A day had passed since the incident with Bonnibel, I felt hesitation run through my body as I stood behind the door to my classroom. Class had commenced nearly an hour ago, I could even hear the teacher beginning to start, what I could only assume, was a lecture. Sweat began to form on my brow as I imagined the amount of attention I would receive upon entering. Especially from her.

I breathed out deeply, trying to calm myself from my overactive imagination.

"Relax, relax..."

I reached my hand out and clasped the door handle, my arm was shaking slightly and sweat was becoming more evident on my forehead.
I pulled my hand back quickly, it was as if the door handle suddenly gave me an electric shock.

A chuckle escaped my lips as I thought about how stupid I must look, I leaned forward and rested my head on the door in front of me. I sighed in annoyance at my own cowardice.

'Why am I so nervous all of a sudden? All I can think about... is her... Why her? I don't even know her, I don't know anything other than her name. Then why do I feel this way? This isn't right, this can't be love. Love takes time, I already have someone I love... Ash... But he doesn't make me feel the same as Bonnie does... So then what is this feeling?'

The handle on the other side of the door could be heard being turned, I quickly retracted my head from the door whilst also struggling to keep my balance.
My eyes widened in surprise, it was that blonde girl Bonnibel sat next to the other day. I wouldn't be surprised if they were doing the same today.

"Oh, it's Marceline."

She spoke aloud, alerting everyone in the class as well as the teacher. I watched as almost in sync the entire class leaned forward to catch a glimpse of me standing at the door.
"Well as long as you are here, take a seat Marceline."

The teacher resumed writing in the chalkboard and started reading aloud, continuing her lecture.
I eyed the blonde girl who was still looking at me. A scowl imprinted itself on my face as I stared her down, growling under my breath.
As expected, she cowered under my gaze, shrinking back slightly looking very uncomfortable.
It was then my eyes had caught sight of her. Bonnibel.

In that split second, I had forgotten about everything around me as my mind seemed to drawn a blank. The world felt like it had stopped, my heart began to race and my knees felt as though they would give out at any second.
I could see clearly that she was eyeing me from the corner of her eyes.

I smirked upon seeing her notice me, it's as if I took some sort of satisfaction from getting her attention. I pushed passed the blonde girl, she stumbled backwards from the amount of force I had used.
With an undeniable smirk planted on my face, I waltzed over to the desk Bonnibel was situated at and sat down on the empty seat next to her. I leaned back on my chair, placing my hands behind my head, which no doubt made me look arrogant.
I saw from the corner of her eye how she watched my every move, seemingly nervous.
"Marceline?"

It sounded stern, unlike her usual dreamy voice. I wasn't sure if she was staring at me as I had my eyes closed.

"Hmm?"

"... That seat is occupied."

I sneered, whilst also emitting a small chuckle under my breath.

"Like I care."

The room instantly filled with silence.

I cocked my head to the side, her eyes instantly met mine in an intense stare. I could see the hurt expression on her face, and truthfully, it hurt me to see her upset.

"..."

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Acting like what princess?"

I received no response, instead she turned her attention the teacher, who was having difficulty continuing with her lecture.
Was she ignoring me?
My eyebrows knitted together as a scowl once more found its way in my face.
I roughly grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of her chair, despite her protests I stormed out of the classroom with her in tow.
I didn't know what I was doing or where I had intended to go, but I need to be alone with her. I wanted her to pay attention to me, to look at me, I wanted her.
"Marceline! Stop! Let go! I'll have you know this is highly unorthodox!"

I turned on my heels so I was face to face with her, I could see her lips moving and could feel her struggling . Yet all that ran through my mind was how her body felt pressed against mine.

I roughly pushed her to wall, once more my body acted on its own accord. I dove my hands into her luscious pink hair, letting the stands run through my fingers.

She stood frozen, her previous protests had been replaced by silence.

"Bonnie..."

Slowly, my finger began to trace the outline of her jaw, her skin felt so smooth. I let out a sigh in contempt as my finger glided across her skin. I felt her shiver against my body, yet she put up no resistance.

I rested my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling together. My hands never left her body as they glided down to rest on her hips.

Her lips began to tremble as she opened them slightly.
"Marceline..." She barely breathed out.

A strange feeling surged through me and I felt a fluttery sensation build up in the pit of my stomach.
I wrapped my arms around her, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
"Hhm?" I hummed

I could hear her swallow as she tried to choke out her next words.

"...T-This... This..."

I smirked, seeing her flustered was absolutely adorable.

"..."

"... IS TOO DISTASTEFUL!"

Before I knew it I was roughly pushed away by the pink haired girl, all I could manage to do was watch as she stormed off out of sight. I just stood there bewildered, taking in what just happened.
Honestly, I had not anticipated a rejection.

Hey, Imma back. But don't expect chapters updated too quickly because I'm working on like six other stories plus assignments are bombarding me left right and center. I hope you like this chapter, some marceline bubblegum fluff action for you~ 3