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"I hate this," Finn slumped down into the seat next to Bonnie, "Coming back to school after winter break is so lame. We don't have anything to look forward to."

"We have spring break to look forward to," Jake pointed out to him, "but it'll be a while. March is three months away."

Finn huffed again. "Yeah, but the year basically sucks until summer, and then it sucks some more until Christmas."

"That's not a very optimistic outlook, Finn," Lady said to him, "It's surprising, coming from you. Usually you're the one spreading positivity and Jake is complaining."

"Maybe some Freaky Friday stuff has gone down and they've switched bodies," Elle looked up from her phone and squinted at Finn and Jake as if they were hiding something, "Better switch back before the Christmas dance."

Bonnibel blinked in confusion. That didn't make sense, and not the switching bodies part. "Christmas dance? Christmas was nearly three weeks ago."

"Yeah, but Principal Citron had to put off the winter dance because the caterer he always books couldn't make it." Elle explained. The disdainful way she talked about Principal Citron indicated that she hadn't been very happy with that decision. "He was going to just cancel the dance all together but then we protested. I'd already bought my dress, and like hell was I going to waste it."

"Elle made everyone sign a petition. She was really persistent." Lady added and nodded over to Marceline's distant figure. "She even managed to make Marceline sign it."

"That was probably one of my greatest victories last year." Elle smiled proudly, her phone a mild distraction; she didn't bother looking up from it as she spoke. "I told her I didn't care that she liked being cold and apathetic. I used her little 'rebel against authority' complex to get her to sign. Told her Citron wouldn't like it."

Bonnibel glanced over at Marceline, who was stood about ten feet away from them. She stood with Keila, Marshall and two other boys who Bonnibel didn't know the names of, but she didn't like the look of them. Marceline wasn't contributing much to their conversation, apparently, just nodding and shaking her head at the appropriate times.

Almost as if she came equipped with some sort of Bonnie sensor, Marceline looked up and sent Bonnibel one of her trademark glares.

Usually, Bonnie would've looked away in embarrassment, but instead she responded with the sickliest sweet smile she could muster, coupling it with an exaggerated wave.

Marceline rolled her eyes and made a rude gesture, smirking when it elicited the response she wanted from Bonnie; an offended look and a loud scoff. Not wanting to satisfy the other girl, Bonnibel quickly made herself appear impassive and emotionless, folding her arms across her chest.

She jumped when a cold hand rested on her shoulder.

Looking up, she sent Marshall a soft smile; she hadn't even noticed him walking over. "Hey. How're you?"

"I'm good. Did you have a nice winter break?" He sat down in the empty seat next to her, sending the rest of the group a smile and a nod in greeting. "I went to a crazy New Year's party. I told your friends to invite you but they were all too drunk and I don't have your number."

So her friends had been doing something on New Year's Eve. It was only natural that she felt excluded, but parties weren't her thing, so it wasn't like she would've gone anyway.

Still, an invite would've been lovely.

"I watched Orphan Black reruns and texted a friend on New Year's Eve." Bonnie told him. Hopefully, he wouldn't ask who her friend was. Answering with funny, I don't actually know myself probably wouldn't be a very good idea and would attract attention.