the smell of rain lingers in the air. puddles of the remaining water from last nights storm splashes all over marina when a black lexus whizzes past her. it wasn't her choice to walk to school, but her aunt and uncle whom she lives with had to work early shifts at the hospital.
"fuck." she whispers to herself as the muddy rain water gets on her black docmartins, new ones to be exact. she got them from luke, her best friend.
they were a 'spring is coming!' gift. he likes to celebrate every upcoming season with presents and food. marina still doesn't know why she's friends with that dork.
the clouds covered the sky, no ounce of sunlight was breaking through. but people in williams, illinois didn't mind. it always rained here, they were used to it.
she didn't live too far away from school, so by the time marina arrived on campus, her shoes were still wet. people gave her funny looks as she walked into williams high school, the soaking shoes squeaking as she stumbled into the main entrance.
students crowded the halls, jocks and cheerleaders hand in hand, burn outs in different corners flipping random people off and hurrying freshman rushing to their classes. now that marina was a junior, she knew better than to run. because if you do, you'll end up running into cheerleaders. and cheerleaders will make your life a living hell.
michael and luke sit by marina's locker, waiting for their third musketeer to arrive at the old, creaky locker. she approaches her friends, giving them a crooked smile.
"marina! finally...you're here." the silver and blue haired lad stands up, brushing the imaginary dirt off the bottom of his jeans. he towers over the short girl, giving her a bear hug.
"mike, i saw you last week." she looked at him dubiously, eyeing michael. he was wearing a plaid shirt with a jean jacket, blue jeans and vans. and none of it matched. she sighed, shoving him away. marina really needs to knock some fashion sense into him.
"hi lucas." marina smirks at him, giving him a punch on the shoulder. they've been friends the longest in the trio. when marina moved in with her aunt and uncle when she was 5, luke was the first kid in the apartment complex to make friends with her. michael moved to williams in the 6th grade. he was this dorky little nerd and he somehow ended up being friends with the weirdest kids in the school.
luke fake pouts. "that hurt, you stupid butthole." but his mood suddenly shifts as he grins, picking her up in a hug and spins her around.
marina giggles. a lot of people think that they're in a relationship, but the pair can't even stand the thought of kissing one another. "get to class, guys. i'll meet up with you at lunch."
"you're just excited to see calum!" michael points out, and luke agrees. calum hood was single-handedly the most attractive jock in their school. and marina's crush since the 8th grade.
he once asked for a pencil, and since then her heart has been set on the tan soccer player. too bad he already has a girlfriend. plus, he would never like a sad, 90's band obsessed girl who likes to go on long car rides with her best friend.
she rolls her eyes at them, throwing her backpack into her locker, then taking out a sketchbook and pencil.
it was the only supplies needed for art class, and she enjoyed it because you didn't need to carry a 10 pound textbook or have to be able to run a mile in under 15 minutes.
marina bids her only friends a goodbye, turning on her heel to walk towards art. the worst thing about having art for first hour is that it's shortest class, and she wishes she could take it all day.
the bright orange room lays at the end of the performing arts wing, because they had no where else to put the class that the least amount of students take.
marina doesn't know why it made her happy. maybe it's the way the large window is in the front of the room, or the way calum sits only two seats behind her or how she was the teachers favorite. it could also just be the fact that art is the only class that you don't need to turn in homework for.
as she enters the large room, most of the class is already sitting in their assigned seats, which is a first. she was the very first table, each desk containing space for two metal stools. but no one sits next to marina, they're too afraid to even go up and talk to her.
slowly marina trudges over to her seat, her now dry shoes scrapping the floor at she walked. mrs. ambers clasps her hands together, pacing back and forth in the room.
"hello class! how was your weekends?" the curly haired teacher smiles adoringly at the kids, sitting atop her desk.
this was usually how she started class, asking about their weekends or how they slept the night before, etc. but marina usually drifts out of the group conversations with the teacher. she'd much rather be drawing a sunset or sketching a picture of her favorite band, green day. marina sighs and pulls out her phone, checking her reflection on the black surface. suddenly, the iphone buzzes rapidly.
mikey the stupid person:
hi hi hi how's calum? ;)
mikey the stupid person:
answer me you bitch
mikey the stupid person:
MARinA!!!!!! text me back
marina giggles, about to reply when there's a loud knock at the door. the class goes silent, stopping all conversation about how they either went shopping, to a party or stayed at home and watched tv all day.
mrs. ambers hesitantly opens the door, only to reveal a tall boy with golden waves of hair.
"uh, this is art? i'm ashton. ashton irwin." he has a deep voice, one that could make panties drop in a second.
"why yes, it is. i'm mrs. ambers. you must be new?" she asks, leading the boy to the empty seat next to marina.
"yeah, i am." he shrugs, sitting down and opening up his navy blue backpack to take out art supplies.
the teacher gives a tight lipped smile. "i'm sure our dear friend marina will show you around the classroom. won't you?" she turns her attention to the grey eyed girl, and marina's eyes widen.
marina bits her lip. "y-yeah. sure. uh okay." she stutters, something that happens when she's nervous.
"great!" mrs. ambers claps, returning to the spot on her desk and her conversation with the class.
he's gorgeous. beyond gorgeous. and marina? she was less than perfect. well, to herself...that's all she saw. unruly, long brown hair, light grey eyes and plump lips. and that's not even taken in consideration when you notice how short she is with curves.
"well, hi. i guess." he blurts out, his long fingers grasping the edge of her flannel. ashton traces the button on the cuff with his index finger.
"oh. hey." marina takes his hand off her, letting it drop onto the desk. he was too touchy feely.
ashton gives her a smile. "so...i like your style. ripped jeans and combat boots all the way."
marina laughs, "thanks." the tiny girl was never the one to relieve compliments. not to this extent.
"yeah. well, any who, i'm ashton and i like writing in journals, sex and listening to rock music. you?" he puts out his large hand to shake.
"i'm marina. i enjoy thunder storms, green day and french kissing. it's nice to meet you." she shakes his hand, biting her lower lip in the process.
mrs. ambers slaps a ruler on her desk, trying to get the classes attention. "this weeks focus is shading. you'll be drawing the person next to you. in order to receive a good grade, you must use three different techniques. good luck!"
"well then babe, looks like we got work to do." ashton smirks, drumming his pencil on the desk and flipping open his sketchbook.
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what even was this its utter crap but it's gonna be cool
call me the queen of creating new books that i end up deleting or never finish :-----)
love you guys, hope you enjoy!
- lex
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delicate :: a.i
Fanfiction"i'll be careful with you. you seem...fragile." "don't worry, ashton. i'm not that delicate. i've had my heart broken many times." -- DISCLAIMER: contains smut, crude language and talk of disorder.
