A Tad Unhinged

Chapter 3: Focus

STAR

Aaaaaaaand I'm the crazy one.
Marco walks over and grabs my hand and excuses ya from the situation. I'm lead into an abandoned classroom and he stares at me.
"What?" I questions.
"Seriously?" He snaps. "What was all of that!?"
"You really make me wanna open up-" I mutter back sarcastically.
"Star!"
"Seriously?"
He nods, holding his breath.
I roll my eyes. "Just some magic stuff it was an accident."
He exhales and leans back as he runs his hands through his hair. "Sorry, I guess I'm a bit paranoid."
"Yeah." We stand uncomfortably until I ask, "What did you see?"
"You." He eyes me. "You were staring at your locker for a while."
"How long is a while?"
He bites his lip. "I couldn't say just... A while."
His mouth scrunched up like he really wish he knew how long it happened for.
"And then?" I lean against a desk.
"Your face just contorted and you screamed about wanting something letting you go. Then you just fell down screaming. Everyone rushed over to see if you were okay."
"Well I am." I nod. "Okay, that is."
"Good." He and I stand still and silent. For two people that live in the same house, we sure had a lot of discomfort between us. After I had confessed my love to Marco at his end of the year party, I'd gone back to Mewni. All summer I was there and he was here, no contact, no portals. Separated. But then I came back, and I hadn't told Marco why. Or at least the real reason. But now, staring into his worried, chestnut eyes my heart melted and I began to dream of a time where I'd told him the truth. The real reason I came back.
But in reality, Marco's worried eyes drop to his side to pull out his phone. They pop back up filled with more dread as he tells me we are late to class.
Nodding, he helps me gather my stuff from the middle of the hallway and we part ways. We're back to normal High school now, we don't share a schedule anymore. We actually don't even have any classes together, just lunch.
We are now just completely normal students, doing normal student stuff.

MARCO

I tapped my pencil on my desk and stared at my notebook.
"Shit." I mumble as I run my fingers against my eyes. "I can't focus."
Flipping my head onto my desk, I lie there and don't move for who knows how long. I'd been assigned to a special part of the school over the summer called the E.G.S. It was short for the Extra Guidance School, but everyone just called it Eggs. The place was rotten and we were called EggHeads to top it all off but hey, we have couches. It was due to my lack of showing up last year and my doctor diagnosed "psychosis" and "borderline personality disorder" which weren't the correct diagnosis (the right one being possession) I look up to see the teacher smiling at me and I force a smile back. Content spreads across her until I sink my face back into a frown and excuse myself.
"Damn it, Star." I whisper to myself as I walk down the hall. We'd finally hit normal and then something had to happen. It's not like I'm blaming her for something she clearly can't control but I mean, I was enjoying the quiet. All summer the day were filled with either summer school or friends or just Netflix. I'd been to the beach for the first time in a while with just a group of friends. There was a bonfire for forth of July, an open-invite outdoor movie at Brittany's every Friday night, some camping with the guys just, normal summery stuff. But then Star came back two days before school started.
I lean against the wall next to the water fountain and close my eyes.
The worst feeling was when she's left. She'd confessed her feelings and then ran, like always. So typical of her that it hurt even more when she did it to me.
I'd wanted to tell her, for a while but I felt like I didn't deserve her love. But when she blurted it out and refused to talk about it with me it felt like someone slapped me across the face. Star wasn't the person I wanted to be in a relationship with, not now at least. Even if it hurt to even think about, Toffee had mentioned  Star's blatant disregard for reality. Was I supposed to wait for her all summer? Was I supposed to ignore my life moving around and spend my time crying into oatmeal and my dogs, obsessing over her favorite cereal? No that would be stupid, demeaning, and unrealistic.
So I moved on. Spent the whole summer hanging out with Jackie, Janna, Kai, Peter, and so many other kids I'd basically forgotten about Star.
But then she came back. Like a cute little cat she found her way back home. Just cut a portal into my room while I was doing homework.
But now I realize, she's been acting weird. Acting crazy.
I look down at my hand where there was a deeply imprinted scar that strangely resembled a half star. For something connected to something so terrible, you think I'd be more upset about it.
"Marco." I hear the teacher shout from down the hall.
I lean forward. "Yeah?"
She knits her eyebrows and gestures to the classroom. "It's been twenty minutes!"
I look over at the clock on the wall and back at her.
"God I hate time." I snap as I stroll back to class, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up.

SORRY SHORT CHAPTER WITH TYPOS IM SURE ILL FIX EM LATER
TRYING TO MAKE TIME FOR THINGS I ENJOY DURING THIS BEYOND STRESSFUL TIME OF YEAR I HATE EVERYTHING SO MUCH AHHHH
ANYWAYS CYAAAA
WOLFIE