Sophomore Year: Chapter 12: Back To School

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Fionna woke up her head on Marshall's shoulder, she must've fell asleep watching movies. Fionna groggily walked to her charging phone , resting on the dining room table. She glanced at her her texts and her eyes widened in suprise. It was 11:45pm and the school break was over. She had at least 20 texts from Kate and 4 calls each from all of her roomates. Fionna looked at her attire which consisted of Marshall's plaid t-shirt, and blue shorts. She ran to Marshall's room and grabbed a pair of jeans and a sky blue tank top. She threw on a random grey hoodie and then ran back into the living room. She stood over Marshall and hurriedly slapped his face, trying to wake him up.

Marshall groggily opened his eyes finding a distorted figure of a blonde. "Wake up ya butt, it's Wednesday.", she screamed at Marshall's groggy expression. "Oh shit.", Marshall whispered. "Shut up we need to go, we already missed like 3 periods. ", Fionna ushered Marshall out of his chair. "Come on, I'll drive you in my truck." , Marshall said, slipping on his leather jacket and aviator sunglasses.


Marshall pulled to a stop on the parking lot of the school. He took off of his glasses and whipped his inky black hair back, showing off his olive complexion. "We don't have time for this this MOVE ya toosh.", Fionna shoved Marshall's Leather jaket, creating two sandy brown temporary handprints. "Easy, this is Versace babe.", Marshall brushed ofd his shoulders. Fionna blushed a deep red. "Please, Marshall, you probably got that from the corner of the subway from that man who sells weed.", Fionna rolled her eyes. He never got rid of that "rich boy" mentality , his mom practically implanted into him.

When they were little, Marshall's mom traveled alot and went on tons of buisness trips. Marshall in the beginning was sort of a rebel and a wallflower and was a really quiet guy and his mom thought that was her fault, so his mom tryed to show that she cared about him by showering him in presents. Then after a while, girls began to notice him, and Fionna spent most Fridays at home getting forced to watch romantic comedys with her sister, eating rocky road ice cream instead of hanging out those millions of times Marshall assured her that they would do on Friday. But he always made up for it on Saturday.

Saturday mornings, Marshall would come stand outside her window, throwing rocks at her window until Kate threw pillows at her to wake her up so that she would answer the window. She'd open it, getting greeted with a posterboard that read "Sorry, meet me the theater around 11." . He'd pay for them to watch a movie, or hang out in the arcade. Fionna got her thoughts snapped out of her head as she was greeted with a face full of wooden double doors leading to the Gymnasium. "Next time, you should try opening the door blondie.", Marshall grinned giving her his hand. "You OK?", he asked seriously.

"I'm chill dude, just don't tell anyone about us, Ok?", Fionna whispered , looking over her shoulder. "Why, you don't want to be seen with someone who light 's car on fire?", he asked his marron eyes, beginning to flicker with red specks. "First, I didn't know that was you, everyone thought it was Clein, and let it pass because his chrome isn't in a staight line if you know what I mean. Everyone that he was in another sugar high from eating too many cinnamon buns, and no not that, it's just my sister hates you, I'm roomates with your sister, that's a little awkward, and my other roomate is the biggest gossip in the school that won't go well in my opinion. ", Fionna pouted rolling her eyes. They didn't know that they were being watched.

"Fine, but you know we can't keep this up forever.", Marshall whispered. "Ok.", whateves.", Fionna said opening the door to the gym, finding everyone sitting in a circle and a big chalkboard in the middle. Mr. Billy stood glaring, his emerald green eyes at the couple. "How nice it is of you to join us. Miss. Mertens, .", he said coldly. "Hopefully the two of you could show up on dentention on time huh?", he asked slipping two pink slips and handing them to the two teens. "Now, my assistant for this period will be one of our own seniors here, Miss, Catherine Mertens. ",Billy's laid-back-attitude returned as he gestured to Kathy wearing a"Have safe sex." T-shirt. Kate glared and narrowed her brown eyes at Fionna who was doing her best to ignore her sister.

"Now Catherine, may you pass out the materials?", asked. Kate put on a false cherry smile as she handed everyone around the room a tiny note book, a pen and a pack of condoms. "OK, guys we are going to talk about sex. Sex is bad. If you have sex, say Finn here had sex. He had it good too. And he had no regrets. Well Finn should have some regrets. You know what's going to happen to out old friend Finn here? He's going to get PREGNANT AND DIE!'' he said , narrowing his eyes at Finn."But, I'm a dude.", Finn stated bluntly while profoundly blushing. "That's what they all say Finn.", Billy narrowed his eyes at Finn, making him blush even more.

Next thing you know, you'll be on Maury, trying to see who's your "baby daddy". " yelled, making some kids snicker and jump back at his voce bellowing through the gym. "Why are you late. And wearing Marshall's jacket?", Kate whispered-yelled, narrowing her eyes at the girl as she slowly handed her a book and pen. Fionna looked down at herself, realizing that she was wearing Marshall's grey hoodie that resembled a beanbag on the blonde. Well, what had happened was...my hoodie was...dirty, so he let me borrow his.", Fionna lied through her teeth. Kate narrowed her eyes at the blonde, making her shiver, despite the hoodie. "Mhm, I know that you are lying and I will find out why.", she whispered into the blonde's ear.


Fionna walked into the almost empty classroom and sat down. She threw her long hair in a scrunchie and slumped down in a chair in the far back of the room. "What did you get in trouble for Fionna,hmm?", said narrowing his greyish eyes at the girl. Fionna mentally rolled her eyes. She had to deal with this douche for the remainder of the afternoon. Mr. Lemongrano gave the blonde a stern look before returning to his book about the history of cirtus fruits.

A few hours had passed and Fionna started hearing a few taps at the window. She glanced at who was long asleep, his head resting on the desk and a faint snoring noises coming from his slightly parted lips. Fionna quietly tip-toed to the door finding Marshall on th grassy perimeter of the school with a huge bag of sunflower seeds. "Yo, Fi, you comin' ?", Marshall yelled, grinning sheepishly. "Shutup ya dumb butt, you're going to wake up Lemongrano!", Fionna whispered loud enough for Marshall to hear. "Wait. Aren't you supposed to be in detention too?", Fionna tilted her head to the side like a confused bunny. " Yeah, don't worry about that Fi, I got out and I want food you in?", Marshall yelled siling a half smile and gesturing to the ladder on the side of the window. Fionna thought hesitantly for a moment . Soon enough she found herself on the grassy perimeter panting, with her hands on her knees.

"So what are we doing?'' Fionna managed to get out her face a pasty red color. "I dunno, I got bored." Marshall said grinning. Fionna's face turned a crimson red. "You made me climb down a forty feet ladder because you were ''bored''?'', she fumed crossing her arms over her chest. " Chill ya neck Fi, we're going somewhere, I just don't know yet." Marshall said pulling the girl into his truck and turning on the ignition.


The truck stopped at a red light, they've been riding around for at least an hour. Fionna watched as the sun set down on the horizon of the nearby desert. The truck was in front of a huge balck van. Instantly, the van stopped, making the truck stop all at once. In the faint, evening light, Fionna saw a pair of hands, throw something white out of the window. Fionna immediately ran out of the car hearing Marshall call after her. "Hey dude, you can't just go throwing JUNK around the earth man, not cool.", Fionna yelled at the black car that began to sped away when she appeared. She heard a small meow and looked down at a tiny white cat with bright green eyes looking up at her. "Mew.", the cat repeated looking up at the girl, then sneezing. "Bless you." Fionna said in awe before picking up the cat and retreating back into the truck.

"What in the hell is that?'' Marshall said, looking at the tiny cat in Fionna's hands. "Scwabelle." Fionna said adoringly, looking down at the tiny cat which sneezed again. "Fionna why the fuck do you have a stray? It could have rabies, or aids or herpes or some shit." Marshall said shaking his head. "Shut up Marshall, those jackasses threw this poor cat and drove away. She still has a tag on her. It says she had her shots." Fionna explained patiently, rolling her eyes. "I don't care Fi, you can't keep it anyway, no animals in the dorms." Marshall reminded her. "They never said you can't have her in fraternities." Fionna mumbled avoiding Marshall's gaze. " They also never said I'd keep her." Marshall said narrowing his eyes. "Please, just until I take her to a shelter, or pet store, or find her a home or, something." Fionna pleaded. "No." Marshall said, continuing to stay stubborn. "Pwease, pwease PWEASE!'' Fionna said throwing her head on Marshall's shoulder and looking up at Marshall with huge pleading eyes.

Marshall sighed. ''Only because I got you in trouble , and only until the end of the semester''. "Oh my glob thank you thank you thank you!'' Fionna said swinging her long arms around Marshall's neck. ''Ok, try not to choke me now.'' Marshall said, rasping for air. "Sorry." Fionna said sheepishly before immediately letting go of Marshall's neck. She looked into his chocolaty brown eyes and kissed Marshall. Shit. There goes those butterflies again.