Chapter Nine
Marceline's P.O.V.
I blinked in surprise. "You were spying on me?" I said angrily.
"No! Well, I heard you singing, and-"
"Did Marshall send you?" I asked flatly "Yeah, that makes sense. He probably wants to wreck my life even further, so he sent his buddy to charm me into opening up my shell so he can stick a screwdriver into it, didn't he?"
"No, I-" He tried again, face going pinker than usual.
"I knew you were too good to be true!" I yelled, backing away from him. "No person is just naturally that nice!"
"Marcy… Marceline, I'm not a spy, or an informant, or a decoy, or anything like that, I swear. Please believe me." He pleaded.
I scoffed. "I'm not making the same mistake with you that I did with Ash. He got close to me, and I got burned. Bad. I don't care if I have to move in with Finn, or Flame Princess, or, hell, I'd even stick around with LSP to get away from you three. I talk to guys, guys hurt me. That's the way it goes. I'm not gonna let you hurt me, or Marshall. I'm in it for me. Looking out for number one and everyone else can go get screwed. You hear me, Gumball? Go get screwed!" I yelled hysterically.
I spun on my heel. Gumball grabbed my arm. "Marceline, please just calm down for a minute! I get that you're upset because of Marshall and Ash, whoever that is, but I'm not either of them!" I looked at him from beneath my lashes, hiding behind my hair. He looked panicked, and rumpled, and his face was bleeding from where he'd hit the ground, and there were tears threatening to spill over in his eyes.
"Gumball," I said evenly, "Let go of my arm."
He tightened his grip, and I reached over and pinched his wrist, making him gasp in pain and his hand open in reflex. I flew upwards, trying to drown out the plaintive calls from the crying candy prince below me as I felt my heart aching in my chest.