Hey guys! Thank you so much for the reviews/follows and such, they were all so helpful and really motivated me to continue! I'm sorry this one took a while to get up, I was intending to upload it shortly after the first chapter but then actual college got in the way D; It's not as long as what I originally planned (I just wanted to give you guys something while I had the time), but I shall get the next chapter up sooner. Almost got some free time so I can update more frequently ^_^ Enjoy!
Chapter 2:
Marceline was like a zombie, sitting on her bed staring off into the distance. She had gotten ready for the day, but was still waking up. She rubbed her eyes and stretched her arms. Mondays were heavy. Her father; despite being against it, had forced her to enrol in a science unit "on the off chance she might like Biology"… yeah right.
There was a click from the dorm room lock and the door swung open.
"Sup loser"
Marceline looked over to the girl that just walked in.
"Ew, what are you doing here"
Keila smirked at this comment as she dumped her bag near the end of her bed.
"Now, now, don't be like that, how did my house-wifey go with the house inspection?"
"Good, no thanks to you ditching me, you butt. And since when am I the housewife?"
"Aww is Marceline getting defensive?"
Keila sat down on her bed and flipped out her phone to check it. Marceline couldn't keep a straight face at the nature of this conversation. She crossed her arms and pouted.
"No I'm just wondering why I never got a ring or anything. You're a bad husband."
Keila laughed and looked up from her phone, Marceline broke her act by smirking, then laid back on her bed and stared up at the ceiling.
"So what'd you get up to when I wasn't here?"
Keila looked back down at her phone and Marceline was reminded of the encounter the day before. She was still incredibly confused. She thought about it a bit but couldn't come to a proper conclusion.
Were they… friends, acquaintances?
Marceline remembered how the other girl had nudged her leg bringing a sense of comfort between them. How contagious her smile was; when she did smile of course. Then she remembered the statement on her ex. How she presumed it was a girl…wait….
Did she think that that was a date!?—
"Marceline are you okay?"
Marceline was pulled from her thoughts once more and looked over to the girl sitting on the bed next to hers.
"Oh yeah sorry, just thinking."
"About what?"
…
"Ah… I met one of our neighbours yesterday."
"Oh?" Keila's face went serious, but with a clear mischievous grin. "How did that go down…"
Marceline sat up and looked the other girl directly in the eye.
"She was really weird."
"Oh dear… so no parties anytime soon?"
"Well… She wasn't weird in a mean way, it's just… I don't know."
"What was her name?"
Marceline racked through her brain and smiled.
"Bonnie….bel"
Keila's face dropped, Marceline raised an eyebrow at this response.
"…surname?"
She scratched the back of her head trying to recall.
"Actually, I didn't even find out what her surname was, but she had light pink hair… and… just wore a lot of pink in general."
"Holy shit. No flipping way. I bet you that's Bonnibel Sweet."
The taller girl still didn't know whether this was a good or bad thing.
"…Okay… should I be scared or something?"
"Very. My friend Finn use to go to school with her, that chick is a deceptive little shit… apparently."
Marceline threw a confused look at Keila. The other girl continued.
"She acts all proper and shit, the perfectionist type, and she'll pretend to be nice just to get what she wants. But then once she's got it, she don't care about anyone. Trust me. Our type and her type do not mix."
Marceline stood up off her bed to grab her bag.
"Yeah, I suppose I can see it. I was just nice to her so she wouldn't hold a grudge for the party that YOU let get out of control"
Keila chucked a pillow at Marceline.
"Hey! I think we both know it wasn't just me."
Marceline smirked and grabbed her bag at the foot of her bed. She began packing it.
"Where you going?"
"To class dummy, I'm already running late."
Keila shrugged and went back to her phone whilst Marceline slung the strap of her bag over her shoulder.
"catcha!"
Marceline knew if she had of run, she might be on time, but there was no way in hell she was going to be 'that' person. She got to the room surprisingly quickly anyway, but despite her efforts (or lack of), it seemed as though everyone got there quicker. The only seats left were a few stray ones near the front of the classroom. The lesson had not quite begun but everyone was settled and with their notes out on the table.
Was I supposed to have studied something for this class…
She walked to the front and sat at the first spare spot she came across. She got out her notepad and pens but didn't open it, not wanting to reveal the lack of writing on her page. The girl next to her looked up slightly, probably wondering why some 'dumb punk chick' was in her science unit, but not paying attention to her, she quickly started texting Keila under the desk.
Marceline: I just got here and I'm already bored D; help meh.
Marceline was amused by her message and peeked up at her tutor to see if he was paying attention. He looked like he was just getting the last preparations together. Marceline felt a buzz in her hand and she looked down once more.
Keila: Focus my child.
She smiled at the response before locking her phone and placing it in her pocket. Leaning up slightly to slip it into her skinny jeans, she accidently brushed the person next to her.
"Oh Sorry—"
Marceline was face to face with the pink haired girl that she had encountered the day before.
"Shit… no way!"
The girl glared at her and pouted before going back to writing some sciency stuff on her page.
Wow, savage. Did I say something wrong?… I should probably try and talk to her or something…
"Yo, what kind of nerd sits right at the front of the classroom!"
Well done Marceline, really hit the nail on the head.
The girl lightly placed her pen on her notebook lifting her fingers to the arm of her glasses. As she turned to face the punk, she smoothly slid them off the bridge of her nose. As Marceline watched every moment of this, she felt her cheeks heat up.
"You apparently."
Wow.
Having looked at her face to face, probably a moments too long, her brain felt like jelly. Usually smart ass comments came naturally to her, not today. Noticing the other girl not back down from the stare off; she quickly looked down at her closed notebook.
"ah yeah."
"AH YEAH!?" WHAT ARE YOU THINKING! YOU LOOK STUPID!
The tutor began the lesson. This thankfully distracted the girl next to her and trying to keep her mind off the situation, she remained focused on her work.
Marceline had no clue what she was doing. As much as she tried to focus on all the gibberish being written on the board in front of her, her mind kept wandering to what was going on outside the window… There was nothing going on outside the window, but it was still more interesting than what she was learning.
The dark haired girl looked back at the board to notice more stuff had been written, she copied a few things down to her notebook.
Perhaps I can look this up later…
Marceline put her elbow on the desk and leant her head on her hand. She began fiddling with her pen between her fingers and her leg started bouncing, she was getting restless. This was something the dark haired girl often did when she was having writers block, she supposed this was a similar situation. The girl felt a light hand being placed on her thigh. She froze.
Marceline looked up to the culprit sitting to the left of her, the pink girl finished listening to the tutors sentence before turning to look directly back.
"You're shaking the whole table"
She felt the hand slide down the side of her thigh before it was lifted on top of the table, picking up her pen.
"Oh… sorry."
Marceline looked down at her notebook, still frozen.
Why am I so flustered right now?
She slowly peeked to her left, getting a better look at the other girl who was busily writing down notes. She noticed that the girl was, once again, wearing a lot of pink, but this time her hear was down and gently flowing over her shoulders. She watched as she brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear, and glanced in Marceline's direction. Marceline looked back down quickly ro avoid eye contact.
Okay… so nerd is actually really pretty…
The tutor was finally finishing up his session and Marceline was super excited to get out of there. She thought about the plans she had with her band after this class, which was motivation enough to get through the boring lecture. She put her notes in her bag in preparation, and as soon as the lectured dismissed them, she got up from her seat, shifting her bag over her shoulder.
"Hey Marceline."
The punk girl looked to the source of the sound, Bonnie was sitting in her chair with her arms crossed. In all honesty, Marceline couldn't tell whether she was mad, or just wanted to say something important.
"Sorry geek, I've got plans to attend to, catch ya later"
With that, Marceline turned on her heals and left the classroom.
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