"Hey baby," I hear Bonnie say before she grabs me from behind and hugs me. "Jesus Christ!" I say, jumping back. She frowns and pouts, "Sorry. How are you?" She asks, following me as I walk to my locker. How was I? I was awful. I was keeping a secret from my girlfriend and it was killing me. She had to know, but, if she knew that I was there, that it even happened at all, it'd crush her. I sigh and pull my locker open, "Peachy." "Oh, uh. Okay. I'll see you later, then." She walks away and I slam my locker shut, running into the bathroom to puke my guts up. Lying was definitely one of my specialties: but it made me feel fucking terrible. I slip down against the cubicle door and grab my phone. If you want things to be normal, Marcy, you gotta stop treating Bonnie like she killed your dog. I text Bonnie, "Hey babe, sorry. I'm just really tired and I feel sick and blegh. Come round tonight? I'll make it up to you." She texts back immediately, "Totally. I'll bring pop tarts." "You know how to please a woman." "You know it."
"Am I a man?" I ask, getting frustrated at the game. We were playing Who Am I and the piece of paper stuck to my forehead was getting on my nerves, "Yeah!" "Fuck, um, blonde hair?" Bonnie nods, grinning at my close victory, "Is it someone we know?" She nods again. I sigh. "Finn." "Bingo!" She laughs and I force a laugh out. It sounds like more of a sob than a laugh. "You know what, forget it. Just forget it." She pushes herself up from my bed and yanks her own piece of paper from her forehead. "What-" "You've been treating me horribly ever since that freaking party, Marceline! I feel fucking awful! I mean, why are you doing this? It really hurts. What did I do to deserve this?" She shouts. "You fucking cheated on me you bitch!" I scream at her, balling my fists. "What?" She asks, confused and angry. "At the party," I shout, "You cheated on me. I saw you, but you didn't see me." "With who?" Bonnie asks. "F-fucking Finn." I exhale, my breathing shaky. She rakes a hand through her hair, sighing "I'm sorry. I really am, but-" "There's a but?!" "Yes. Maybe if you'd talk to me more-" "Talk to you more? Are you for-fucking-real right now?" I shout. "Fucking yes! Yes I am for-fucking-real! Why didn't you just tell me earlier?!" She screams, "Because I knew you'd get fucking hurt, but, obviously not." "Why would I be hurt?! I'm not the one who got cheated on! Stop babying me, Marceline! Christ!" I sit in silence as she leaves, slamming the door behind her.