Paper Moon ☓ Hood [ON HOLD]

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He lied.

Pulling herself out of her trance, Marcaline pressed herself against the glass of the bus stop, as if it would keep her sheltered from the cold wind; but of course it hadn't made any difference so she was forced to pull the collar of her coat up, desperate to keep some heat.

"Morning."she heard a voice greet her.

She looked up at the source of the voice, relived to find Monique taking a seat next to her so she could put her phone away and stop pretending that she was doing something important on it. Monique's dark skin was flushed from the cold as her's probably was, and she handed the morning fix of coffee to Marcaline before closing her fingers around her own and warming her hands.

Marcaline nodded towards her in appreciation as she took a grateful sip.

"So did you finish that essay for Mr. H last night?" Monique asked her.

Marcaline groaned at the thought of it and all the hours she spent trying to get it done, though slumber had taken her before she could.

"Marcy, you're so screwed." Monique chuckled, speaking what was going through Marcaline's mind. She was already in bad terms with her English teacher and this time she didn't think he'd mind shaming her in front of the class.

Luckily the bus pulled over in front of them just before she could overthink, and the two of them climbed onto it, quickly paying the fare and finding a seat where they sat in almost silence.

The shrill sound of the bell echoed down the halls as Marcaline walked with a fast pace to her first class, keeping her head down to avoid the gazes she had grown accustomed to.

It all happened in a rush, she felt herself collide into something hard, her books slipping out of her grip, and suddenly curses were being thrown at her.

"Hey! Watch where you're going, what the hell is your problem?"

She felt the heat rise up to her cheeks as she gave no reply to the boy and crouched to gather her fallen books.

"I asked you a question!" She hadn't dared to meet his eyes but she took a quick glance at him, her eyes meeting a dark sweater sleeve with long fingers curled around the strap of a bag and black ink trailing up the boys arm.

"Why aren't you answering me?"

A faint "Lay off her a bit bro." was heard from behind Marcaline but she could understand why no one would actually come and confront this tall and intimidating figure.

"I don't get what- why you.." his words faltered as he found green eyes staring back at him, a mixture of desperation and fear swimming in them. She was also taken aback by his, the chocolate colour surprised her as it warmed her body from head to toe when his gaze softened.

"Whatever." he breathed out before walking past her, his thoughts seemingly cluttered.

She was left there with only a few people trickling in through the main doors as she gazed back at the boy, black shoes echoing in the hallway.

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all of these are really short lol im sorry but they'll get longer once i build up the story promise