Marshall is our teacher!? He's only 18!?
The class's eyes widen once he walks through the door of his new classroom. Marshall stands next to principle Petrikov with a big smile plastered on his handsome face.

"Hey guys! I know this is a weird situation and it seems unreal but hear me out. After graduation, I was struggling a lot, I won't get into it. But long story short I needed a job and this awesome lady right here was able to get me one. And I know what you're all thinking, "What the hell is happening right now? Who let some kid teach a class?" And to be honest, I have no clue. Simone's a freaking wizard, I ain't questioning her." The class sat frozen with dumbfounded expressions on their faces.

What in the hell is happening!? This can't be true, I must be dreaming. There's no way they'd let an 18 year old teach a class... right?

Marshall looked at us nervously, he seemed uncomfortable from the fact that none of us had dared to make any sort of noise. His expression changed from overwrought to tense. He almost looked sad, guilty of some sort.

"Look, guys I'm sorry I avoided you all during the summer, and that I didn't tell you sooner about this, I just didn't know how you'd all react," Marshall cleared his throat. "I just... Ugh. I'm sorry. For everything, I guess," he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck, "I'm bad with words, I know. But guys, please forgive me. You all mean so much to me, you're my best friends, things aren't going to change because of this, I promise."

We all stayed silent, shocked. Unable to comprehend what was happening. None of us knew what to say. Marshall sighed sadly, Petrikov placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring look. I glanced at Fionna, her jaw still hanging open. Deciding that I wouldn't be rude and ignore the poor man standing infront of us, I stood up from my seat, catching Marshall's attention along with the rest of the class's. I walked over to him, staring into his beautiful auburn eyes before slinging my arms over his neck, pulling him close into an embrace. "You asshole," I mumbled.

He tensed at my touch, but soon relaxed his shoulders and wrapped his long arms around me, giving me a tight squeeze. I could feel his nose nudge my cheek as he whispered into me ear, "I missed you Bubba, I'm so sorry." I only smiled against his neck and squeezed him harder, enjoying his scent that I missed so dearly. I felt another arm snake around me, and looked up from Marshall to see Fionna hugging us both, a satisfied grin accross her lips. We welcomed Fionna into our embrace and soon enough we were in the middle of a group hug of all of our friends. It was a warm comforting feeling being pressed against Marshall while being surrounded by all of our friends. I never wanted this moment to end.

     Principle Petrikov cleared her throat, interrupting our moment, "Ahem, as much as I hate to interrupt you all, I must ask that you ask return to your seats. We have a lot to get through in this class, you can hug and talk this over after school." We all obeyed our Principle, sitting down in our chairs. Marshall still seemed to be lost, looking unprepared, glancing at Simone for some instruction on what to do next. Petrikov smiled at his nervousness and whispered to him, "Tell them the rules of the class. Or where things are in the room."

     He was hit with a sudden realization, "Oh! Right.. rules.. uh.. Where should I start?.. Uh, first of all, I guess don't ruin any of the instruments, obviously. That wouldn't be cool," he paused, looking around the room, "What else do teachers talk about...? Food, I don't care. Phones, I could also care less."

He looked at the big piano before jogging towards it, "Follow me!" We walked over to where Marshall was, laying on the piano on his side, supporting his head with his hand. I couldn't help but giggle at his actions, he noticed and smiled at me, making my face grow slightly hot. The class gathered infront of the piano.

     "If you couldn't tell already, this is a piano. My piano. Don't touch it, ever." He pointed at us, glaring. Marshall hopped down from the shiny black piano and walked up onto the risers, turning and facing us. "These are the risers. This is where we'll be doing stuff," Marshall grinned, moving his arms around before leaping off the risers and jogging around us to the large black desk.

     He dove into revolving chair, spinning around a few times before leaning back throwing his feet on the desk with his arms over his head, looking relaxed, "This is my desk, don't touch anything on it, obviously," He smirked. "Isn't this nice a nice desk?" Marshall asked us, sitting up normally and inspecting the empty desk, "I mean, I've never had a desk so I wouldn't know what's good or bad but... Whatever," he said to mostly himself. He stood once again, looking around the room on what to show us next.

     "Oh! The instrument room! Come with me," he exuberantly leaped to the door across the room, dodging desks and chairs along the way. He reached the room just as our small group of a class was starting to head over to him. He showed us all the instruments located in bins and on shelves, told us where to put them, and how to use them.

      We were sitting around talking about more classroom rules when the bell had rung, signaling it was the end if the school day. I had no plans on leaving so soon, and neither did the rest us the group. I want answers to all of this, and I plan on finding out. I ran up to Marshall, Fionna and the rest following in suit. I assumed they wanted answers too.

     "Marshall! What in globs name are you doing here teaching a class!? You didn't even go to college!" I exclaimed to him. He seemed a bit taken back by my sudden burst.

"Yeah... Oops?" He laughed. "I guess I'm just too cool for school," Marshall smirked, brushing off his shoulder. "Just kidding, it's a long story. I'll tell you later."

Everyone left to go home after a bit of chatting, while Marshall and Simone stayed and talked about whatever. I was still waiting outside for Pepper to come pick me up. Usually she's not this late, maybe I should start walking home. Just as I was about to start walking away from the school someone shouted my name.

       "Bubba! Wait up!" I turned towards the voice to see Marshall running up to me, "Hey, what're you still doing here? Waiting for me?" Marshall smirked. There was the cocky side of Marshall we all love to hate. Most people know Marshall as arrogant and cocky like this, but I knew him differently. I knew the real him, not this smooth guy with a big ego.

     "As if. Save the act Marshall, there's nobody around," I glared him with crossed arms. He should know better not to put up that wall around me. He knew how much I hated it.

    "You're right, I'm sorry Bubbs. Anyways, what're you doing here still? School ended a while ago," he put his hands in the pockets of his black slacks.

"I was waiting for Pepper to come get me," I checked my watch, "but since she's late I'm going to walk home instead."

"I could give you a ride," Marshall smiled and nudged my shoulder playfully, "it could be just like old times. Whaddya say Bubbs? Wanna take a ride with your favorite 'bad boy'?"

I debated whether to accept Marshall's offer or to just walk home. Pepper could be on her way right now as we speak, "what if Pepper comes while we're on our way?"

     Marshall shrugged, "I don't know, leave her a message or something." He started walking towards his... motorcycle?! He rode that here!? It's been a long time since I've ridden that with him. I jogged to catch up with him, "Hey! Wait up!"

     He turned around with a sly smile, "yes?"

     "Can you... give me a ride home? I doubt Pepper is going to come anyways."

    Marshall laughed. "Of course," he nudged me and continued walking, "you just want a ride on my bike huh?" He laughed lowly. I felt my face warm up slightly.

     "Maybe. Whatever, just take me home."

     "Yes, your majesty," he winked at me and took out a shiny red helmet from a compartment under the seat, shoved it on my head and patted the top with a smile. Good thing this helmet was hiding my face, I could only imagine how hard I was blushing right now. He slung his leg over the bike and put the key in the ignition, the engine roared to life.

     "Well, do you want a ride or not?" He raised his eyebrow at me. I must've been standing around for too long.

      "O-oh, yeah," I sat behind Marshall, wrapping my arms around his torso. He kicked up the kickstand with his heel, preparing to take off, "You know the drill, hold on to me and lean when I lean, got it?" I gave him a thumbs up, knowing my voice would be muffled over the helmet and loud engine.

     We sped out of the parking lot, and onto the street. Marshall always drove too fast on his bike which worried me often. The wind blowing through his hair, mixed with the adrenaline of speeding made him feel free, free from his sucky life. At least that's what he told me when I asked him last time I rode with him. I tightened my arms around him, giving him a signal that I wasn't comfortable with his speed. He must've caught on because he slowed down to the actual speed limit, I loosened my arms slightly.

      Every few stop lights Marshall would ask me questions like "how are you holding up back there?" Or "are you doing alright?" Which every time I would respond with the OK sign. I appreciated that he cared for my well being, he sure wouldn't have asked anyone else if they we're okay, and definitely wouldn't have slowed down for them. Not to mention, he did give me his only helmet. I should get him another one as a gift so that he always has one too.

      We pulled into my driveway not much longer. That's when I realized that Pepper's car was still here. Marshall noticed too, "I guess Pep didn't leave after all, eh?" He took the key out and put the kickstand down, "Hey do you hear music?"

I took off the helmet and listened closely, there was indeed music playing. It seemed to be coming from my house. I hopped off Marshall's motorcycle and handed him the helmet. He got up as well and opened the seat, throwing the helmet back in.

"Hey, you don't mind if I stay and visit for a few, do you?" Marshall asked kindly. Pepper would be glad to see him again.

"Not at all," I smiled at his politeness and walked over to the front door, Marshall following behind. I opened the door to be welcomed by blasting music and Pepper dancing while cleaning the kitchen. Marshall and I couldn't help but laugh as we walked into the house.

I tried to yell for Pepper a few times, but the music was too loud. I gave up yelling and stomped over to the speakers in the living room, unplugging her iPad. Pepper was caught off guard, interrupting her singing mid-note.

She glared in my direction, "Hey what the- Barnaby! What're you doing home so soon? School didn't even- oh no, I forgot about you didn't I?" She leaned her broom against the wall and walked over to me, placing her hands on either side of my face, "I'm sorry Bubba, I was distracted by cleaning.. and Evanescence.." I glared at her softly, removing her hands from my cheeks. I saw Marshall trying to hide his giggles from the corner of my eye.

"Did you walk home alone?" Pepper asked me concerned, still not noticing Marshall standing by the doorway.

I looked over at him with a smile, "No. Marshall gave me a ride home." Pepper looked to Marshall with wide eyes, definitely shocked to be seeing him. Her face lit up soon enough.

"Marshall! Oh honey, it's been so long! Where have you been?" Pepper ran up to him, hugging him tightly.

    He hugged her back, having to bend over since he towered over her, "I uh, I've been busy. Being a grown up and stuff," he laughed dryly.

Pepper stood back, looking up at him, "Oh that's right! You're an adult now! How's that going?"

"Eh, it's.. going," Marshall rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Yeah, I know how that feels," she laughed. "Welcome to my world," Pepper winked at him, turning on her heel and walking to the kitchen, "Tea anyone?"

"No thanks, Pepper. Marshall and I need to talk. We'll be in my room if you need us." I grabbed Marshall's arm, pulling him up the stairs before Pepper could chat his ear off.

"Alright but try to keep it down up there, I don't need to know what you boys do alone," Pepper shouted from the kitchen. My face turned bright red from embarrassment, "PEPPER NO!" I stopped mid-step on the stairs. Marshall was dying of laughter.

       "I'll try to keep him quiet, Pep, don't worry," Marshall cackled, holding his side. I heard Pepper laugh from the kitchen. My face burned redder.

      "Ugh! I hate you all!" I ran up the rest of the stairs and ran into my room, stuffing my face into a pillow to hide my blush. I heard Marshall walk in and shut the door, giggling still.

   "You're not helping marsh!"

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Hey everyone! I'm gonna end chapter two here, just because it's almost 2 in the morning and I didn't want you all to wait any longer. Anyways, vote and comment if you like my story and don't forget to follow for more updates! Thank you all for reading! ❤ I'll see you in the next chapter!