Authors note: wow it's been a long while. Not sure how many readers stuck around, but I feel like updating 💁🏽
Fionnas POV;
I tossed my, now soaked, blond hair back and forth after towel drying and brushing it. It fell sloppily and favored the left side of my face.
I stood in my bathroom in my skinny jeans and bra, peering at myself in the mirror. I was up al night contemplating the look Gummy had given me, and the attitude marshal ended up throwing at me...
Needless to say, I got no sleep. I opened the door, my blue shirt in hand. I looked at it, finding the tag as I attempted to pull it over my head.
"That's something I wasn't expecting to see." I heard Marshal snicker to himself in the corner.
I pulled my shirt down quickly, squealing and hiding myself from him. "What the hell?!"
"What?" He asked, arching an eyebrow at me, an irresistibly sexy grin lighting his face. "Aren't you happy to see me?"
I looked around the living room, "Did you break into my house...?"
He waved off my question, "want a ride to school?"
"And if I decline?"
"Then I'll just walk with you..." He gave me a slightly amused look. "We need to talk, so either way..." He stood up from the chair he was sitting in.
With a quick eye roll I grabbed my bag off the table and grabbed an apple, biting it sloppily. "Then I guess you're walking." I muttered over my bite of Apple.
He chuckled in amusement. "Fine. Have it your way, princess." He whispered from behind me, following me out the door.
I went without my hat for the first time in weeks, which was a mistake because the fall air was really starting to set in.
I took another bite of my apple and peered over to see Marshal looking down at me fondly. "Can I help you?" I spat at him.
"That's attractive..." He smirked at me and shrugged as he looked away, "why are you so mad at me?"
I gawked at him, "the way you acted last night was ridiculous."
His cheeks turned a bit red, but he turned his face so I couldn't see. He scoffed, "I don't know what you're talking about. That's how I alway am."
"Whatever you say, Princess." I muttered through a bite of Apple.
His face turned to one of amusement. "Princess?" He arched a brow at me, that grin lingering on his lips.
"Yes..." I muttered quietly. "You call me princess, it's only appropriate."
He laughed darkly, "I'm hardly a princess." The away he put emphasis on the ending of the word forced a gasp out of me, goose pumps rising on my skin, a pleasing feeling warming my body. He raised his brow at me, his lips parting slightly.
I noticed I had stopped walking, crap, I thought.
"Did I... Distract you?" His words were strong but warm.
I groaned at his ego, "you really think you have the power to distract me?" I peered up at him from under my lashes. "Oh, please. Don't flatter yourself." I continued walking, forcing my way past him and ignoring all the feelings he managed to ignite in me. "Why are you following me, exactly? Was there something you wanted to talk to me about?"
He nodded, "yes. It's not very important, but I figured I'd tell you. Seeing you're blind as a bat." He smirked down at me, but quickly looked away and folded an arm over his heads. "Gumball likes you." I thought I heard a tint of anger in his voice. Or maybe jealousy. "I mean, it's so blindingly obvious."
