A/N: Here it is, the chapter you've all been waiting for (probably) ITS CHAPTER 3!


It had been an entire week since Bonnibel Bubblegum had successfully moved all the way from England to the beautiful sunny town of Neptr and surprisingly, she had made quite the selection of friends.

Ellen was, to put it nicely, highly annoying in Bonnibel's mind. She just wouldn't stop talking about how her friend Melissa was going out with her ex-boyfriend Brad and how everyone better vote for her 'lumps' in the school talent show this year.

If you were looking to find Whitney Brown you would probably find her being traumatized by the ending of a large book or lost in the depths of the school's library.

Pippa was the more friendly, bubbly and optimistic of the group and Bonnibel had found out that her family owned the stables which could be found down the road from the school.

What surprised Bonnibel most was that the three girls were popular in their own way and, unfortunately, they made Bonnibel rather known in the small village.

"You are totally coming with us to the mall tomorrow night." Bonnibel hummed lightly in response, never looking up from the Chemistry text book on the desk. She already found out that arguing with the other girl was pointless when Ellen had literally dragged her out of the house to go with her to Pippa's 16th birthday party where, sadly most people were already drunk by the time they got there.

"Just leave her be Ellen, You know how important studying is. Especially since she's new." Pippa was, by far the most understanding of Bonnibel's new friends and knew perfectly well that Bonnie loved to study, even if it wasn't for school.

"You can't decide for her Pippa."

"And neither can you. She's her own person and I think she'd rather do homework than go to the mall, right Bonnibel?" Bonnibel shrugged and closed her book.

"Well, I would like to use some of my free time to study." She confessed, grabbing her bag and getting up to leave the lesson. "But I'll see if I'm free tomorrow."

The last lesson was one of Bonnibel's least favourite lessons. Now she'd never say that she hated something or someone but music was, to her the most boring lesson. The first time she had walked into the music classroom she had immediately recognized a few of her class mates. Jake and Finn were sat in the corner where they had been whispering hurriedly to each over as they chose their instruments. She also recognized Simon who had stood at the front, behind the light blue drum kit and lastly, she saw Marceline who was sat silently next to the store room with her knees brought up to her chest.

This time Simon had been off sick for a few days and a new music teacher stood in his place. His brown hair was slick back with way too much gel and his smile was definitely not reassuring to Bonnibel.

"My name is Mr Carrole but you may address me as sir, as some of you may know I am a regular fill in for Mr Petrikov. Please carry on with whatever you were doing last week." Bonnibel watched as Marceline took the sheet of paper off of the desk and look down at it with confusion.

"Still can't read music Marceline?" The teacher asked with a wry smile. Marceline grumbled something to him and put the sheet back on the pile. "If you want to become a musician Marceline you're going to have to learn."

"I don't need to know how, I can learn by listening to what I play."

"Well, you better be playing in the Talent show this year." Marceline scoffed and turned back to the electronic keyboard beside her. "You keep telling about what a good musician you are and I've yet to see your so called 'talent'."

"I'm not doing it, and you can't make me." The pale girl crossed her arms and scowled at the back of Mr Carrole's head.

"Just remember what I said yesterday."

"I can hardly remember what I had for breakfast." Bonnibel looked over at Marceline just in time to see her stick her tongue out at the teacher.

"Oh yes that was very mature." She muttered, just loud enough for Marceline to hear.

"Shut up nerd."

"I will not shut up. This is a music lesson and I intend to speak as freely as I want to."

"Yeah, well I intend to do this." The older girl got up and yanked a pair of drum sticks from Jake. Mr Carrole turned around and watched with interest as Marceline began to play as loudly as possible. Bonnibel covered her ears with her hands and watched as Marceline threw the drumsticks on the ground.

"Congratulations, you can play the drums." Bonnibel deadpanned. Marceline opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by the bell.

"Hey, I'm gonna head to my detention that you so kindly got me into. I'll pick you up later yeah?" Bonnibel immediately felt guilty about the detention and jogged up to Marceline, pulling her wrist to slow her down.

"Well, where am I going to go?"

"I don't know. You have plenty of friends; ask one of them to drive you home."

"But I can't." Marceline turned her head and raised her brow quizzically at Bonnibel who sighed and began to explain. "Pippa's car is full, Whitney walks home and Ellen is going to Melissa's."

"I thought she hated her."

"Yeah, she still does but Ellen said something about a sleepover, brad and her reputation." Marceline snorted and began to walk away but once more, Bonnibel grabbed her wrist and turned her around.

"Fine…you can wait by the car or something."

"And what if I don't want to?" Marceline let out a frustrated growl and once again she tried to walk away from the pinkette. "Hey, don't just leave me here!"

"Then do something useful and go wait somewhere." With a small hmph Bonnibel turned around and walked towards the school's library.

Marceline peered around the corner of Mr Grabb's door way and groaned when she saw him at his desk.

"Marceline, sit down." The teen stayed where she was and crossed her arms over her chest. He sighed and sat down himself, sliding a few papers out of his way. "Fine, Listen I have just one simple request of you and then I promise you can keep the keys to the music room." This seemed to have gotten the girls attention as she looked up from the floor, letting her arms drop to her sides as she walked a little closer. "Bonnibel is doing well but seeing as she came a little late in the school year i fear that she won't be able to get enough marks on the upcoming test. So I'll need you to…"

"You want me to tutor her?" Another sigh escaped from the teacher as he nodded and shifted a few of the items around his desk.

"I'm afraid so Marceline."

"No."


Bonnibel had already lost herself in the school's vast collection of books when Marceline arrived. She snorted when she saw her reading some sort of science textbook and cleared her throat, Bonnibel jumped before sighing when she saw it was only Marceline.

"So, what did he say to you?" Marceline mumbled something about how school was full of idiots before looking Bonnibel in the eye.

"He said I have to tutor you."

"What? But I don't need any help in any of my lessons."

"Well, he says you do so…"

"He can't force you to though…right?" Marceline shrugged and looked down at the floor.

"Well…out of all the teachers here he's the one who allows people to use rooms such as the art room or the English room or…" Something in Bonnibel's mind clicked and she immediately frowned.

"The Music room?" Marceline nodded and let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding.

"Yeah, if I don't tutor you my reservation for the music room will be revoked and I won't be able to work on my music."

"Ok."

"Oh…kay?"

"You can tutor me." Marceline arched a brow at the pinkette and smirked.

"It wasn't a request princess. I have to tutor, no questions asked." Bonnibel glared, she actually glared at Marceline.

"Don't call me that."

"Call you what, princess?" Marceline teased as she walked out of library towards the car park, Bonnibel walking behind her with a glare on her face.

"That. Stop calling me princess."

"Nah, it really suits you." The younger stomped her foot down once they were in front of Marceline's truck and pouted.

"Is the princess having a temper tantrum?" Marceline watched with an amused expression as Bonnibel finally gave up and sat down next to her.

"You know, my friends were right about you." Bonnie said as the car slowed down outside her house.

"What, that I'm super awesome and incredibly cool?"

"No. They said you were a selfish, low life punk rock wannabe with absolutely no heart at all." Marceline's jaw dropped as Bonnibel opened the door and slammed it shut, storming away into her house.


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