"So, you just flat up fucked her, and she was gone in the morning?" Jake asked, his mouth full of whatever gross food the school sold him.
"Well, yeah." I grumped. He rolled his eyes and swallowed.
"Look, you need to tell her no, Marce." His fork was shoved in my face, pointing at me.
"Well you see, this time it was sort of me who started it..." I said. Jake nearly chocked, and it was lucky he had no food in his mouth, or it'd be all over kid in front of him.
"I've got nothing to say to you, Marce-hoe-line." He joked. I rolled my eyes and let my head rest on my hand, holding it up. I stared out into the schools courtyard. We weren't allowed to eat out there, but, it was pretty to look at. Little birds jumped around, looking for something to eat, until some younger kid would jump up by the windows and scare it. I felt a tap on my shoulder and flicked my head behind me. Holy fuck this bitch won't go away.
"Uh, hey Bonnie..." I said, voice shaky.
"Hey, babe. Look I was wondering if you'd go to dinner tonight, you know, to make up for yesterday and this morning." She questioned. Suddenly everyone was looking at us. She didn't seem to mind at all.
"Uhm, yeah sure." I mumbled. What the fuck, Marceline. Bonnie leaned down and grabbed my chin and pulled me into a kiss, my neck cramping up from my body being in the other direction. She tasted like smoke and watermelon. Before I even felt her lips leave mine she was walking away. I looked back to the table, and everyone was watching me for a moment, then went back to eating and staring at their phones.
When sixth period ended, signalling the end of the school day, I wandered around to the back of the building. Somehow I knew she'd be back there, and sure enough. She was sitting there on her motorbike, one hand grasping a black helmet, and the other resting on the handlebars. When she saw me, her lips pulled into a smirk. It was never a smile. I walked over, my hands in my pockets, and my eyes averting her gaze.
"Hey, there, pretty thing." She purred. I flicked my gaze up and glared at her.
"It's a compliment okay?" She laughed. I shrugged and took the helmet she handed me. When I pulled it over my head the smell of smoke and her hair filled my nostrils. It was a warm kind of close smell. Like when you're in a mosh pit, everyone pressed up to you, spilt beer and cigarettes in the floor. I hopped onto the bike behind her and held onto her sides, not quite touching her back with my stomach. She turned it on, and of corse, revved the engine a few times before taking off. I immediately pulled myself tight against her, despite myself. The wind was cool agains my bare arms, but it was refreshing. I turned my head and looked out the visor on the helmet. The tress blurred by, and occasionally a car buzzed past us. After a few minutes, I felt the bike start to slow, and veer to the side. I turned my head to face the direction we were going, and saw a large log cabin. A sign shaped like a bear had the words 'Black Bear Bar' written on it. Bonnie stopped the bike and turned it off, and I let go of her back.
"Fun?" She questioned. I happily nodded, and pulled of the helmet.
"The best thing I did all day." I confirmed.
"Well this part will be better." She said. She took the helmet and set it on the bike, then reached her hand out for mine. It was so unlike her. I took it anyway. Her hands were far larger than mine, and they were warmer than mine, too. The restaurant was dark inside, only a few neon signs by the bar and above the pool table were inside. Smoke filled the room and left a hazy musk near the ceiling. The smell was strong, beer and smoke. It burned my nose. Bonnie started pulling me to the back, and I followed her, hand still in hers. She went out a swinging door, onto the back deck. There was a glass sun roof, and little fake birds hanging down from it. I felt Bonnie pull at my hand again, and walk to a booth by the wall of the building. I sat down across from her, and we finally stopped holding hands.
