About five days before my final exam in History, I'm sitting out on the lawn in the schoolyard with a group of gaggling girls. Carrie is next to me, staring up at the sky like me, while all the girls fuss over me.

"Really Marion, you have SUCH pretty eyes, it's a miracle you don't enhance that feature with some eyeshadow." Brielle Martins says to me as she braids me hair.

"Sorry Brielle, but I really don't care what my eyes look like." I drawl, trying to make her stop fixing my hair.

"Marion, its a miracle all the guys aren't asking you to go out, you are so beautiful!" Marissa Hancock says, braiding the other side of my horrifying head of hair.

"It's only because the guys are terrified of her that she doesn't get asked out." Carrie points out, now assisting in the braiding of my hair.

I'm now unable to move, for the sake of having my hair pulled out of my head. I just lay and glare angrily at my friends, all of whom laugh at my pathetic attempts at actually being mad at them.

Suddenly, I'm allowed to stand up, finding my hair down in a single short braid down my back, I find I rather like it. It's a look that says, hard ass and proud.

Anyways, one of the boys walks over to our side of the school yard. You see, both sexes have their own sides of the school yard. The girls get the tree and benches while the guys get the field of grass and dirt to roll around in. But when one crosses into the others boundaries, it can mean two things. A) Someones going to get their heart broken or B) someone is going to get asked out.

The girls on my side (well, not necessarily my side, but I'm always followed around by all the girls, so I guess its my side...cool) all started to quiet down as Brandon Marlo made his way across the border line into OUR territory.

Now, let me explain Brandon Marlo. Girls kill themselves just to get on a date. Guys will do the craziest things to get him to hang with them. It's sick. In the sixth grade, I was one of his number one fans, but now, I just look forward to the opportunity he's going to give me to sock him one.

"Hey Ravenwood!" He shouts, jogging over with an easy smile over to our group. Several girls start to whisper excitedly amongst themselves, giggling like hyenas. I roll my eyes.

"Yeah what do you want?" I yell back.

"Come here. I wanna talk to you." He says, using the big blue eyes look that makes everyone else in my group giggle incessantly.

"If you want to talk, you can come over here. I'm too tired to get up." I say lazily, winking at my friends, who all know how this was going to end.

"You want to go out to the club dancing tomorrow night, my treat?" He offers, standing over me and giving me that sickening smile I can't believe I used to adore.

Let's just say I don't even give my answer a second thought.

"No."

"W-What?" He asks, looking rather put out.

"You heard me, no. Now, if you're done attempting to make my lunch come out of my stomach, go away."

He blinks at me for a moment, as if I wasn't clear enough for the entire school (who was watching us, by the way) to hear.

"Let me tell you something, babe." He says, pulling me up of my feet by my skinny waist. "You should feel pretty happy that I want to take you out. I mean, you used to be a skinny stick but you've filed out and you're pretty good looking now."

"So that's why you want to take me out? To bed me?" I start to yell, wrenching my hands from his.

"Well...if that's okay with you." He says.

What I do next is not my fault. Like I say, I never have control over my actions. I could scream and cuss him out. I could just walk away and ignore him. But I decide to do the adult thing to do.

What do I do, might you ask?

I bloody beat the hell out of that bastard, that's what.

First I punch him, then I knee him in the groin, and then I kick him in both shins.

I'm about to take advantage of his falling over and jump on him, delivering more punches, but someone calls my name.

"Marion!"

I snap my head around to our side of the field and find Indiana Jones standing there, his hands in his pockets and his face bearing the smuggest of grins.

For the girls who were into Brandon Marlo, meeting Indy for them was about ten times better, I'm guessing. They all crowd around him, cooing and batting their eyes.

I turn back to Marlo.

"Stay away from me and my bed, or I leave you with more of a mark than this." I turn and begin to walk away.

But then, Brandon must've got up because he grabbed me around the waist and hoisted me on his shoulder.

"Let go of me you smarmy bastard!" I scream, beating him on his back.

Next thing I know, I'm lying on the ground, watching Brandon Marlo get the shit beat out of him.

By the most unlikely person I can think of.

Once Brandon passes out, this person grabs me and pulls me up off my feet.

"C'mon Marion." Indy growls, leading me out of the school yard.

Too speechless to even nod, I follow him dumbly out of the schoolyard, listening incoherently to the cheers and laughter coming from my friends.

Why is it that I'm the only person to ever dislike Indiana Jones upon meeting him?

That was the longest short so far!! Just over 1000 words. Most of it was pointless crap and horrible, I know, just review please. Let me know of any typos!