A soft gust of wind from the above ceiling fan, briefly cooled the heat emitting from upon my face. I watched as in one circular motion the fan rocked slightly, causing a break in the steady flow or air. Breathing in, the state of the fan seemed only slightly more interesting then the thoughts I had not mere minutes ago. Breathing out, I relaxed and fell deeper into the thick sheets that cushioned my back from that poor excuse for a mattress.
Well, I guess anything can really be uncomfortable when in the right mindset. I tried so very hard, to not think about anything. Its hard when those thoughts are fresh and bombarding my mind. I keep having to tell myself the sun will rise tomorrow and the world will continue to turn. This is not the end of my world, I should be better than this- no wait, I am better than this. She's just a girl, she's not the only one in the world- I just need to pick myself up and move on.

Heavily, hot breath escaped my lips and I let out a chuckle. I mean, in a way it was my fault. It was me that seemed to create this imaginary relationship between the two of us- it was me that initiated every moment of contact and me who who messed up the friendship we could have had.

I don't even know whether to be sad or embarrassed. I'm feeling a lot of both at the moment, maybe I should apologize. I did act incredibly inappropriate, and I doubt I ever could make it up to her.
If I couldn't be the one to hold her close and shower her with my affections, then at least I want to be the one who she can turn to and call a friend. And that would be enough for me.
If only.

I had a feeling she was avoiding me; it could have been the fact I saw hints of pink dart around corners or it could have been that I heard mummers that presented me as a bully out to get her. People had certainly noticed, and I knew then I had to say something.
Perhaps it took time for those things to heal, but surely this was taking it a little too far. People had suddenly suspected me of hurting her in some way. Maybe not in the way they imagined, but it'd somehow felt all the same.
I wasn't sure whether to leave it alone, maybe she expected me to do something or maybe she just wanted me to forget we ever did anything together. She was fickle, I was at a loss.

Earphones were suddenly pulled out of my ears, taking me by surprise I whipped my head around and was faced with a familiar sight.

"Ash, I told you get lost." I groaned. I ripped my earphone from his grasp and returned it to my ear. "What's your damage Mar? Didn't you hear me calling you?"
I started walking again; he followed and walked beside me. "What's your damage?"
He started falling behind as I sped up, but soon he matched me and was at my side again. "Marceline stop acting like a baby! Geez, no wonder you beat up that pink brat, you've got a temper like nobody's business."
I stopped in my tracks. "What?" He stopped suddenly when he had realised I was no longer beside him. He looked confused more moment. "Uh, you've got a temper lik-"
"No." I interrupted. "You said I beat up Bonnibel?" Confusion grew more evident on his face as he stared down at me. "Yeah, I just came to give you props, you know? She was a brat who had it coming.
"What?" We both looked confused as we stared each other down. "Oh my God." I breathed. I turned in my tracks. "Ohmy God, I don't believe it."
Turning back, I pointed an accusing finger at Ash. "Where did you hear that from?"
He heisted momentarily, I pushed further. I stepped forward more until I could feel his breath on my face. "Geez, I don't know. From everybody, it's all I've been hearing this morning. Marceline kicked that pink haired chick ass, Marceline's out to get Bonnie-"
I didn't give him a chance to finish, I sped past him, ignoring the calls he bellowed down the hallway. I felt my face flush in anger, though I knew if it rumoured I'd beat up anyone else I wouldn't have given a care. It infuriated me to no end.

"H-hhey y-you-" Blonde hair flew into my line of sight, and a small kid stood in front of me trembling slightly. "Y-you leave her alone, or I'll...I-I'll-"
I remember that kid, the one that Bonnibel and I met a couple days ago.

"-You'll what kid? Sneeze on me?"
He just stood, his fists clenched so tightly they began to turn white. I was almost comical the way his face turned bright red. I thought about showing him what a real threat was like, but really he was just a kid.
I tried to step past him, but he blocked my way. He stomped his feet on the floor and looked me directly in the eyes.
"I'll mess you up, that's what!" He shouted. I gave him a glare which could have melted right through his head. It took an enormous amount of willpower to not to just topple him over. When I thought about it, I instantly thought about Bonnie. I pictured her face and suddenly I felt more upset than I did mad. It wasn't the kids fault, he thinks he's being a hero by defending his princess.
Suddenly something brought my attention back to the situation, a clenched fist found itself on my shoulder. He had punched me, not very hard, but none the less I couldn't let that slide.
I grabbed fistfuls of his collar and lifted him so his feet were dangling from the ground, I snarled in his face and watched him squirm.
"You don't do that. You don't touch me." His face turned pale as he remained limp in my grasp. I released his collar, he fell to the floor and scrambled away quicker than I'd ever seen anybody try.

I noticed the people that crowded around us and readjusted my jacket, wasting no time I pushed though the mass. I could feel their eyes burning at the back of my head, whether it be fear of pity, I guess I'll never know.
Another rumour will circulate; I had beaten a young junior who tried to stand up for another person I had bullied. Of course people will talk, why wouldn't they?
As I passed them, I noticed a familiar array of colours amount them. I stopped, turned around and watched as she detached from the crowd. I followed in her direction, breaking out into a jog so I could reach her before she vanished.
She was a friend of Bonnibel, I remember her from our classes.
"Hey, Blondie!" I yelled out. When she saw me she turned around and stomped off again. "Hey!" I called out once more. She ignored me this time, walking further away, speeding up so I couldn't catch her.
I had caught up quickly and grabbed her shoulder, the material crumpled under my grasp and she turned around to face me. She glared at me, her stare matched my intensity and we stood silently for a few seconds. "Where is she? And don't act like you don't know who I'm talking about."
She scoffed; a look of disbelief temporarily replaced her glare. "You must be stupid if you'd think I'd tell you. How dare you think you can come ask me that."
She shook her shoulder and I retracted my hand."I'm not trying to hurt her; I just want to see her." I knew she wouldn't believe me, and why should she? She knew nothing of me other than what others had rumoured, in her eyes I was just another bully. "Never mind." I added quickly."Just if you see her, ask her if she would be willing to call me or something."
The blonde girl didn't show any sign of disapproval, so perhaps if I was lucky I would receive a call from Bonnie.
"You really hurt her, you know." I knew. I knew it all too well. "She told me what happened." I tensed up, she wouldn't. She couldn't have, she wouldn't be that insensitive. "She told me you hurt her really bad, I can't believe after all you two could have had you went and fought her like that."
Wait, she didn't know. Oh, thank God. But hang on, I decided to chime in before she spoke further. "She told you I fought her?"

The blonde girl nodded. I took a step back, surprised at her words."And you told people I had?"
She shrugged, breaking off eye contact. "I told one other person, though Bonnibel was the one who was quite vocal about it."
I took a moment to wonder why she would do such a thing, I came up with no explanation. None I liked anyway, in any other scenario she just did it to cause unpleasantness on me.
The blonde girl tuned back and started to walk off. "I'll tell her if I see her, but don't get your hopes up."

She left me standing alone amongst a bustling hallway, thoughts running through my head as I felt a sensation of betrayal and anger which I had never felt before. I breathed in suddenly, like I'd been deprived of air and was now reintroduced to it.
I began to wonder, if she was really worth the effort. That maybe I would be better off if I'd cut all ties from her.
I entertained the idea for a slight moment, though the thought never really left. I always nagged at the back of my head that I should stop now. But I knew I couldn't, I needed to hear her voice again.