Marshall Lee and Gumball

When he was in chemistry–his favorite–class that day, the same red haired kid in the hall came up to him, towering over.  Gumball looked up to him with a calm face but he was trembling with fear on the inside. "H-how may I help y-you?" The boy smirked and held up a small bottle with a black cap. "My buddies and I were wondering if we could change you into another color. Maybe this would change to into blue...."  He undid the cap.  Gumball's eyes widened. He knew that chemical he had is his hand. "N-now," he stuttered still, "even though the name has the word b-blue in it, d-doesn't necessarily mean t-that it can dye m-me the c-color....that is v-very hazardous to the s-skin!" The boy rolled his eyes at Gumball and went around the table. He grabbed Gumball's hand and twisted it around which made Gumball yelp in pain, but he tipped the bottle a bit above his hand.  Right before a drop of it was able to leave the bottle, the boy was tackled to the ground and the bottle fell and shattered, spilling the chemical.  Gumball couldn't believe his eyes as he saw another guy, but one that he never seen before, on top of his bully!  His savior wore a red and plaid buttoned shirt with black skinny jeans. He was inhumanly pale and had black hair that occasionally went in front of his eyes.  "That was very rude," he snarled to Gumball's bully, pinning him to the floor, "And if I ever see you messing around with my...friend again like that next time it'll be a black eye and a broken rib cage." The bully nodded quickly and the guy got off of him to let him run away.  The new kid went over to Gumball and smiled. "You're welcome." Gumball didn't know what to reply with so he just nodded his head. "I'm Marshall Lee." The guy said to save the awkwardness.