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The layered foundation didn't settle to well on her face. It only took one smear to reveal the ugly truth hidden under the cheap makeup, every second she wished to scratch her face, and it threw off the look of her skin tone. But it wasn't up to her. It was etheir that or get in trouble for fighting in the first place. But on the other hand, it seemed that this wasn't a rare occurrence to Marceline. She already knew where to capture cheap makeup within the school and where to find the new uniforms. Stuff like this just further pegged Bonnie to crack the secrets of Marceline. Sitting next to her, Marceline seemed to handle it like a champ. Currently in their first period math, Marceline slummed in the chair next to her with her eyebrows pointed down and eyes facing the troubling math problem. Maybe this was her chance to grow closer to her roomate. So she took the chance, glancing over at the paper and drawing her finger to the problem. "You wrote the equation wrong." Mummered Bonnibel. Marceline shot a quick side eye at Bonnie and back down to her paper. Though Marceline had made it very clear in the morning as she applied the make up to Bonnie's face that they weren't going to be friends, Bonnibel always found it hard not to listen. Marceline huffed in a gust of air, not wanting to receive the help but in dire need she pushed back against her chair and faced Bonnibel. "Where?" Was all that fell from her mouth. Bonnibel tapped the pencil against the table for a second or two before pointing to her mistake. "You forgot to distribute." Marceline then looked down on her paper, now finding her mistake and scribbling the correct one. And soon, silence fell over the working girls. Marceline strived to finish the rest of her paper while Bonnie peered at her surroundings, already completed with her assignment. It only took a few brief minutes for Marceline's runnning thoughts to jumble together in a question. "Why?" She asked Bonnibel. Her hazel eyes struck to the face plastered with confusion. "Even when I try to stay clear of any sort of contact and im always mean to you that you still find ways to be friend me?" Marcy sputtered. Taken aback by the question, Bonnie strived to find a answer. And the question bounced off the walls of her head. Why? What made her want to pursue a friendship with the girl oh so mean? Why did she want to get to know Marceline out of all people here? Bonnibel herself didn't really have a answer. So in response, she rolled her shoulders in a shrug and spoke. "Well um.. Im not completely sure ethier. I guess it's just me that wants to befriend you." The look of confusion didn't wipe itself from Marceline's face. She didn't linger on it to long, instead turning in her seat and facing her paper. "Your one weird girl." Was all that was spoken from Marceline for the rest of the class.

2nd and 3rd period passed by quite quickly, being that Marceline didn't pay much attention in ethier classes. This was probably why her grades were so low, but Marceline didn't really mind. Striding past the mounds of bodies that stalked the halls, Marceline approached the exit to the back of the school. It was always pretty normal for Marceline to sneak away outside and hangout alone until the bell signaled for 4th period. Marceline wasn't really fond of hanging out in a lunchroom full of people she disliked, and she meant everyone, no exceptions. Including Bonnie. She didnt know why she gained such a disliking to the girl upon meeting. Well she did, but she didn't want to accept it. Bonnibel showing up out of no where and trying to befriend her was something she wasn't used to. She didn't have friends, not any at all. The way Bonnibel tried to start a friendship made her feel weird, in her chest mostly, probably because she wasn't used to that at all. No one like Bonnie had ever tried such thing and the act made her stomach churn. Pushing her thoughts aside, Marceline took her final steps out the exit. The crisp air outside hit her face in a instant, causing her to shiver in her uniform. And under the fogged clouds, the girl approached the narrow tree that held place above the dried brittle grass. And under the tree she sat. That's all she ever did. With no phones allowed at the boarding school, most girls found themselves picking up new hobbies to distract themselves from technology withdraw. Not Marceline though, her mind was her hobby. She liked to think about things and milestones in her life, not that she had many though. A day like this was not for thinking though. Today she focused her eyes on her surroundings that gloomed under the weather. The first thing that captured her eye was a black bettle, slowly scattering atop of the fragile stalks of green, and then a grimmy boot coming down and squashing the bug under the sole of the shoe. Her eyes dashed from the shoe and to the towering culprit. None other than Ash, the worst ex in histroy. "Hey babe." He spoke, pushing back his partial shaved platinum hair and pulling a smug grin. She glared up at the boy. "Miss me?" Marceline so wished she could wipe the smirk off his face with her fist. But as of now, she stood to her feet and glared at him. "Ash go home. Don't you have a life outside of showing up to do.. Whatever the hell this is." Her hands gestured him up. Staring at her with his beady red eyes, Marceline noted that Ash was indeed high. That's when he mostly showed up, sneaking throughout the building without getting caught to come pester Marceline. Her thoughts were only cut off when the boy backed Marceline up to the tree and blocked her escape with his body. His grimy hands reached up from his side and stroked her hair softly. "I know you miss me Marcy. Instead of waisting your time with somone else you should just come back to me. Im always here." He spoke. That's what he always said. He was very deceiving when Marceline met him but soon into the relationship things got bad. Forcefulnes, a foul mouth to Marcy, controlling, and most of all hurtful. Marceline was beyond at rage at him by now and she snapped. Her hands gripped his arms in attempt to twist it behind his back, but she was too slow. Ash used his advantage in strength to hold Marceline down, his hand snaking to his pocket and drawing a silver blade to the line of her throat. Any small movement would cause the blade to slash at her neck. Ash was no longer all fun and games, a menacing glare coating his face. "I tried to be nice and this is what I get? Im only doing this cause I lo-" "hey! Leave her alone!" No other than Bonnibel yelled, approaching them both. Ash released Marceline from his grip and turned to Bonnibel, his smirk now returning. "Oh looky' here, a wad of gum trys to attack. Didnt they tell you colored hair is-" in a instant, her fist connected to the side of his face and two seconds later he was knocked unconscious on the floor. Bonnie couldn't lie, her knuckles screamed out in pain. Marceline's eyes dashed from the knocked out body on the floor and then to the pink haired girl who hovered over him. "Holy shit." Were the only words Marceline could form. "I was coming out here to grab something that I dropped after the fight and I saw what happened." Her finger narrowed at the body on the floor. "Holy shit, what the fuck? That was so badass I-" Marceline cut herself off in realization that she was rambling. "Jeez, thank you. How'd you do that?" Marceline asked. Bonnibel held her throbbing hand and stared. "Im good at punchin' stuff." Was all she spoke. Though Marceline was grateful for Bonnibel showing up at the time, she wasn't quite grateful for the body on the floor, and it seemed Bonnibel was aware. "What are we gonna do with him?" Questioned Bonnibel. Of course they couldn't freely drag him through the school so there was only one way. "Throw him over the fence." "Well what if he crawls back over?" Marceline almost felt a chuckle form from her mouth, but she held it back. "He goes through the school for a reason, he's too unathletic to climb. I got a key anyways." Marceline pulled the stolen key to the fence and flashed it at the face in awe. "Stole it from a teacher." Was the last thing she muttered before bending down along with Bonnie to lift the body of Ash. With both arms sturng around their shoulders, both girls used all their might to lift the heap of body off the floor. Their grunts filled the air, and soon the unlocking of the fence, Ash's body being hurled behind the gate and the key slipping back into the padded pocket of her skirt. "Thank you." Marceline whispered, pushing her hair from her face and turning away back to the tree.

"That will be all for today ladies, make sure to review your text books for the exam. Remember, only 90 and above." The teacher spoke over the students, each arising from their desk and making their way to the cafiteria for dinner. Even though classes weren't as much as a bother to Bonnibel, she was glad she could unravel herself without anyone breathing down her back. Bonnibel slung the backpack strap over her shoulder and shrugged out the class in the crowded hall. And within a few minutes of stalking behind a group of friends that talked amognst eachother in a low whsiper, Bonnibel herself had almost forgotten about a friend of her own, Phobe. Bonnie was quick to move past the endless bodys in the hall and loacate the cafiteria. It took her eyes a moment to catch the girl, stored away near the back of the cafiteria alone. Walking around tha tables, She made her way to the table. "Hey." She spoke, Phobe looking up from the two trays on the table. "Oh hey, I grabbed you dinner. Sit." And Bonnibel did so. Tucking her pink hair away from her eyes, her orbs peircing the girl. "So are you gonna tell me about what happened?" Questioned Phobe, digging her fork into the dry meat loaf on the plate and shoving a few pieces in her mouth. It didn't take much to know what Phobe was talking about. Hell she had class with her. Bonnibel began to chew away on the bland food and speak. "Well I ran into Marceline in the hall after being late for class. Long story short she pulled me into a janitors closet to keep us from getting caught but we ended getting in trouble. The hall monitor thought we were. Having sexual encounters." She air quoted with her fingers, earning a look from Phobe. "Were you though?" Bonnibel was almost taken aback by the question. "Of course not." "Good." Phobe nodded. "She's bad stuff dude. It's for the better if you avoid her." Spoke the girl. And even though the advice seemed at best to take, Bonnibel couldn't. There were so many things she wanted to know about Marceline and some rumors weren't going to hold her back. So in false words, she agreeded with the girl and spent the lunch period in a low chat.

The makeup seemed almost impossible to wipe from her face. The coated foundation refused to wipe away under the damp tissue at which she dabbed. Well maybe the tissue was it but that wasn't stopping her from trying. The viosus attacks against her face were just enough to draw the attention from no other than Marceline, who stared curiously across the room. It was quite noticeable that Marceline had successfully drew the make up from her face, the fading purple bruises lingering across her features. It took a few moments for the voice of Marceline to sound over the quiet air. "Having a little trouble?" Said Marceline, watching as Bonnie seized the scrubbing and faced her with a nod. "First times always the hardest. Here." Marceline arose from her bed and stalked toward Bonnibel, makeup wipes in hand. The cliff hangers that Marceline left didn't help her curiosity one bit. Has she does this plenty times before to know what to do? There was no answer to her question as of now but hopefully later it would follow. It didn't come to her attention that the girl ahead had removed a wipe from the bag and gently dabbed it at the caked make up on Bonnibel's face. Softly, the wetness of the wipe could be felt on her skin instead of atop of the foundation. It was hard to sit still under the gaze of the girl ahead, her cold eyes eyes not leaving Bonnie. "Lsp is good for cover up makeup and wipes. If this happens again." She gestured to her beaten face. "She's the one to go to." Bonnie noted the information within herself. Under the peering eyes of Marceline it was very easy to forget all the trouble and envy they caused together, the trouble Bonnibel would soon be in. The visit from her uncle concerning her behavior at the school, Marceline's father too. But as of now, she pushed her thoughts away and stared at the finished product of her makeup free face from the mirror plastered above her bed. A busted lip in the process of healing, purple bruises along the side of her face, and lumbering scars that would soon be hidden under makeup once again.