Star's Pov

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I grinned at Marco as he tossed the note I threw at him back to me. I reached up and caught it with one hand.

I uncrumpled the note and read what Marco wrote. What a nice guy.

I was staring down at the note, admiring his neat, printed handwriting, completely zoned out, when I hear Mrs. Skullnick speak in a grouchy tone.

"Get to work, you brats!"

Everyone starts talking and moving at the same time, eager to slack off and do nothing for the rest of the hour. I jump up from my seat and race over to the front of the classroom where Marco always sits. Why would anyone sit there when you could sit in the back of the classroom and not have to even pay attention?

Dragging the desk across the floor makes a loud screechy noise. I sit down across from Marco and lean my chest on the desk, beaming at him while he just stares at me.

"Soooo, partner..." I drawl out my words excitedly. "Whatdaya say we do this?!"

Marco is so weird. He's twitching and sweating like he's nervous or something. Psh, a kid like him is probably nervous about getting an A minus! Or even worse, a B! Seriously, he needs to chill out over his grades. I get D*s and sometimes F*s and I don't care, after all, Earth education isn't nessicary for--

Oh yeah. I completely forgot.

You see, after I'm done with high school, I have to move back to Mewni so I can learn manners and etiquette and how to sit in a chair on your butt all day.

Ah, the joys of being queen.

Trust me, if I could get around it, I would. I want to stay here in Echo Creek. I absolutely love it here! I've made a bunch of friends here, I don't want to say good-bye!

"I-I suppose we sh-should get started." Marco stammers. I smile again and unzip my favorite purse-- the teal one with the shoulder strap-- and dig around in it for my cell phone. I pull it out and lean back in my chair, putting my feet up on the desk. Marco's eyes breifly flick to my legs then he looks at my face-- sort of. His gaze stops just behind my shoulder.

"Sh-Shouldn't we be working on th-the project?" I laugh. Of course Marco would want to actually work on the assignment.

"Silly, silly Marco." His face flushes red and he looks down at the floor, muttering something under his breath.

Maybe we should actually work. I don't want to make Marco hate me. I don't want to give him his first bad grade just because I don't want to work. But that is the only reason I'm going to work in class today, NOT because the project is fun, or I want to be a good student or something.

I take my legs off the desk and put my phone back into my purse.

"Okaaaaay, we can work today. But don't expect me to be nice tomorrow, Safe Kid!" I say sternly, but I know we'll be working tomorrow as well. Marco's eyes light up and he unzips his binder, pulling out a Samsung tablet.

"S-so, Star, what college are you going to?" he asks. His voice is quiet and shaky. I smirk.

"I'm not going to college." Marco's eye twitches. He doesn't say anything, so I fill the silence.

"Well, what college are you going to?"

"Harvard! I-I mean, I applied for Harvard."

Of course.

"Well, I guess we know who's making all the money in this relationship!" I say jokingly. Marco's face turns bright red and he coughs. He gets flustered so easily. This might be fun afterall!

"If you're going to Harvard, you must want to be, uh... a lawyer, or something!" I place my elbows on the desk and my head in my hands. Marco's lips curve into a coy smile.

"That's what everyone says. I want to be a dentist." His voice cracks in the middle of his sentence. I notice that Marco never looks directly at me. His eyes are past my shoulder again.

"That's pretty admirable." I say. He tugs at the collar of his red hoodie.

"I-I guess."

More silence. I take Marco's tablet and unlock it.

"Let's see here, the average dentist makes... around 172 thousand dollars a year?! Damn, we could buy an awesome house!" I exclaim.

"Or we could have like, five kids!" I stare at him and laugh really loudly, falling back against my chair.

"Wow, slow your roll, Safe Kid! Or should I call you Wild Man now?" I laugh even harder as Marco blushes as red as a tomato and drags his hand through his dark brown hair sheepishly.

"So, Wild Man," I say, testing out the new nickname. Marco looks at me. His eyes are on my collarbones now.

"What kinda house should we buy?"

The brunette leans forward again to speak.

"I-I was thinking that we should move into an apartment first."

"Pshh!" I roll my eyes. "I live in an apartment now! Why would I want to move into another one?"

"I live in an apartment too, but I-I don't think it's smart to move directly into a house and have to get a loan. Especially if we-- or, I, rather-- have a student loan." I blink at him. I didn't really comprehend anything he just said. I guess I'm not the brightest Star out there! Haha, get it?!

"Right." I say simply, pretending that I have a clue about what he's talking about.

"So we move into an apartment, and after three or four years--"

I stopped listening to Marco talking. It's not that it isn't interesting... well, actually, that's exactly what it is. Talk about the future is nothing for me. I mean, talking about future on Earth. None of it is going to apply to me, the way of life on Mewni is way different. On Mewni, I don't need to worry about being able to afford a house, or go to college, or anything like that. All I need to do is rule over my kingdom and provide a heir for the throne.

Which I'm not very happy about.

If I have to provide a child, that means I have to get married (because on Mewni children are only permitted in a marrige). I really don't have a problem with getting married, but I want to find the right guy. I already know for a fact that my parents are going to arrange a marrige for me. I already know he's going to be some snobby, power-greedy guy. I also already know who they've arranged for me to marry.

"Star?" Marco's voice pierces my thoughts. I jump up from my chair. My purse-- which I had been holding in my hands-- clattered to the floor. The contents spilled out around Marco's feet.

"Oh, crap!" Panic strikes through my heart. I drop to the floor to pick up my stuff-- oh no! The brunette is on the floor as well, helping me collect my things. I rest my eyes on the one thing in my purse that no one is supposed to see (other than my tampons of course). I snatch it up and hide it behind my back, praying that Marco didn't see it.

The boy stands up and hands me my things, a small smile on his lips.

"Uh, th-thanks." I stammer and take my things from him. His face flushes as my hand touches his. I cram everything back into the tiny purse, then quickly pick up my secret from the floor and shove it in as well, making sure to zip it this time.

I sheepishly smile at Marco as I put the purse strap over my shoulder. He's looking at me with a mixture of confusion and suspicion. His eyes are on mine this time. His gaze makes me uncomfortable and I look away, sitting back down at my desk, hoping that Marco will forget what just happened. If he doesn't...

Let's just say I'd have some explaining to do.

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