Emo Marinette sighed softly to herself as the teacher went on and on about some war that happened in the early 1900's.

But even if History wasn't one of her favorite classes, she was at least somewhat grateful that it was her last class of the day.

About 35 minutes or so later, the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day had finally come. Upon hearing the loud ringing sound, many of the students dashed out of the room so fast that Emo Marinette wasn't sure what to think.

With a heavy sigh, the pigtailed bluenette packed up her things in her backpack before hoisting it higher on her shoulders before making her way out of the classroom.

As she was making her way toward the front doors of the school, Emo Marinette is stopped by a familiar girl in black intercepting her path.

The pigtailed bluenette just crossed her arms and gave the other girl a slightly irritated look. "Can I help you with something?" Her tone comes out a bit harsh but she really just wants to go home and sleep.

"Have fun your date Nettie, oh and by the way. I thought you should know that I gave you darling girlfriend a very very heavily-bailed threat working her what would happen to her if she broke your heart." Emo Marinette snorted at that bit gave her best friend a foxy grin in response to her statement.

FLASHBACK

Wednesday's caramel-brown eyes stare right through her entire soul and the ravenette meets her gaze and gives the half Chinese girl a small smirk.

"So, Miss Juleka Couffaine, I heard a llittle rumor circulating around the school that you want to ask Mar out on a date, am I correct in my assumption?" Wednessday's tone sounded about happy as a brick wall. But despite this, her dark eyes zeroed on Juleka with a murderous gaze.

Now all things considered, Juleka, being a fellow goth girl herself, wasn't scared of many things. But right now, the purple-haired girly pure and utter terror fill her bones as Wednesday continued to speak to her, albeit with at soul-sucking stare more dangerous then before still showing on her face.

Wednesday walked closer and closer toward the taller girl, her brown eyes never staying from the taller girls petrified gays. "Do you understand?" Her voice is as cold as the Arctic Ocean when she finally speaks again.

All the purple-haired goth girl could do was nod her head numbly in response while squeaking out a barely audible "Y-yes, yes I understand you A perfectly Miss Adams." nd with that she turned away from the other girl and dashed away from her like the hounds of hell themselves were chasing her.

END FLASHBACK

Emo Marinette just stared blankly ahead of her, her bluebell eyes gleaming like frigid icicles as she awaited to see what Wednesday would say next.

"I will be watching you two from a hide vantage point, but I will still be nearby if you need me." Wednesday spoke up, her tone making it pretty clear what she was asking for.

Carmel-brown eyes caked with heavy mascara scan around the tree trunks. Snapping her fingers, her bluebell eyes glare at her smug smirk.

"Go get her. Oh and don't forget, you owe me one." Wednesday blows a mocking kiss to her best friend, who just scoffed in return and crosses her arms over her chest.

"IOh shut your trap Adams!" She bites out while turning an icy glare toward her companion. "I'll be back later. Don't do anything too violent without me!" She gives her a wink before turning away and heading deeper into the woods.

Sharp ruby-red eyes widen as he approaches her."Hello Nettie, I'm glad you were able to meet me here tonight."

Bluebell eyes golden slightly in the moonlight and two pale gloves hands reach down and two pairs of lips come crashing against one another.

A bright red blush paints both of their faces like a sunset as they pull away to gaze lovingly into each other's eyes.

"I love you so much my little purple gem."

"And as do Iu My Lady."

"Show me how much you love me my pet." Juleka giggles as Marinette pulls her closer and their lips lock together for another passionate show of affection.

Wednesday chuckles dryly, arms crossed over her chest while leaning against the tree bark. "Way to go my dark little Marian." She whispers into the chilly autumn breeze that bursts from her mouth in a puff of white air.