This is still the first day, as I mentioned at the end of the last chapter, it only ended because I was worried about word count, so I decided to split it into two parts. You know the craic with the legal stuff, Adventure Time and all it's characters are owned by Pendelton Ward.

Chapter 4 – First Day Part 2

That class was a little intense for a first day, half of the students got put on the spot about what performance level they are at. Luckily we never had enough time to get to everybody though because I was no prepared to play in front of everyone. Not that I have a stage fright or anything, I actually love playing for people, but Mrs Petrikov was so critical I was worried she would completely tear into something I thought was a personal masterpiece. It was clear to see why people referred to her as 'The Ice Queen'. She was highly regarded as the star of the music program though, there must be some truth to her students excelling as musicians after studying under her.

"Are you going to the party at the Beta Mu Omega sorority house tonight? It's rush week so all the parties on campus are pretty much a free for all in an attempt to lure in new pledges." Ade asked as we were leaving the lecture hall.

"Hmmm, a party sounds great. I don't have to pledge do I? Sororities are always filled with elitist, airhead, robots. Not my scene." I scoffed. Sororities were just high school popular kid cliques with their own house.

Ade raised an eyebrow at me and laughed. "Of course you don't, It's totally up to you what you wanna do. As the vice president of the sorority I can personally see to it that you're not chosen as a person of interest so don't worry about it." Shit. Way to put your foot in it, Marceline. Just insult the only friend you have here. Real smooth.

"Fuck I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mock sororities I just mean-"

"You just meant that everyone who belongs to a sorority is a stupid, elitist robot. Does that mean as the VP, I'm like, robot supreme?" I couldn't tell if the question was rhetorical or not but seeing as she was still smiling at me I'm fairly certain she's just messing with me and she's not actually pissed at me. She was definitely loving watching me squirm and blush out of embarrassment though, happy that she now had the upper hand on me again.

"I'm just fucking with you Marcy, no harm no foul. Here..." She handed my her phone "put your number in this and I'll text you with the address of the party. It starts at 9, you better be there so I can give you a tour of the horrible inner sanctum of colleges elite"

I comply and start typing away "I'm going to ignore the fact that you could just write the address down for me right now and pretend this isn't a huge ploy to get my number"

"Big talk for someone who just shit all over something I hold so dear to my heart. You're lucky I still want you there at all"

"Ah so you do want me?"

Her eyes lit up slightly, I really can't figure this girls deal out. Is she gay and actually flirting with me? Or does she know I'm gay and is one of those straight girls that likes to mess with lesbians? Either way I've gave a girl my number within less than 24 hours of being in college. Nice.

I gave her my phone to put her number in too, then when she was done we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. Now I just need to go home and figure out what the hell I'm meant to wear to this thing.

Back at the dorm Bonnibel had finally made an appearance. Well, just barely, she had her face buried in a text book. "You've got homework already? That sucks"

She lifts her head from the pages briefly to glance at me "Huh? Oh hey Marceline. Uh no, this is just for fun"

Yikes. This was her idea of fun? I shouldn't be surprised but good god really? Opening the window above my bed I sit at the windowsill and light a smoke, the party doesn't start for another few hours and seeing as I already showered I only have to change and do my hair so I've got some time to kill.

"Tsk do you have to smoke in here? Can you not take it outside?" Bonnibel was glaring at me from over her textbook. Looks like the pleasantries of last night were over.

"I'm blowing the smoke out the window. Is that not good enough? Do you have to read in here? Can you not take that outside?"

"Wha- don't be immature. Smokings bad for you you know, it'll kill you"

"Well if I die that's a win win for both of us then! Plus I have to do something to mask the bubblegum smell." It took her a second to register that I meant the bubblegum smell on me from swiping her bathroom products earlier and not what was radiating off of her.

"YOU USED MY SHAMPOO?" Wow that shriek was almost on a frequency only dogs would pick up.

"Annnd your shower gel. Which by the way was a solid investment, I left that shower feeling unbelievably good."

I don't think Bonnibel was used to sharing anything or having her authority challenged. She was starting to go a strange shade of angry red.

"Look Bonnibel before you have a fucking aneurysm, I only used your stuff because I forgot to bring mines into the shower. I'll reimburse you like 10 cents for what I used if it's that big a deal, but don't shout at me like that again, this isn't high school, Princess. You're not in charge any more." I have to admit that felt really good to say. Probably overkill on an issue involving toiletries but I'm not going to let my college experience be ruined like my high school one was.

The colour in her face was slowly changing from angry to embarrassed, it wouldn't surprise me if no one had ever told her to fuck off before.

"What are you talking about? I don't think I'm in charge. What does high school have to do with this? I just don't like people touching my stuff. And don't call me 'princess'! " is she being serious? I was okay with her not apologising for her role in my misery in school, no point dwelling in the past and all that but to pretend like it never happened? Was she really that oblivious to how here actions affected other people?

"I'm sorry about using your stuff, I'm not going to do it again. Trust me. Save me this hassle, But lets not pretend like you weren't awful in high school! To me especially!"

Her eyes went out of focus and glazed over a little and I could tell she was wracking her brain to figure out what I was talking about, she really has not idea what I'm talking about and it's fucking pissing me off. I was having such a good day as well.

"Marceline... I genuinely have no idea what you're talking about"

Okay fuck her that's it, this has been a long time coming anyway. "YOU AND LSP TOLD EVERYONE I WAS FUCKING GAY. NO ONE WANTED TO BE MY FRIEND ANYMORE!" Lauren Samantha Peterson, or LSP as she thought an acronym was less pretentious than her full name, was the biggest gossip in our year. Probably out of all the years actually. The second she got her hands on a piece of information, it would be around the entire school by the end of the day. There was always rumours about my sexuality but since I had slept with guys during my time of trying to figure myself out, no one really bought into it. That was until Bonnibel and LSP walked into a coffee shop, that I thought no one from school ever went to, and saw me kissing a girl I was on a date with. LSP took pictures and everything so there was no way to try and claim they were just starting drama.

She bowed her head a little, unable to look at me in the eyes now. I couldn't tell if she was feeling guilty or if she was still trying to figure out if she really could have been involved in something so terrible and yet be so unaware of it. I could feel tears welling in my eyes slightly, I wouldn't go as far to say Bonnibel was my school bully but this must be kind of what grown ups feel like when they get to confront theirs.

"Do you honestly have nothing to say to me Bonnibel? Not even a sorry? You and LSP ruined high school for me, I hope you know that. You made the last year and a half there fucking miserable for me. I almost dropped out. Which would have worked out for you actually considering it would mean I failed senior year and wouldn't have been accepted into this college's music program."

Bonnibel got up from her desk and sat on the end of her bed so she was facing me and looking me directly in the eyes. "I don't know what you want me to say Marceline. Sorry? Yeah sure I'm sorry whoever you called friend wasn't your real friend and they left you when they found out you were gay but don't blame me for you being a bad judge of character. That's all on you."

I was in disbelief. Total utter disbelief. "Are you for fucking real, Bonnibel? That's it? You're seriously not taking any responsibility?"

"No. I'm not. LSP shouldn't have taken and sent the picture sure but take that up with her if you're so pissed about it, it's not my fault you were a loner afterwards. Maybe if you didn't have such a bad, I'm better than everyone, attitude in school you would have had better friends."

My hands were balled into fists by this point, I can't fucking believe what I was hearing. Was the princess of Ooo really going to talk to me about having a better than everyone attitude?

"I thought I was better than everyone? Coming from you of all people? You walked around school like royalty, not giving anyone outside of your superficial clique the time of day. God no wonder Finn dumped you, I don't fucking blame him. Way to dodge a bullet." Okay so that was definitely a low blow and had absolutely nothing to do with the topic at hand but I was so angry I didn't care, I wanted to hurt her, hurt her like she had hurt me.

I didn't expect Bonnibel to be the fighting type, I assumed she was weak and prissy but she practically dived at me in anger and slapped me in the face. I was ready for the second blow however and I grabbed her wrist, stopping her hand from making contact again, spun her round and pushed her against the wall I had be previously leaning against. She tried to squirm away from me so I pressed more of me weight against her, now pinning bother her hands above her head, my face mere inches away from her.

"Whoa, did I hit a nerve there, Bonnie?" I could smell that damn shampoo that started all of this coming off of her, I never would have expected a shower to cause so much drama.

"Let. Me. Go. Marceline." It's cute that she's still trying to remain in charge right now. Whoa Marceline, 'cute'? Not the word you should be using to describe Bonnibel. Certifiably psycho, sure, cute? No.

"Or what? You're not exactly in the position to be making demands." She struggled some more underneath me until she accepted that I had her and began to relax. I had to give her some credit for being stronger than I thought though, if she wasn't smaller than me in height I probably wouldn't be able to overpower her.

"I bet this is a dream come true for you, Marcy. Pinning a girl against a wall. Why don't you do something about it?" The tone in her voice had dropped drastically from angry to overly seductive. What the hell was she trying to achieve here? I never had the princess pegged for the flirty type, if she hadn't dated Finn for about 4 years I would have assumed she was a virgin.

Trying to call her bluff I pressed my body harder into her, I could feel the warmth of her radiating through me. I have to admit this was kind of hot. God it really has been a long time since I last god laid if this was doing something for me. Bonnibel still hadn't backed down though, not taking her eyes of mines once. We were in a sort of stalemate, both not sure how far the other person was going to take this before admitting defeat. All I wanted was a measly apology.

I slowly leaned down so my face was painfully close to hers, if someone even pouted slightly our lips would scrape off of each other.

My phone started ringing just as I was bout to take the dive. Fuck. The party.