Monday, September 24th
Bonnie was tossing and turning for hours, unable to pry her eyes open. Any and all light that came through the cracks in the dorm room's curtains blinded her and send a sharp pain to her temples.
She was huddled up on the floor, back to the window, covering her face in a shirt that most definitely wasn't hers. It faintly smelled of Marceline and sweat. At this point, she'd rather be covered by the dark shirt than the sun to show it's ugly face at this time.
Marceline, on the other hand, was halfway across the room from her, sprawled across the floor on her stomach and her head half resting on the wall. That couldn't have been comfortable.
"Mar-Marceline," Her voice sounded so strained and soft. "Marceline, wake up."
The pinkette received an annoyed grunt from across the room.
Bonnie, just as annoyed, drug herself over to the rocker and flicked her on the cheek. "Get up lazy bones." Her hand was slapped away and another grunt materialized from deep within her roommate.
Quickly giving up, Bonnie laid her head on Marceline's shoulder as if she were a pillow and let out a long sigh. Her head was blistering with pain and every part of her body was oddly sore, as if she had just run a marathon.
Not that she regretted going with Marceline to visit her brother, she simply shouldn't have indulged in more alcohol in her already drunken state. From what she could remember from the night before, she wasn't meant to tag along. Though, when she was dropped off she wouldn't let Marceline leave. So they both ended up within Marshal's dorm and somehow miraculously ended up back in their room.
"How do you sober up a hangover?" Came the pinkette's question, running her hand through the rocker's ebony locks. It was possible that she was still intoxicated.
Marceline let out a heavy sigh, grabbing Bonnie's hand to stop her from messing with her hair any further. "Three Advil, black coffee and a cold shower." She shifted, forcing Bonnibel off her. "I'll make coffee real quick. You can have the first shower." The rocker winced at the popping that her shoulders created when she stretched.
The light from the hallway blinded Marceline and she opened the door. Bonnie hardly noticed, with her head tucked into her arms and Marceline's shirt still wrapped around her head. She had fallen back asleep in a matter of seconds, obviously not over the exhausting night before.
Shooing away her thoughts, Marceline slowly made her way down the stairs to the somewhat noisy lobby. Ten girls were currently slouched on the couches that surrounded the television screen, all in their PJs sipping at their coffee mugs. One of the girls had a bottle of gin in her hand.
Really? On a Monday morning? Well...that didn't sound that bad of an idea.
Rain stood in the kitchen flipping pancakes on the frying pan. It wasn't surprising that she was able to do the tricks like the chefs on tv. She flipped the pancake without a utensil, checking both sides before placing on a plate and sliding it towards Marceline as she sat down at the table.
"Hungry?" It hurt to stare into Rain's perfectly white teeth. Her smile was as bright as the sun.
"Hungover."
Her friend nodded and pulled Advil from one of the cupboards and slid that across the table along with butter and syrup. "Is Bonnie up?"
Marceline took a bite of the fresh pancakes and melted where she sat. It was so good she swore that for a moment she had almost forgotten how hungover she was. She let out a small moan of satisfaction and shook her head. "Fell back asleep, do you have coffee made?'
Rain gave a nod and pulled out a mug from a different cupboard and poured the contents out of the coffee pot into the smaller mug.
Marceline liked their simple relationship. Rain was one of the few people on campus she considered a friend. She and Rain had such a simple and loving relationship that she didn't have to worry about conflict.
She was one of those people you could constantly count on, and who would correct you without making a scene or coming off too blunt, a kindhearted soul that happened to be a business major. She was only taking the classes to open her own bakery, but even she admitted that finance was hard.
Another long exasperated sigh escaped Marceline's lips and a writhing pain finally arrived in her temples. Reaching for the Advil bottle, she grabbed three of the blue pills and downed them without a drink of her black coffee. Her throat was dry and when the pills slid down her throat she felt a dull ache.
"Had fun with Jake last night?"
Rain visibly blushed and returned to her cooking. "Keila told you?" Her voice was gentle, as if she was a little embarrassed, which was understandably so. She often didn't talk about her sexual relations with her boyfriend.
A simple shrug rolled off of the musician's shoulders. "Said you passed up a rave for a," Pausing a moment, she allowed the blistering pain to subside before continuing. Rain noticed her silence and glanced back at Marceline. "That you passed up a rave for a night out with Jake." She finally let out. Maybe I should skip classes for the day.
Rain nodded, smiling at the thought.
"He's good to you, yeah?"
"Of course," A pancake was flipped into the air effortlessly. "We've been dating almost 2 years now."
Braco. She finally remembered. "Do you know anything about a guy named Braco?"
Rain raised an eyebrow. "Braco? That's Bonnie's lab partner, right? Why?"
"No reason." She sipped her coffee, ignoring how it scorched her tongue.
Bonnie had most likely told her about her little crush already. The mere thought of it sent a wave of anger throughout her. It wasn't jealousy, but she couldn't place a finger on what it was that was bothering her so much.
A lazy arm slid around her shoulders. Marceline would usually have jerked away and sent a glare at whoever had touched her, but when she saw the arm was attached to her roommate, she let it pass.
The girl laid her head in the crook of Marceline's neck, inhaling deeply as if she was...Wait, is she smelling me?
"Mornin', Marcy." She grumbled. Her hot breath sent shivers down her spine as it cascaded from the bottom of her ear to her collarbone. She hated to admit that she liked the new nickname.
Rain tried to hide a smile, seeing the light shade of red on Abadeer's cheeks.
Without a word, Marceline slid the bottle of medicine to Bonnie and lent her the coffee.
"Thanks," Bonnie took the medicine and gulped down the rest of Marceline's drink, scalding her throat.
What the hell is wrong with me...The musician thought. Her forehead and cheeks felt warm. It couldn't have been the alcohol. Do I have a fever?
Shit.
Marshal rushed out of bed, knocking over practically everything in his way. He didn't mind the looks he received from being in his pajamas or running down the sidewalk like a maniac. Neither did he mind that he woke up at such a late time, in most classes this would be okay, but to his dismay, it was Professor Earl's class.
Professor Earl was hated by every single one of his students and he didn't take crap from anyone. He was one of the professors you avoided taking at all costs. Not just because his class was a nightmare to pass, but his teaching was plain and mundane.
Unlike his swiftly beating heart, Marshal opened the door in the calmest manner he could, completely setting aside his rash desire to gasp for air.
Earl, of course, immediately sensed his presence and glared at him as he walked in. He would normally give some sort of snide comment when Marshal showed up late, but this time returned to his lecture without a nasty word thrown his way.
Taking no time to think of why that was the case, Marshal sat himself down in a seat in the back of the class and slumped as far down as he possibly could.
Yes, the seat was by Marceline, but she was too focused on writing every last bit of what was on the board to notice his arrival.
This class was unfortunately very hard for an algebra class. Marshal was surprisingly good at any math thrown his way, so he didn't necessarily feel the need to listen in too hard.
Marshal was always pinpointed in class because of his lack of note-taking. It wasn't as if he disrupted class or didn't turn in work. He just stared off into the distance waiting for the class to be over. That in itself must have irked every last teacher he's ever had.
If it weren't for the focused look on his sister's face, he would have nudged the girl next to him and asked for a pencil so that he wouldn't be targeted. When she was this focused, she would whisper a few swears his way before ignoring him completely.
She shifted in her seat every so often, listening to what Earl would say and scribbling down something worthy enough to be on her notebook.
A bad habit of the Abadeer family was to stay silent and watch people like prey. Half listening to what was going on around them, more focused on a certain object or person, studying every detail of what was happening.
He noticed that when she wasn't writing, she would silently drum her fingers against whatever object was in front of her. He also noticed that she ground her teeth when Professor Earl cracked his high pitched voice, which was more often than not.
Marshal knew that she hated him as much as he did, but her advantage was that she listened to every word like gold, while he sat back and watched as she cringed.
Suddenly the sound in the room shifted and Earl was back sitting at his desk at the front of the room. Everyone was currently gathering their things and abruptly leaving. No one said goodbye or accompanied Earl for a question or two about the lesson. No one ever stayed that long to talk to him. An hour of him talking was enough for each day.
Marshal didn't find that sad in the slightest. Earl was a true introvert, someone who pushed out everything from the outside world. He always thought he made his voice that loud and high so no one would approach him.
A high pitched ring caught his attention. "Marshal," Oh no...please no... Earl motioned for him to come closer.
His sister snickered as she passed by him out of the classroom. This wasn't the first time Earl called him up after class. He was frequently late.
"Yes, sir?"
"Come and sit, boy."
Marshal cringed. It was meant to be an insult, but Marshal as of late was starting to think he was still just that. A boy.
"Your tardiness has been quite the issue," Earl stated the obvious, monotone. The young Abadeer was well aware of this problem. "You should know that general education courses require full attendance, maximum of 3 absences, correct?" He spat out the last word.
"Correct."
The professor eyed his student as if scanning him over to make sure he was paying attention this time. "You may not have been absent, but your presence has been yet to be desired." His class is yet to be desired... "You have room to improve, have I made that clear?"
He had. Earl made that clear the last time they talked. He tried to have a personal talk with him about what was going on, however, it was more awkward than he could describe.
Marshal gave a nod to satisfy his professor.
"That was your last warning. I'd rather not fail you." It sounded more like a threat than a warning.
Marshal again gave a nod and briskly walked out of the classroom.
As he stepped out of the classroom, Marceline popped out of nowhere into Marshal's view. The days they had a class together they would go for lunch in the cafeteria. By that time it was well past 12, which was lunch rush.
Just as her sudden appearance came, the grogginess of the night before hit him. He never received hangovers from his binge drinking, instead, he was consumed with grogginess as if the alcohol still thrived in his system.
His sister, of course, knew how to rid of her headaches and how to ignore pain. She had a very high tolerance for pain. Any time she drank she admitted she had bad hangovers, yet somehow she always bounced back in a better mood than ever.
"Mind if I bring a few friends today, or are you too smashed to even be out here?"
Marshal rolled his eyes. "Bring your friends, I'll walk myself to my next class when we're done."
Marceline practically beamed. He couldn't recall the last time she was in such a fantastic mood. Then again, he didn't know the last time she drank either. It wasn't very often.
She texted a number or two before glancing back up at him. "I see your eye is better."
He hated the reminders of it being there, of the rejection. He thought girls liked surprises and apologies, like in those sappy movies, but life wasn't like the movies. He knew that now.
"It's not nearly as bad as it was. Could be better though."
Marceline gave a nod and looked back at her phone with a little smile. She bit her lip as she texted back.
"Bongo, Keila and Guy are on their way."
He thought it was odd, he could have sworn she was texting her roommate to invite her.
"The whole gang is back together." Was all he could say, wincing at the enormous pain in his eye and temple. "Let's go, shithead, I have class in an hour."
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DarkestAngel18: I'll be keeping up with this story more frequently and trying to finish up my other work, sorry for all the late updates. :P
Dearest and Loveliest Guest: I also have another story that longer but hasn't been updated in a while. I look forward to new updates with both stories!
