Oh. mer. gerd. I have no idea where this story is going. I just write it as I go along now. ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ)

Thankyou for all the lovely reviews, it really encourages me to continue this story. (hint hint)

So yeah, I started writing a third chapter for this, it was about 1000 words, but when I read it over... I sucked so much! So I had to start again from scratch. ಢ_ಢ (It takes me ages and ages to write like 1000 words, half the time I don't even know what I'm doing)

Thankyou again for reading.

Saranghae

Marceline opened the door to her classroom, she tried to make it sound as loud as possible to let people know she had arrived. The desired affect was instantaneous, all eyes were her as she practically strutted through the class. She made her way to her usual seat which was at the very back of the classroom. Marceline was half expecting Bonnibel to be seated where she was the day before, much to her dismay, that particular seat happened to be vacant. A subtle frown placed itself onto Marceline's face, she moved to her seat at the back of the classroom, quickly glancing around with a particular person in mind.
It was only when Marceline was seated that she scanned the room, and as luck would have it she found who she was looking for. Unfortunately, Bonnibel was seated at the front of the classroom, in a seat that was closest to the window. Next to her was another girl with bleach blonde hair and very extravagant multicoloured clothing.
They seemed to be in a very engaging conversation, for Bonnibel had not acknowledged Marceline's presence. They both broke out into giggles, after the other girl whispered something into Bonnibel's ear.
Marceline, who was too caught up in watching the two girl's converse, had not noticed a large majority of the class was watching her. The people watching Marceline focused their attention on the two girls, and then returned their attention back to Marceline. All were quizzical, most people thought it was because Marceline and Bonnibel were on bad terms since the incident that happened earlier in the morning. If only that were true.

Still observing the two, the expression her face turned quickly into a frown as she growled menacingly under her breath. The blonde girl held Bonnibel closer to her as she continued to whisper into her ear. Marceline could clearly see the blush that formed on Bonnibel's face as the girl continued to close the distance between them.
Marceline felt a heavy weight at the bottom of her stomach, it was an uncomfortable feeling that soon spread to her chest. She turned her gaze away from the pair, finding her desk more interesting. She cupped her flushed cheeks, as she stole one last glance at the couple.

'Oh, I feel sick.'

Marceline harshly dropped her head to her desk, causing searing pain to form in her head. Though it hurt, nothing could compare to the pain she was feeling in her stomach.

Marceline had had enough. She made the decision that she would go home, she wasn't feeling like she could put up with the day. Not feeling the way she did now. 'Must have caught a stomach bug or something...' Marceline placed her hands on her desk to push herself up, as she did, something caught the corner of her eye. Turning her head, she came face to face with pink haired girl, who was sitting in the chair next to Marceline.
As soon as she processed who it was, Marceline felt her stomach churn.
Bonnibel leaned in close to Marceline, to whisper something to her. However, Marceline was feeling extremely unfocused, and whatever it was Bonnibel said to her just ended up as a puddle of words in her head. "What?" Marceline exaggerated by cupping the outside of her ear, smirking as if trying to imitate an old woman.
Bonnibel blinked at the taller girl, she slowly tore her eyes off Marceline's face. She moved her attention to another part of the girl, her legs. He eyes lingered for brief period of time before she made the next move. Bonnibel hesitated slightly before she leaned in closer. She gently placed her hand on Marceline's thigh to keep herself balanced. Marceline could feel Bonnibel's cheek brush against her own, electricity ran through her spine from the simple touch. Their faces were so close they could feel the heat radiating off each other. Bonnibel had began to whisper, her breath tickled Marceline's earlobe. It was a simple yet bold gesture.
"I said; you don't look very healthy. Are you feeling alright?"

Marceline was shocked by the girl's actions, to say in the least.

Bonnibel pulled her face away showing the pink hue that was visibly tinted her cheeks. She kept her head lowered and her gaze on her hands, clearly too embarrassed to look Marceline in the eye after the audacious action she had just preformed.

Marceline stared intensely at the pink haired girl, her mouth slightly agape. Trying to distract herself quickly, Marceline ran her fingers through her hair several times.
Bonnibel shyly lifted her eyes to meet Marceline's. She mouthed the words 'so?' obviously wanting an answer to her previous question. Marceline opened her mouth to speak, but just as she was about to, her stomach clenched. By instinct, Marceline covered her mouth in case something decided to force its way out.

Bonnibel looked at Marceline with concern, she brought her hands up to carefully hold Marceline's shoulders, sliding her hands up and down her arm trying to soothe the taller girl.
Marceline braced herself, she tightly closed her eyes, feeling something coming up from her stomach.

She breathed in deeply. Then all of a sudden, she released a soft mewl.

"..."

Marceline sprung her eyes open. 'Was that me?' She felt the whole classroom go dead silent. She hesitantly looked around and found that every pair of eyes in the room was focused on her. Even the teacher, who was in the middle of lecture, looked as though she had just witnessed something she shouldn't have. Marceline instantly turned crimson, stuttering for words that would help her in some small way.
Marceline soon heard the sound of the chair next to her being cast aside as the person sitting on it stood up. "Excuse me miss, but Marceline is feeling rather unwell. Would it be acceptable if I accompanied her to the nurse's office?"

"I don't see why not, she does look more pale than usual."

Bonnibel proceeded to seize a semi-conscious Marceline from her seat, leading her by her arm to the door of the classroom. Once they were on the other side of the door, Bonnibel took Marceline's hands in hers and looked her directly in the eye. "How bad is it? Do you feel dizzy or nauseous?"
Marceline recoiled from her touch.

"I can make it to the nurse's office on my own, you can head back inside." Marceline gestured towards the door of the classroom.

"I'd much rather I went with you."

"Well, I'd rather you not."

Bonnibel was taken-aback, never before had Marceline disregarded her so nonchalantly.
"Why is it a problem?"

Marceline was feeling frustrated, flushed and sick, but most of all frustrated.

"Look, I just want to be alone. Too much has already happened in less than an hour."

There was an uncomfortable silence that filled the air. Bonnibel couldn't look Marceline in the eyes, instead she just stood shyly trying to find something else to focus on. Marceline had stood for as long as she was going to, she turned her back on Bonnibel and started walking away.

"H-hey, you're going to the nurse's office...right?"

What will happen? I really don't know either...