Hello, everyone! I was going to write this sooner, but I started this Homestuck fic, and then I did some Summer reading...
Okay, so I procrastinated. AAAAAnywho, I'm here now, so without further ado...
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Marceline was flipping out.
Correction: Marceline was flipping The FUCK out.
Or at least, that's what was going through her head as she drove to school. It had been raining that day, and the dark haired girl wasn't a fan of getting wet (at least, not THAT type of wet), so she'd opted to take her baby out for a drive to her barely-used parking space.
Of course Bubblegum has to come over THE DAY AFTER I have my rant. Marceline thought to herself, banging her head against the steering wheel at a red light.
So, in short, today was not her day.
Well, maybe the rant snapped Bubblegum out of her bitch mode, she thought as she pulled up into her parking spot behind the school, and grabbed her black umbrella, as well as her bag, from the back seat. She opened the car door, swiftly opening the umbrella and huddling under it, trying to stay as dry as possible.
Once inside, she closed the umbrella, shaking it. She was glad that she was moderately dr-
SMACK!
A rather large, wet body collided with hers, wrapping its appendages around her.
"MAR-MAR!" It shouted. Marceline knew that pet name, and that sickening voice it came from.
"Ash. Do me a favor and Get. The FUCK. Off of me." She said through gritted teeth.
Once the larger boy reluctantly let her go, Marceline took a moment to (Futilely) get the water off of her leather jacket before turning back to him.
"What are you doing here? You can't be here when school starts. You could get arrested." Please get arrested.
"That's what I was gonna tell you! I transferred here, just for you, babe! I love you!" Ash was practically beaming, his three chunks of hair matted to his head bouncing with his every word.
Marceline's eyes widened comically.
Today was SO not her day.
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"Seriously? That tool goes here now?" Marshall whispered to Marceline. She groaned in response, quietly banging her head against the desk repeatedly.
Of course he has to be in my Algebra class, she thought to herself, glaring at the back of Ash's head. He had tried to sit next to Marceline, but Marshall, sensing her distress, got to the chair next to her a split second beforehand.
"You know he wants the V." Marshall whispered. Marceline turned red.
"I KNOW that. He's not getting the V, either." SHe whispered, glaring at him.
"C'mooooon. Maybe he'll leave you alone if you give him the-"
Marceline stomped down on his foot, using the heel of her favorite red boots to grind into his toes.
"MOTHER FUuuuunction. As in 'Holy shift! Check out that mother function!' Like the shirt. You know?" Marshall said sheepishly, upon recieving a glare rom Mr. Pig.
"Mr. Lee..."
"Yeah, I know. Detention." Marshall grumbled, glaring at Marceline, who just stuck her tongue out at him.
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"Mar-Mar! Wait up!" Ash raced out of the classroom to catch up with Marceline, who ran out of the class as if she were on fire.
She, of course, sped up.
"Waaaait! I wanted to know if you wanted to see a moooovieeeeee!" He was practically screaming at her as she rounded the corner and dashed through the doors of the band room.
Billy gave her an odd look.
"Don't ask." She huffed, trying to catch her breath.
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After class, Marceline explained to Billy what had happened, and was rewarded by a chuckle from the old man.
"It's not funny, you butt!" She said, smacking him lightly on the arm.
"You've got to admit, Marcy, it really is." He responded, his roaring laughter receding to light chuckling.
"I guess it is. Sometimes. But I mean, that's a looooong way to transfer, and for what? Because he had some deluded fantasy that we're dating? I mean, that's the type of dude you see on those crime shows that ends up killing everyone!" Marceline ranted.
"Marcy, I assure you, if things even get close to getting that bad, come to me. Dr. Owl and I are pretty close, and I'll make sure he gets handled." Billy said, placing his hands on her shoulders.
"That being said, try not to take it too seriously. High School isn't everything. Heck, in a year, you'll be gone, on to greener pastures. Don't sweat this measly little part of your life. Now, I believe there's a lunch period you need to get to." He said, shooing her out the door.
Marceline smirked. "Thanks, Billy. See ya later!"
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Thankfully, Ash was not in her lunch period.
Marceline plopped down in her usual seat in front of Marshall, who passed her a brown bag.
"I remember you loved these, and with the day you seem to be having, I thought these might cheer you up." He said, flashing her a smile.
She pulled a carton of strawberries out of the bag, grinning both at the fruits, and at the sentiment.
"Thanks, Marshall! I love them! But how'd you get them?" She asked.
"Well, I don't really need my third period class, and there's a grocery store a little ways up the road." He said, his smile getting wider.
"Well, this is sweet, man. Thank you." She said, awkwardly hugging him over the table.
"Don't mention it. Seriously. It'd ruin my badass image." He replied once they broke away.
She just grinned at him before taking a bite out of the delicious fruit.
Soon enough, the others came over, and the table was alight with conversation, making Marceline forget about her problems.
That is, until she felt a presence behind her.
Marceline popped the last juicy fruit into her mouth, turning around at the light tapping on her shoulder.
There beore her stood Bonnibel Bubblegum.
"Ahem. We need to talk." Was all she said, looking around at the now quiet lunch table.
"Mmf. Mkay." Marceline replied 'gracefully' from a mouthul of fruit.
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"I need a ride to your house." Bubblegum said once they were in the privacy of the bathroom's handicapped stall.
Marceline mentally sighed with relief before looking at the other girl.
"Can't you just get a ride with one of your friends? I'm sure it'd be more pleasant." She replied, letting a little venom seep into her voice.
The words didn't visably phaze the princess.
"Bubba's going home to work on a Chemistry project, And Rain is hanging out with Jake after school. Dad's in a meeting until 5. All the other girls are going to the salon, and besides, it's your house I'm going to. You do have a car to drive home in, don't you?" She asked sassily.
"Of course." Marceline didn't know whether or not to be thankful that she drove her car to school that day or not.
"Then it's settled. You'll drive me to your house after school." She said, waaaaay too much fake enthusiasm in her voice.
"Whatever. Just be out back by 4, or I'll leave your ass." Marceline replied, storming past her and leaving the stall.
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After successfully losing Ash, who'd been waiting for her near the exit, she made her way to her car.
Seeing Bubblegum leaning so casually on it gave her an evil idea.
She snuck closer to the car, so that she was right behind it, pulled the keys out of her pocket and pressed the panic button, making sure the princess hadn't seen her.
The car's horn started screaming, and Bonnibel jumped off of it, the momentum of her jump sogreat that she began to fall.
Instinctively, Marceline shot out from behind the car and caught the girl in her arms, starting one of those totally awkward staring sessions.
It was ended right after Marceline started laughing.
Bubblegum's face twisted into rage, and she smacked Marceline's arm.
"You are such an ASS! I can't believe I-" She stopped suddenly, looking away and blushing brightly.
"Can't believe what, Bonni?" Marceline asked, waggling her eyebrows.
"Whatever. Just. Get in the car." She said, disentangling herself from the taller girl.
"So forceful. I love it when a girl takes charge." She replied.
They both got in and off they went.
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Yeah. Ima stop there, 'cause I'm a huge bitch. Guess you'll have to follow the storyyyyyyyy.
I kid.
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Until next time, everyone!