Marcelines P.O.V.
It was like a kick to the face when you're asleep. When she kissed me. Painful and unexpected; I still kissed her back. We wasted the night, wasted my time. Now my two year relationship with my boyfriend ended. On top of it, he was in the transfer program, and left for London, that summer. Now, she on the other hand, simply ignored me. She would catch my eye in the hallways of our school, and stare. We'd stare until she broke eye contact. Every time, she would break it first. Maybe because I was addicted to her eyes, and wouldn't stop staring, or maybe she was getting sick of mine. We hardly knew each other, and I wish I could make myself think it was better this way. It was. Nothing to distract me from studies, nothing to worry about late at night, and nothing to be hovering over me, yet... I couldn't help but wonder what it was like to spend a night at her house, what she liked to eat, how she sang, or what her arms felt like around me, in an affectionate way, without the lustful fierceness from before. I couldn't help but wonder what her hair smelled like, or how her lips would feel gently pressed to my forehead. I hardly knew her.
The school days went by the same, push through till lunch, then slide through the rest of the day with my music classes. Ride the bus home, finish any homework and cook dinner for my little brother and I. Luckily for him, I was a fan of preservatives and fake meat. Our dinners consisted of Mac 'n cheese, chicken nuggets, soup, chips, hot dogs and the occasional grilled cheese. After dinner he would go play video games, and I'd go do something on my computer.
Sometimes my mother got home before we went to sleep, but that wasn't usually the case. After work she would often head out to the bar, then drive home drunk. I was always woken up by her yelling. I stayed in bed. I locked my door. I made the mistake a few times of going to greet her. I have the scars to prove it.
Today, however, was a slight bit different. Everything was the same up until lunch.
"Yo, Marce, I need a favor, hon." Someone whispered in my ear. I flicked my eyes to the side. Her.
"I need you to tell the principal that someone told you they had a bomb." She said.
"What?" I almost yelled. I felt her slide a hand around my side and I felt fuzzy inside.
"Look babe, for me?" I glanced at her face, and wished I hadn't.
"F-fine." I muttered. I couldn't help it.
"Good girl. If everything works out as planned, I'll make sure you get... A 'reward'." She growled. I shivered. I felt her press a rough kiss to my neck and leave the bench I was sitting at. What did I do? I gritted my teeth and stood up with my food tray. The lunch hour was nearly over, and I didn't have any free periods. I dumped the food and headed to the office.
