Hello lovelies!
Updaaaaaaate :DD In this chapter Marley gets slushied, and Kitty gets possessive (sort of). Kitty is pretty much whipped for Marley but she just doesn't quite know it yet hehee. xD
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Enjoy!
Monday morning. Marley had been grabbing some books from her locker, humming a little tune as she did so like any other day when a freezing cold substance suddenly came flying in her face, taking her by complete surprise.
Marley thought that she should to be used to it by now, given the fact that the jocks and cheerios seemed to have taken a liking to placing daily slushie orders on her, but the brunette couldn't stop herself from hyperventilating as the bone chilling slush dripped down her face, staining her shirt and books. The coldness was pricking her skin like needles, and she blinked profusely as the burning sensation started to set in her eyes.
Wiping away the yellow clumps of corn syrup from her eyes, Marley could vaguely see the tall jock laughing in front of her, an empty slushie cup in his hand. Marley's bottom lip started quivering as she tried to suppress a whimper.
"Aww look the baby whale's gonna cry! What you gonna do, ask your momma to sit on me?" The boy snickered in his baby voice before strutting down the hallway.
Biting the inside of her cheek, Marley tried hard to fight back tears as she fumbled around her locker to find the emergency slushie kit. Lord knows it would be downright embarrassing if she were to let anyone see her cry right now.
Once she got hold of the bag of extra clothes, the brunette ran off to the closest bathroom she could find, bumping into a smaller girl as she scurried past the lockers. Marley was almost sure that she heard someone calling after her, but the last thing she wanted at the moment was to let everybody see how pathetic she looked with clumps of yellow slushie dripping down her face, into her bra.
Marley wasn't expecting to find Kitty standing outside the bathroom when she stepped out of the door.
The cheerleader looked furious, and judging by the way she was tapping her foot impatiently, Marley figured that the blonde had probably been standing there for quite some time. The brunette's heart sank when her eyes wandered to the dangerous looking slushie in Kitty's right hand, and she wondered briefly if her supposed 'friend' would be giving her her bonus slushie facial of the day.
"Is it him?" Kitty asked as she narrowed her eyes at the tall jock beside her.
Marley's nose scrunched in confusion; she looked at Kitty and then the boy, cocking an eyebrow as she noticed that Kitty was holding onto the jock by his jacket. It took a while, but Marley recognized him as the meat-head who had thrown a slushie in her face earlier.
"Y-yes." Marley nodded meekly, clutching tighter to her slushie kit. What on earth is she doing?
The next thing she knew, Kitty had flung the whole cup of icy content at the tall jock, including the cup which hit his forehead with a soft thud.
"Touch her again without my permission and I'll personally castrate you. Got that turd-sack?" Kitty hissed, her voice full of venom.
Marley gawked at the scene before her, the look on her face shifting between shock and amusement as the football player visibly cowered in front of the petite cheerleader, shivering slightly as he did so.
"All right, listen up you crusty-twated peasants!" Kitty whipped around to face the mass of students that was William McKinley High School. "See lunch girl here? Yeah, she's mine." The cheerleader gestured to Marley and took a step towards the crowd.
"Come near her? you die; Make fun of her? you die; Throw a slushie in her face? Well congrats dimwit, you just won yourself a ticket to Kitty's special dagger facial." She spat, eyeballing the crowd to make herself look all the more intimidating.
The entire hallway was silent.
Nobody dared to move or make a sound because fuck, the feisty head Cheerio might just whip out some nasty daggers and start a knife throwing frenzy for all they know.
"Now scram, all of you." Kitty snarled; and the students scampered away like rats, leaving the hallway deserted within minutes.
"Are you okay?" Kitty asked the still-in-shock brunette as she wiped her hands with some tissue paper.
"Umm y-yeah, definitely." Marley stammered, resisting the impulse to touch her hair. "Thank you."
"No problem." Kitty replied in a sing-songy way as they began walking back to Marley's locker.
"Did you really mean it? All those things you said."
"Yes Marley, I will not hesitate to cut a bitch if they even THINK about messing with you." Kitty leaned against the locker next to Marley's. "Or your mom for that matter."
A tiny smile bloomed, shy and warm upon Marley's lips. "You don't have to do that." She said as she fumbled with her lock.
"Yes I do." Kitty proclaimed firmly as she placed her hands on Marley's shoulder, squeezing them lightly. "You are my friend now, and I won't let anyone pull crap on you."
Something about the way Kitty spoke was giving Marley butterflies. Her tone was gentle and caring, her smile was genuine, and the lovely sparkle in her eyes made Marley feel warm and fuzzy inside; it made her feel special, and Marley suddenly found herself adoring this side of Kitty Wilde: the softer side.
"Thanks, friend." Marley said with a giggle. "Well, I need to get to Geography now."
"Yeah, I need to get my books for English too. So... I'll see you later then?"
"Yeah, definitely."
"Cool."
With a grin and a small wave, Kitty began walking to her locker, the pleats of her Cheerio skirt bouncing with every sway of her hips; and Marley couldn't help but steal glances as she suppressed the sudden urge to run her hands through those strips of fabric.
Marley groaned as she crossed out the set of numbers in her Mathematics notebook for the umpteenth time.
The brunette had been trying to solve the same question for almost thirty minutes now. She looked up at the clock: eight more minutes until lunch break, still no where close to getting the right answer; and it doesn't take long before Marley admits that she's hopeless at maths.
Frustrated and tired from all the numbers and equations, Marley closed her eyes and massaged her temples. If only Kitty was here, then she wouldn't have to rack her brains trying to solve the damned question.
Speaking of Kitty, the blonde had been giving her rides home whenever she could, helping her with homework, and even slipping notes into her locker to remind her not to skip meals for the past two weeks; she was a complete angel.
Marley smoothed out the invisible wrinkles on her floral patterned skirt: one that Kitty had bought her.
The taller girl had been reluctant about letting Kitty pay for her clothes at first, stating that she feels like she's taking advantage of the blonde. But after listening to Kitty's non-stop rant about how half of the clothes she wears has slushie stains for a whole week, Marley finally caved in, but made sure that Kitty did not buy more than three outfits for her.
She smiled to herself as she recalled how Kitty had insisted on buying the skirt when she refused to because it was too pricey.
But it looks so good on you! The blonde had said, holding the skirt to the brunette's waist. When she protested again, Kitty sighed and took her hand, Please let me get this for you as a gift, I really want to. She pleaded, batting her eyes at the taller girl; and Marley caved in, again.
The singer jumped in her seat when she felt something hit her left shoulder, only to realize that it was a small piece of paper ball that had came flying from somewhere in the back. She picked up the note that had landed on her desk and opened it.
Hey deautiful! Sit wiTh me at lunch? ;) - Ryder
Marley chuckled at the misspelled 'beautiful' and 'with'.
Ryder had been doing better after getting help, he doesn't misspell words that often anymore and his grades improved tremendously, and Marley was proud of him; she looked over her shoulder to see Ryder smiling and waving at her.
Marley smiled back and gave him a thumbs-up, indicating that she accepts his invitation. The boy beamed and did a fist-pump, earning another giggle from Marley.
Marley picked at a piece of broccoli absent-mindedly, occasionally stealing glances at a certain blonde cheerleader who was sitting at a table across from hers, chatting with a group of cheerios.
Kitty was laughing at one of the girls' comment when their glances met; the blonde smirked and winked at her, causing Marley's breath to hitch, but the brunette quickly returned the gesture with a shy smile as a blush began to spread across her cheeks.
"I heard about what happened this morning." Ryder said from beside her, chewing on a meatball as he did so. "You okay?"
"Yeah, Kitty helped me out." Marley told him, taking a sip from her water bottle.
Ryder eyed her quizzically, "She did? I thought she's a bitch?"
Marley straightened her back.
She felt the need to defend Kitty, she was her friend after all, but the girl was lost for words when she opened her mouth.
What was she going to say? Kitty was indeed somewhat... spiteful at times with her verbal lashings; she experienced that first hand. But she also witnessed a side of the girl that no one else had seen before, with the exception of Kitty's family; and she knows that there's a warm heart behind those prickly walls and snide remarks.
"Yes she did; and no, she's been really nice to me." Marley clarified as she pushed her plate aside, suddenly losing her appetite.
Ryder shrugged, "If you say so."
He began talking about football and some song he had heard recently, but Marley's head was somewhere else.
The loud chattering in the cafeteria blended with Ryder's voice, morphing into a blur of jumbled up words and sounds; and Marley tuned out everything.
Ryder stopped talking when Kitty appeared by Marley's side, and without a word pulled out the yellow plastic chair and sat down.
"Hello Marley," She greeted, before cutting to Ryder. "Bieber Spawn."
Ryder frowned, a look of disdain on his face. "What are you doing here Kitty?"
"Having lunch of course." Kitty said, and despite the fact that it was an ordinary reply, it came out sounding brash, almost sarcastic, as if she meant to say something else.
"Why can't you sit somewhere else?"
"Because you don't have your strikingly odd name carved on this table and I can sit wherever I want. Oh I'm sorry, you probably couldn't have carved your name if you wanted to anyway. Can you spell it? R.Y.D.E.R?"
Marley picked at the hem of her denim jacket. She looked between the two nervously because Ryder looked like he was about to leap across the table and strangle Kitty; but the latter just smiled smugly at him, as if she was daring the boy to make a move.
When Ryder just huffed and left the table, Marley sighed in relief.
"Why'd you do that!?" She hissed at the blonde, nearly knocking her water bottle over.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Because it's mean!" Marley threw her hands in the air, looking exasperated. "You know he's self conscious about writing, can't you be nicer to him?"
Kitty shrugged and shook her head. "No can't do doll, it's just who I am."
"No It's not. You were nice to me, you were nice to your parents and neighbours, and you cried when we watched Lion King." Kitty flushed. Now everybody's going to know that she fucking cried over a cartoon character's death, how nice. "And I like you more when you're being nice."
Kitty stared at her slack-jawed.
From the moment she stepped into this school, Kitty knew what her goals are. She wanted, no, craved the power of being the HBIC. She wanted to rule the school, to be in control of everything; and she knew that in the hallways of William McKinley High School, being mean and ruthless was the only way to make her queen.
But with Marley's big ass heart and, dear Lord, fucking puppy dog eyes tugging at her conscience every time she tries to do something mean, Kitty was sure that she would turn into a softy by the end of the month. Heck, she hadn't even slushied anyone for a whole week, with the exception of the dumb ass jock from this morning, just because Marley asked her not to.
But then, she's Kitty fucking Wilde, and nobody can tame a Wilde; so apologizing to Ryder wouldn't make her any less bad ass, right?
Soooo what'cha guys think? :)
Kitty and Marley are going to be friends for a few chapters, and there will be a lot of bonding during that period. They're going to be BFFs! :D
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