AT High

Chapter 12: Bad Little Boy

I dream. Dream of a Boy. A boy who's skin is as blue and as soft as a baby boys blanket. His eyes as compelling as a bright light to a fly. His hair as black as night. And his teeth as sharp as knives.

Before the image is connected I feel a violent shaking. My eyes shoot open to see Marshal in my face and my ears start to tune in.

"Fionna get up!!!" He said in a rushed voice.

"I'm up, I'm up!" I said rubbing my eyes.

"We're going to be late so hurry up and change into something. Something more...non school girl" he said looking me up and down.

I almost forgot about the concert!

The same thing repeats in my head as if it were a broken record. "Gotta look good, gotta look good..."

I rush to my closet and pull out the first two things that I saw I quickly put on, out of sight from marshal of course.
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Intermission ~>
Outfit:
• A black dress - mushroom bottom and tight bodes with a leather corset and a puffy top ( above the leather ).
• Black Hightops - Vans
• Black Leather Jacket
• Black Hoop Earings
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Stepping into view I look down then up at him.

"Better?" I ask, twisting left to right.

"Much." He said smirking, looking up and down as he did before. "Now hurry up and let's go!"

Twirling his guitar onto his back he opened the door and headed for the stairs while I followed him.

Once we reached the parking lot he jumps onto his motorcycle taking off a helmet and putting it into my head before he puts his on. He revs the engine and I quickly get in the back. My hands wander, wondering where i should put them since I'm to embarrassed to think straight.

With a quick movement and a tug of my arms Marshal raps them around his stomach and locks them together.

"Can't have you going and getting hurt now can we?" His words made my smile and my heart jump with flatter.

"Then I'd have to cancel the show." He added putting frustration into the mix.

I punch him and he just chuckles and starts to drive. I lean my head on his back do to my growing tiredness. His cool body cools me down and my arms lock up. I'm stiff as a board until we arrive and I have to pry myself off him.

The place we arrived wasn't to "fancy" but wasn't to "thuggish" either. It was a modern looking place, an abandoned ship building and a loading bay in the back which is where the concert would be held. But while I got caught up in the view, Marshal took my hand and began pulling me along to the rest of the band. Introducing me he states that he hasn't actually heard me sing so lower my mic, which, makes me blow a gasket. I roll my eyes and sit off stage while they jam out all the while I'm also looking for Justin.

In the near distance I see the swaying of bright red hair and smile, knowing its him. But of course, he doesn't notice me. Soon after the song ends Marshal steps off the stage setting up my mic.

"Y'know...," I began. "I'm actually NOT a bad singer. I can hold up my end without you having to lower my mic." My frustration beginning to show.

"I know your not. I wrote this song specifically for you." The shock almost over whelms me. A song...written for me? No way.

Before I can't start he turns the mic on and the band begins to play in a slow tempo. And so it begins~

Marshal hops up on stage swiftly, ladies in the audience "whooing".

"Good little girl, always picking a fight with
me. You know that I'm bad, but you're spending the night
with me. Why do you run from my world? You're a good
little girl~" That's my q~

"Bad little boy, that's what you're acting like. I
really don't buy that you're that kind of guy. And if you
are why do you want to hang out with me?" I sing slowing walking into the stage standing across from Marshal.

The verses roll by until we finally reach the end~
"-speaks- Don't you know I'm a villain?
Every night I'm out killin', sendin' everyone runnin'
like children. I know why you're mad at me. I've got
demon eyes and they're lookin' right through your
anatomy, into your deepest fears. Baby, I'm not from
here. I'm from the Nightosphere. To me you're clear,
transparent. You've got a thing for me girl. It's
apparent."

But as he finished the bad walked over to me and stood over me staring into my eyes and mine in his. I smiled and quickly looked away tucking my hair behind my ear and exiting the stage.

I could here Marshal following closely behind me. Once I was off I picked up the pace and went to the other side of the building where the sound was very muffled. Stoping, he grabs my wrist and turns around and-

TO BE CONTINUED ~ Love, Anticipation

Ok so I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry! I haven't updated in SUCH a long time and I come back to figure out 1.18k people have read it, I mean holy shit. I REALLY hope you enjoy this chapter and sorry for having such a cliff hanger but how else will you read it XD But besides the point THANK YOU ALL!