take a look at the register. Mr. Cupcake gave the machine a look before he started pressing the buttons and hitting it every time it didn't work. Realizing that it will take a while before he got his change back, Gumball took out one of the croissant and started eating.

It was one bite that he took and he knew that something was wrong with this croissant. When he swallowed it he knew exactly what it was missing. He then took a second bite and started mumbling to himself again.

"Excuse me?" asked Mr. Cupcake bringing Gumballs attention to him. Gumball looked at him puzzled before realizing that he was talking loudly to himself again.

"Um sorry, I was just saying that this croissant has lots of vanilla, it wasn't rolled and folded enough. Alas, it's kind of under cooked. " said Gumball.

Mr. Cupcake face beamed as he said, "Oh yeah? And tell me young sir; do you perhaps know how to make a croissant?"

"Yes, I do. In fact I actually bake," he said in an as-a-matter-of-fact type tone.

"Really?" he smiled before hitting the cash register one more time and the drawer popped open. He took the money out of it and said "How about you work for us then, huh?"

Gumball's eyes were opened really wide. He couldn't believe it, a job! He just got offered a job at a bakery. "Yes! Yes, I would love to!" he said excitedly as he took back his change.

"Great! Why don't you drop in tomorrow early at the morning, let's say around 5, and we can sort things out then alright?"

"Yeah. Okay. 5 o'clock. Sure!" he bobbed his head and took mental notes.

"You can call me Mr. Cupcake, or Sir if you'd like." He extended his hand for Gumball to shake.

"I'm Gumball. Nice to meet you." He shook his hand.

After saying goodbye, Gumball practically skipped all the way back to his apartment. He wanted to scream out of happiness, the four leafed clover did really bring him good luck! The sun was finally shining on his little world. When he got home he started laughing and yelling to no one in particular, and because so many good things happened to him today Gumball decided to treat himself to a fine dinner. He skipped to the kitchen humming happily and started preparing for it. After an hour his beef stew was done and he ate until he was full.

After washing the dishes and saving the rest of the stew for tomorrow, Gumball started unpacking. It took him a while to assemble everything to its proper place. His boring bedroom was back to being the way he liked it, bright with all shades of pink. He unfolded his clothes from his suitcase and put them in their rightful place, his underwear and socks were on the first drawer, his t-shirts were on the second and his pants and shorts were in the third. After making sure that everything was neat and tidy he sat back on his sofa and admired his hard work.

Feeling sluggish and tired Gumball decided to take a quick shower then head to bed. He was about to enter his bathroom when his cell phone suddenly started ringing. He answered the call without looking at the caller ID and immediately regretted it when he heard her voice.

"Gumball, darling are you still awake?" asked his mother

"Mother, why are you calling?"

"Honey, I was so worried about you! You haven't called me in ages and I thought something bad happened to you."

Gumball sighed, "Mother, it's been just a week since you last saw me! For glob's sake I'm fine."

"But you returned the maids, Peppermint and your limo. Not to mention the money! Why would you do that?"

"Mother, the purpose of living alone is to learn to be independent! How do you expect me to learn that if you keep sending people for me to rely on?" He was practically yelling now.

"But, sweetie, what if something happens to you? What if you get killed and thrown in ditch to die cold and alone? What if-"

"Mother, enough! Please stop calling me!" After hanging up he took his cellphone apart and threw it away.

Leave it to mother to ruin the mood, he sighed.

Gumball felt nauseated, like he was going to puke all his dinner out. He hurried to the kitchen to drink water and wash down the taste of bile in his mouth.

After changing into his night wear, he crawled to his bed and tried to fall asleep. But the pounding in his head refrained him.