Hey guys, just to let you know that I sometimes don't always update because, I have a two month old son and I'm still in high school (please no judging). So please don't get mad at me.
But anyway, here's the chapter, I hope you like it! C:

The day went by with Marceline trying to avoid Marshall Lee for as long and as much as she could, why wouldn't he just leave her alone? Couldn't he see she didn't want anything to do with him?
She sat in class, waiting for the last bell to ring, glancing at the clock on the wall; she accidentally made eye contact with Marshall.
He smirked, "Hey baby, like what you see?" he asked.
Marceline rolled her eyes and said, "You wish, I was looking at the clock for your information."
"You know sweetheart, the clock's up there," he said as he point to the clock, with his smirk still plastered on his face.
"Whatever, Marshall," she said as she went back to her work.
Marshall kept smirking, "I'll get you to be mine one day you know."
"Only in your dreams," she said as the bell rang and got up, leaving Marshall in his seat, wondering if she really did feel that way about him.

There was a room in this school. It was Marceline's favorite room. It was her safe haven in this world that felt like hell. It was the only place she could play her music and not have someone yell at her for it being too loud, or for her being so disconcerted while listing to it. She felt like this was the one place she could be herself, and no one would care.
This room was filled with musical instruments of every kind. From guitars, to a piano, to an oboe, and many more.
She walked in to find her favorite instrument of them all, the red bass guitar that hung on the wall.
She looked at it and smiled, "Have you missed me?" she asked the guitar, as if it would talk back to her somehow.
"Come on," she said, "let's make some music," and took it off the wall.
She picked it up and began to sing "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day. Sure she had Finn, Fionna, sort of Flora* and Frank**, and on very rare occasions, PB and PG, but she felt alone. She felt they would never truly know what she has gone through. She felt alone in this world, and didn't know how she could ever find help for herself.

Marshall had to stay after school that day. As he was passing by the music room, he heard the most beautiful voice he'd ever heard. It was angelic and pulled him in. He leaned against the door and heard the girl sing, "My shadow's the only one that walks beside me. My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating. Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me, till then I walk alone."
He hadn't noticed he'd opened the door, and luckily, neither had the girl. He looked as she had her back turned to him. Her long black hair flowing gracefully down her back, and not a hair out of place. He saw the familiar grey tank top and pale white skin; he knew it was her, Marceline, the one he could never get.
He saw as Marceline started to turn around and quickly walked out of the room again, he didn't want her to know he had been he walked a little further to the bathroom, he locked himself in a stall and leaned his head back on the door as soon as it was closed.
"Does she want someone to help her?" he questioned as he just leaned back on the stall. "I don't get it! Why doesn't she want me?" he asked as he moved away from the back of the stall and walking slightly forward. "What do I have to change?" he asked as he buried his head in his hands in utter despair. "Wait, why do I care about her anyway? She's just some girl, she's just some game, she's just a challenge. I'm Marshall Lee, I don't need a serious girlfriend, and I don't want one either! Love isn't real!" he said as he quickly removed his head from his hands and began to walk forward to the door of the stall once more, as passion and anger grew in his voice. "So why do I want to find it? Why do I sort of want Marceline to change me?" he said as he looked down at his feet at just the thought of the dark haired beauty. "God Marshall! Stop thinking! Stop it! She's nothing, just a game! Don't think about her feelings, just get her to fall in love with you, and move on, like you always do." he thought back to all the girls he had ever been with. He hurt each and every single one of them, but he didn't want that to happen to Marceline. "Come on Marshall! Don't feel bad for her. Remember your rule: Show No Love!" he said as he decided that he would get the girl, but he would take her and break her, just like he always did.

Marceline heard the door and turned around, there was no one there. Was she hearing things, she wondered.
Great! she thought, just another thing wrong with me.
She walked out of the room after putting up the bass guitar and walked passed the men's restroom. There she was Marshall Lee coming out with a confused look on his face. Even though he had decided to break her, he somehow seemed on the fence about it.
Just walk away fast and pray he doesn't see you, Marceline thought as she braced herself for the half run she would have to make to avoid Marshall Lee.
"Hey Princess," Marshall said as he saw her before she had the chance to make a run for it.
Marceline groaned at the name, since she was little she was fascinated with the darker things of life, seeing that she was so pale, she believed she was a vampire for a while when she was younger. When Marshall found out, he began to call her, The Vampire Princess.
"What do you want Marshall?" she asked as she turned to face the boy, equally as pale.
"You know what I want Marcy," he said as he smirked, the look that was normally plastered on his face returning.
Marceline looked up at the time and saw it was 4:15, she had to get home soon or her dad would be even worse today. "I really don't have time for this," she said, keeping her cool tone, while panicking inside.
"Everybody has time for me," he said, still smirking.
Marceline knew she had to get home. She looked at Marshall and said, "I don't," and walked away, leaving the school player, hurt.
Did he really have feelings, he wondered as he watched her walking away, the only girl that could ever give him the slightest hope that love was real.

*My name for Flame Princess
**My name from Flame Prince.

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