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The pen glided swiftly across the paper as Bonnie wrote down vital notes for her physics class. She'd found a perfect spot in the library, just by the window; it allowed her some natural light, which she appreciated. Bonnie hoped she'd be able to reserve this spot in the future.

Even though Bonnie had only been at school for a week, Mr Abadeer had given her a ton of homework for each of her classes with him, not that she minded. Bonnie quite enjoyed completing her homework assignments, particularly for science as it gave her chance to revisit certain topics that she'd already taught herself. She'd only just finished her chemistry load and had decided to move onto physics before the bell rang for lunch and Lady burst into the library to take her to the rest of her new friends.

(Were they friends? Bonnie wasn't sure a week was long enough to consider people friends. She'd stick with the term acquaintances for now; that felt a lot easier on her.)

Either way, when she was halfway through her physics assignments, she hadn't expected the seat opposite her to dip under another person's weight. She was fairly certain that there were other seats in the library – unless this was someone else's usual spot, Bonnie couldn't figure out why someone would sit directly across from her. So she settled with keeping her head down and avoiding eye contact whoever had decided to disturb her.

At least, until they spoke to her.

"Bonnibel?"

Bonnie blinked in alarm and her head shot up to look at her new company. She really hadn't been expecting conversation; she relaxed when she saw it was the taller boy that had been with Finn and Jake the other week. Marshall, at least that's what she thought he was called.

"Hello," She began, uncertain, "Can I help you with something?"

He flashed her a wide grin and shrugged. Bonnie was blown away by how much he didn't look like his father. "Not really. I just saw you and wondered if you'd like some company."

Bonnibel hummed in thought, looking back down at her notebook and jotting down an answer to the question printed on a separate worksheet. "I'm okay by myself, thank you."

When she subtly glanced up at him, he looked taken aback, and Bonnie felt a heavy sensation in the pit of her stomach. Was that guilt? Probably. For a moment, Bonnie worried that she'd messed up already and alienated herself from Marshall and possibly the rest of her new acquaintances, but the easy smile returned as quickly as it had faded.

"Oh, okay," Marshall stood up again and nodded down to the several worksheets scattered across her table, "No worries. I'll let you get back to your homework and stuff. That's for my -"

Bonnie assumed he would have asked if the work was for his dad's class, to which she probably would've responded with an affirmative. Would've, if they hadn't have been interrupted.

"Hey, Marshall," A soft voice cut through Marshall's question and both he and Bonnibel spun around to look at the new addition to the conversation, "Do you know if Dad's going to be home early tonight?"

Bonnie blinked up at Marceline and then back at Marshall. She looked alarmingly similar to her male companion. The wild mane of jet black hair, the bright green eyes, the olive complexion. They were almost identical, right down to the ripped black skinny jeans.

Yep, Bonnie nodded to herself, definitely twins.

"Oh, hey, Marceline," Marshall smiled at her, nodding down to Bonnibel, "This is Bonnibel. She's new here."

Marceline stared down at her in a way that Bonnie could only describe as cold. Icy, maybe, Marceline's green eyes piercing right through Bonnie's entire being. It gave her shivers down her spine and made her feel like something bad was about to happen, and it only solidified Bonnie's original intentions of staying away from her.