I Look over at Marceline and cant help but laugh, glob, that attitude of her is going to get her in trouble. Mr. James glares at me, i cover my mouth with my hand and try to simmer down my laughing. He looks back and Marceline and tries to find the words to say, but nothing comes out except for unrecognizable garble. Marceline tightens her lips together in sarcastic smile. "Good talk coach" Marceline says raising her eye brow then starting off towards the other side of the gym. I go to follow but Mr. James stops me.
"Pb, I think you should pick some better friends." Mr. James tells me sternly.
I nod my head and follow Marceline but shes no longer in front of me. I continue that direction and on the right side of the bleachers on the wall is the door. Is stop at it and oddly, theres no sign. I sigh and hesitantly push open the door. I peek in and theres a small room with various gym things and a door straight ahead to the left with a sign that states 'Girls Locker Room'. Thats where Marceline must've went. I fully open the door thats when somethings jumps out at me. I scream and a hand covers my mouth, I snap my eyes shut and feel a weight on top of me.
"Just me Bubblegum." Marceline says softly, with worry leaking out of her voice. She pulls her hand away.
"Jesus fucking Christ Marceline. You scared the absolute shit out of me." I reply with a shaky voice.
"Sorry about that love. I meant to jump out and scare you but the vollyball net got stuck around my foot and i kinda just tumbed on top of you."
"Yeah, yeah. Thats a great excuse Marce. I think its either A, you wanted me to think a mass murderer was trying to sit my throat and drink my blood, or B, you just wanted to be on top of me." I smirk, yeah, that was a good one. I mentally pat myself on the back.
"N-no. Bloody hell, why would you even think something like that? Why would I want to be on top of you. Wha-what?" Shes blushing. I've never actually seen Marceline full on blush before.
"What happened to that poker face you always have on there love?" I smile. Yeah, I totally got this one in the bag.
"I.. I dont know what youre talking about. And hey!" I respond to her by cocking my head to the side. "Dont call me Marce."
"Uh, why?" I chuckle. "You call me Bonnie."
She pauses, unsure of what to say to this. "Just.. not around other people."
"Awh, does Marcy have fragile masculinity?"
"Shut the fock up Burray." She responds
"Yeah, yeah. So uh, do you think you could get off of me now?" I give a dry laugh.
"Ohhh, Uuhhh." She responds jumping up. Her face is even redder than before.
I laugh. "Youre just a mess this afternoon, aye?"
She raises her eyebrows at me and walks through the other door that leads to the locker room. The locker room is quite odd. When you enter the door, straight ahead is another door with a sign reading "Equpiment" Then to the right is a hallway, probably about 15 feet. At the beginning, before the hallway, is a small bathroom, with just a sink and two stalls. At the end of this hallway is another door to the right which is unmarked. Then you enter the actual locker room, with yellow lockers all the way around and maybe 5 rows inside with benches inbetween. all the way to the left is a small corridor which looks like it leads to showers.
SInce we're late, nobody's in here and I cautiously sit down on the closest bench, the wood dirty and discolored. Marceline opens up her clinch sack, which is just balck and white Under Armour and pulls out her gym clothes. I sit awkwardly while while she pulls her shirt off, right in front of me as a matter a fact. I feel my cheeks warm a bit and i look at the floor.
"Modesty much?" I say giving a stiff laugh.
"Dont have much time for modesty in my life love."
I dont reply, I'm not sure if its because i dont have a come back or because I'm too flustered and i dont want her to hear it in my voice. Im leaning towards a little of both. I peak of to see if shes done and Im greated with red and black plaid boxers. Shes currently leaning forward with her head down putting her hair up. I go to look back down at the ground and im not sure why but i just cant. She comes back up and finishes tying her hair tie around her pony tail.
"You like my body or somethin, Bubblegum?" Marceline asks, somewhat sarcasticaly somewhat flirty, looking at me over her shoulder.
I swallow hard and try to clear my throat from the knot that was forming. "As if." I try to sound as serious as possible but my voice cracks when i go to say as.
She raises her eye brow at me and i raise one back. I inhale deeply and try to calm myself but she turns her body to face me before i can. I look up. G R 8 Bonnibel. Why would you look up. I mentally slap myself. My face is warming up but atleast my poker face is still intact. Shes wearing a black Nike sports bra. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she slipped on her soccer jersey and pulled up her shorts.
"Actually," Marceline rummages around. "I happen to have an extra shirt." She pulls out a plain black tee and tosses it to me. "Although." She bites her lip."It is a little dark for your tastes, love."
Glob, that lip bite. Bonnie chill the fuck out. Youre straight. and even if she is gay, she's playing around. "Haha, yeah, no it's cool" I take the shirt. Shes still looking at me, I give a forced laugh and turn away from her. I pull my grey hoodie over my head. Underneath I have a light pink, almost a peach, V-neck shirt. I take a deep breath. All my life ive been a very modest person. It's just how ive been raised. I've always been taught to hide my feelings to save a little face.
I feel her eyes on me, I'm not sure if im paranoided or if shes stil looking at me. To be honest i think I'm paranoid. I slip of my shirt and and lay it on my bag, along with my hoodie, not risking putting it on the bench. I put my arms into the arm holes in the shirt. in doing do I look down, annnnddd, I'm wearing a lacy bra. Jesus Bonnie, youre really on a roll today with embarassing yourself, plus you still have this period and another to go.
"Damn Bonnie."Marcy says before i can pull the shirt over my head. I freeze, then in one fluid motion, quickly pull the shirt over my head and turn to face her. I pause in confusion at what she's doing. "You're a cutie." She laughs while hitting a pack of cigarettes against her palm.
Normally, i'd blush and try to not to show it. But right now I dont exactly comprehend what she says. I'm more so interested to why she has a pack of cigarettes in her hand. She sees me eyeing her down as she opens the pack. "You'd like one, yeah?" She extends her hand to me, with one inbetween.
"Nonono. I dont smoke." I take a step back.
"It's just a fag." She chuckles as she pulls out a lighter.
"Uhh, a what? And wait, thats besides the point. You smoke. Glob thats fucking disgusting. Should you really be smoking? Were at school and youre youre" I'm rambling
She cuts me off by laughing. "To each their own, yeah?" She places the deadly cylinder between her lips. She winks at me before lighting it.
I sigh, I honestly cant believe Marceline smokes. I run my hands through my messy strawberry blonde hair, which alot of people say is red, but i insist its not. I take the hoodie and shirt i was wearing and fold them neatly then tuck them into my bookbag.
"Awh, C'mon. dont get quiet on me now." Marceline says through tighten lips, with the cylinder between her lips.
"Marcy, for real, im so against smoking. Literaly its horrible and not to mention, gross."
"I've been through alot love, plus you act like ive never heard this speech before." Marceine Chuckles and takes another hit.
I note the way she says been, she pronouces it bean. And i want to laugh, but im too dissapointed with her right now. She blows smoke in my direction, trying to be cute i presume. "What the fuck Marceline." I say through coughs. I inhaled almost all of that, she just happened to blow it when i was breathing in to sigh.
She smiles then realizes I'm actually coughing. "Shit, sorry love." She takes one more long drag then puts it out on the concreate floor. She blows the smoke more so behind her. "Didn't think you'd be that sensative." She says with smoke still dripping from her breath. " I do apologize."
"Yeah I bet." I cross my arms. "You're really not funny Marce."
"Awh is the little baby pouting?" She says in a baby voice taking a step forward.
"No, what the fuck, I'm not a little kid."
"Looks like it to me love." Another advancement.
"W-well im not." I say sternly. I'm dangerously close to the lockers.
"I some how dont believe that." She gives me that heart melting smirk.
Marceline takes one more step forward and my body is against the locker. They're cold against my skin, but i dont mind. She makes eye contact but i tear my eyes away and look towards the floor.
"Something wrong princess?"