Sorry if this chapter is a bad one.

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11. Lord Tubbington.

Blaine asked me after I was myself again why I got high in the first place. I told him about my grades and how that worried me a lot. He assured me with a small smile, "It's just three bad grades. You still have plenty of time to get grades better. Just please don't handle it this way Marley. Getting high will only give you more trouble."

"Don't tell my Mom, please?" I begged as I used my hands to hold onto his left wrist.

"I won't. Promise you just won't get like this again. Okay?"

"Okay."

"But what was with the cigarettes though? Did Brett offer a cigarette, or any of those kids?" I shook my head. "Good, don't even start. It's just as bad as weed."

He made me promise to not smoke pot weed again, but never a cigarette. His exact words were 'Don't even start' and since I had started before that, I could smoke a cigarette.

Later that night I tried to look for some, but was empty. Crap. All I has was weed that someone snuck in my backpack and left a note for me. It wasn't Lark's writing though, Zandra's I think. I sniffed it and put it away. That helped a little.

I had found a new place for New Direction's to practice singing even though Glee was over for the year. It was in the courtyard lunch area, the same one that had a purple piano one year and I guess while Blaine was trying to dance The Carlton Dance Santana and the other cheerleaders, minus Brittany, had put the purple piano on fire. Finn liked the idea and so did everyone else after Finn wrote an email to everyone saying how we should all stay together in Glee club even though there is no Glee classroom to practice in or that Glee club is over.

Tina, of course, bitched about it after two days. Complaining about the bitter cold and having to wear extra layers just to keep warm. She didn't say my name directly but the way she spoke she made it clear it was my fault that we were here.

Fuck off Tina. I though.

I sat at lunch with the others as it was too snowy to go out there. I wondered where Stoner Brett went to get high? Maybe the school basement? I didn't touch my spaghetti and meatballs which Ryder noticed.

"Are you not hungry Marley?" He asked.

"Not really," I said. I actually wanted a cigarette. "Do you have change on you? I'm sorry to ask, but I want a cookie."

Ryder nodded and dug into his pocket to get me some change for the cookie. He handed me a five and said to get one for everyone at the table. I nodded and went up to the line to get food. Brittany came out of the line with her food and came up to me.

"Hey Marley, is it okay I put Lord Tubbington in your locker?" She asked. "My locker is filled with too much stuff so I put him inside. He was lonely today. He won't eat anything I promise."

"Um sure." I told her. I had nothing in my lockers anyways besides old notebooks. I haven't used my locker in a month anyways as I could carry all my materials either in my arms or in my backpack.

"Great thanks." Brittany smiled.

Glee Club continued outside. Finn said that we could stay until a half hour after the sun settled, then could go home. We lined up to rehearse a Christmas song when Sam pointed out Brittany wasn't here. And just on cue Brittany came out of the doors with Lord Tubbington in her arms. She looked a little worried.

"What's wrong Brittany?" Mr. Schue asked her.

"I have to miss Glee today Mr. Schue. Lord Tubbington is sick and I don't know why he's sick." Brittany told him. "Last time I saw him this sick he ate too much marijuana."

"Why is there pot in your locker?" Kitty asked.

"No, he was't in my locker. He was in Marley's locker. But I checked her locker before and after I put him in there and there was nothing in her locker before."

That's when it hit me. One of the stoner kids asked me to hold some weed for them and I put it in a small bag and placed that in a brown paper bag and shoved it to the back of my locker. I felt terrible now for Brittany her her cat. I felt like going with her, but how without being suspicious?

"He might of eaten some old tuna salad I had in my locker," I said. "Sometimes I don't like the lunch I bring, to save money from buying food, so I shove it in the back. There was probably an egg salad too."

"But Lord Tubbington only eats chocolate bars," Brittany said.

"Maybe he was starving and desperate?" I asked so stupidly. She'd never fall for that...then again it's Brittany.

"Good point." Brittany said. She turned back to Mr. Schue and asked, "Can I go?"

"Sure."

"Mr Schue, since it's my locker he got sick from can I go with her?" I asked. He nodded.

We arrived at the vet's office and within twenty minutes Lord Tubbington was taken in. I felt my hands shaking uncontrollably thinking that if he got sick from the drugs, it'd be my fault because I was stupid to leave them inside of my locker. Brittany chewed her her fingernails and tapped her foot against the chair.

"Brittany I'm really sorry," I said.

"No it's fine, maybe he just needed a check up and did anything to come here." She smiled warmly at me.

I tried to tell her again but then the doctor came in carrying the large cat in his arms. Lord Tubbington still looked the same, but Brittany's actions of happiness made me think she saw him as better.

"Lord Tubbington, is he okay?" Brittany asked as she took him back in her arms. "Did he eat a bad tuna?"

"No Brittany, Lord Tubbington is addicted to Mary-Jane again," He told her.

"But Lord Tubbington is still in love with Mr. Puss." Brittany told him. "Unless there was weed in that locker, but that's impossible because Marley never uses drugs."

My stomach began to churn and twist in too many ways to even describe. I just felt sick and wanted to puke. Not wait, I wanted to smoke a cigarette.

Brittany had Lord Tubbington face her and she said to him, "I am not speaking to you again. You need to stop eating pot and getting high. And do not ever sneak out of someone's locker and go to Stoner Brad again, okay?"

"Britt, I'm sorry."

"No, don' worry." She smiled warmly. "Lord Tubbington has been taking drugs for years now. He's been off for a few months but I guess he just got back into it again."

When I got home that night I was alone in my room. I seriously felt terrible that Lord Tubbington got sick.

God I wanted a cigarette.