Chapter 2

November 24, 2013, Oorlaan, California

~~ Marceline's POV ~~

After I took my seat in the back of the room, I pulled out a notepad and absent-mindedly scribbled in it. Sometimes, I just liked to scribble around without watching, and other times I like to pour my emotions out into what I draw. As I scribbled, I began to get that feeling… you know, that feeling? The feeling you get when being watched? Well, yes, I was getting that feeling.

I turned my gaze to near the front of the room where I caught that same red-haired boy, the one that had been beaten pretty badly in the hallways. Apparently, he had the wind knocked out of him, and his nose got broken, pretty pathetic for the star football player.

Anyways, his blue eyes gazed back at me with a mixed look of confusion and interest on his pink-tinted face. I raised an eyebrow, which I think caused him to come back to reality, for he turned back to the front board and didn't show any sign of interest.

I shrugged and continued doodling before the bell of 4th period would ring. Why would that boy be staring at me anyways? I was ugly, ugly and depressed.

I sighed, blowing a stray black strand of hair from my face, as Mr. Petrikov, or Simon, my godfather walked in. He wore his neat blue suit and black tie, with black dress shoes. I usually wondered if he ever wore casual.

As always, Simon stepped up to his pedestal, placing both hands at the sides before addressing us. "Good morning students," he greeted us warmly, resulting in the whole class greeting him back. He pushed his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose before clearing his throat. "Today, we're going to study Adolf Hitler, and how the Nazis persecuted Jews."

I sighed, another boring lesson. Don't get me wrong, it was tragic that Hitler killed all those Jews, but this was the same lesson I had learned over a billion times. You'll figure out how later.

"Let's turn to page three-hundred seventy-seven in our textbooks, please," Simon requested, pulling out his teacher's edition of the History textbook. I turned to the right page, and placed my chin in my hands as I prepared for the longest lesson ever.

~~ Forty-five minutes later ~~

"Matt, would you please-" Simon began before being 'rudely' interrupted by, to my relief, the bell. "Oh dear, it seems we have ran out of time class, well I hope you all have a good weekend, and I will see you Monday," Simon said goodbye, as we left the room. The hallway was flooded with students, all chatting about who knows what.

I quickly went to my locker to avoid the annoying group of drama girls that always camped in my area. Too late… they were already all there.

"Oh my glob, " the worst gossiper of them all, Ellen, or LSP as she likes to be called, began, "Did you catch Gabe staring at Marceline in class? I think he likes her."

Hearing this, I rolled my eyes. It didn't really bother me much anymore that I was constantly being talked about. I was already used to it. The best thing to do was just to ignore gossip and focus.

One of LSP's friends, Torta, weird name, I know, put a finger over her mouth, "Shh, here she comes!"

I ignored the annoying girls, as I opened up my locker and pulled out the necessary books, and slid some of my textbooks for my morning classes back in.

I noticed that the area started getting quieter and quieter. I turned my head to see why, and I noticed the gossip girls were leaving. Thank God, I let out a relieved sigh. I finished my locker-break or locker whatever, and started on my way to 5th period. We still had like five more hours here, so I had to brace myself…

~~ Gabe's POV ~~

My eyes scanned the locker area, making sure that there was no danger. I had been keeping my guard up ever since the incident…

My younger counterpart noticed this, and gave me a sharp nudge in the ribs, unaware I was still sore from the punches. I put a hand over my side, gritting my teeth from the pain, and glared at my sister. "What was that for?" I tried to keep from snarling.

She was taken aback by my nasty reply, "Sorry, I forgot you were still sore there," she whined, she pleaded with me to forgive her.

Putting a hand to my forehead, I sighed, "Alright…"

As we silently operated our lockers, the pain from my ribs slowly ebbed away. I sighed in relief, putting a hand over them and feeling the bandages. Those boys sure had gotten me good.

"Seeya Bonnie," I waved to my sister as she headed to her next period. She waved back with a nervous look before running off. Had I really upset her that much? Just by…. What, yelling? Sure, she was sensitive, but not this sensitive.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and made a mental note to go apologize after 7th period. I headed to my next class, holding my free hand protectively over my side to prevent it from being elbowed by any of the roughhousing students. Luckily, I experienced none of that.

I finally sat down in my desk in the first row of the desks in the classroom, taking out the materials I would need for this class. I took out my Biology textbook, not feeling in the mood to do work.

~~ Later ~~

The bell rung, and Mrs. Chandler called us up by rows to turn in our papers. I left quickly, wanting to get a quick route to my next class before the large mob of students appeared. I waited outside the classroom, and I felt an unknown presence behind me.

I turned around to investigate, and there she stood, ebony-hair, piercing brown eyes, and pale skin. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach, as fear gripped my sides. She was terrifying.

There were all sorts of rumors about Marceline Abadeer. Some thought the cause of her paleness was because she was a vampire, which I highly doubted. Sometimes though, I would catch a bit of red swirling in those vast brown orbs, but every time I keep telling myself that's just bloodshot in her eyes.

What makes her so sleep deprived anyways? And why do I get this natural instinct to not get in this girl's way? She usually keeps to herself, and doesn't mind anyone else except Mr. Petrikov.

She stared back at me, those dark eyes piercing into mine. I gulped, and felt my temperature rising, as a tint of scarlet approached my cheeks. "Umm, hi?" I turned away, grasping my backpack with both my hands.

It took her a while to acknowledge me, so I decided she wasn't going to. At the very last minute she replied, "Hey…"

I looked back at her. She was about my height, 5'9, which is pretty incredible for a girl. "New to chemistry?" I asked, trying to laugh to reduce my level of nervousness, but failed ultimately.

She nodded hastily. Shy one she was. "I got transferred," she sighed. Unsuspecting too.

I nodded before averting my gaze back to the room we entered, as the teacher allowed us to come in. I sat in my usual spot, in the front of the room. My fears were confirmed true as Marceline sat next to me.

Inhaling sharply I reminded myself, Make an effort gum-brain, she doesn't seem too bad. I gave her a nervous nod of greeting, although we had barely had a conversation moments ago in the hallway. She nodded back, her eyes didn't seem so piercing. In fact, she looked… very beautiful actually. Wait… what am I doing? Get a grip on yourself Gabe, I told myself.

"Alright class, I would like you to find a partner and begin work on the study questions together. After that you may copy the notes down from the board and once everyone is ready, we will begin the lesson," Mr. Alberto instructed us.

If it hadn't been for Marceline transferring, I would've gone and chose Jake as my partner, but I didn't want to leave Marceline to herself.

I held out a hand, "Partners?" I asked her.

She seemed a bit hesitant at first, but when I gave her a warm, but nervous smile, she shook it, her cold hands meeting my warm ones. "Partners," she sighed, seeming as if the whole agreement thing was childish, which I have to say, is. I just wanted to let her know that I was friendly. I will give her a chance. I will make an effort to become her friend.

When we got our sheets, Marceline scanned her paper before sighing, "I haven't learned this before."

I shrugged, "That's alright, I know all of this. It's pretty basic once you know the methods," and then we worked, with me helping her. Once we had finished, like the gentleman I was, turned hers and my own papers in. It was then that she smiled for the first time and thanked me.

My eyes widened in disbelief, and I tried to hide my shock.

"What?" she asked, her smile uncurling back into a thoughtful frown.

I shook my head, "Nothing…"

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~~ Yours Truly ~~

~~ Ziggywolf12 ~~