The drive to school has to be the most careful I've ever been. I feel so different.

Covering my feet, are the new white Jordan 4s that Mrs P bought me, along with a pair of black leggings and a chocolate brown hoodie. My hair is alot curlier today because I forgot to wear a shower cap.

I dont miss how the students scattered on the student parking lot turn at the approach of the low hum of the car.

I spot Reece's black BMW M4, or so I have learned.

I park the car next to his and breathe a few times before exiting the car.

Michelle, who was leaning against her benz looks at me with complete shock in her eyes.

"Is that an audi rs7? It's so cool." Someone says as I pass.

A new feeling settles in me.

I feel pretty.

I've never felt that way ever. Sure Courts has said it to me like a thousand times, but I was and still am convinced that she only says that because she's my best friend.

From my locker,I grab my algebra book and a new pen, the one I was using ran out of ink.

I stride to the class and immediately melt into the lesson.

Class flies by so quick, I find myself settling into my seat in chemistry.

I like how fast this friday is going.

As I'm organizing the papers infront of me, the seat next to me shuffles. I don't turn because I assume that it may be William, since he's sits next to me.

"Hey." The person breathes onto my neck with how close he is.

My eyes hurriedly look up to meet stormy blue eyes, he has a smug smirk on his face that I just want to wipe off with an upper cut right to the fucking obtuse angle jaw.

"Hello." I say. The finality in my voice clear and poisonous.

"I'm Greg, and you're Marceline right." He asks. I only nod. Not wanting to continue with the conversation.

I notice how Blackwell has settled into his seat infront of me, but is eerily silent.

"How are you Marceline?" He asks.

"Fine." I respond. Why cant you catch the fucking signs bitch ass.

"Aren't you going to ask about me?" He leans in closer.

I put my index finger on his forehead and I push him back slowly.

"No."

"Sassy, I like that." He licks his lips.

"Go out with me. We could go eat, maybe watch a movie or go ice skating. Or even go and watch street races and then head back to mine." He says leaning in again.

"No."

"Why?" He asks, his voice going an octave higher.

"What in the f– bitch ass you asked and I answered. Take my fucking answer, with a pinch of salt and pepper and go sit your pink as down you stupid rat." I snap.

He looks wounded, but that only for a second. Thats until he covers it up with a smug smirk again.

"Thats okay hoe, I wasnt about to spend money on no cheap whore." He spits.

Reece infront of me visibly tenses.

"Oh go fuck a tree with your tiny pink dick."  I respomd before even thinking.

He grunts and then tries to say something. Before he does, I throw a punch right up his face from his jaw. He grunts again before stumbling away.

At this point half the class is staring.

I grab my shit and head out. I'm going to need wees for this one.

I lean my back against the dumpster near the school parking lot and smoke. Feet scrunch against the cement road as they approach me.

"Can I have some of that?" The grey eyes stare deep into my soul.

I only nod, mesmerized by how close they were.

He grabs the joint from my two fingers, his hand lingering a bit longer on mine.

He proceeds to pull from the shortening joint and breathe out a puff of sweet smelling smoke.

His chest is practically on mine.

The proximity is extremely frightening. Yet my body doesnt seem to be as scared as I expect it to be.

Instead, I feel calm.

I might even want to kiss him.

With those thoughts roaming my mind, I step back. Allowing my back to hit the wall behind me.

I crouch down and sit on the cement, praying that it wont mess my leggings up.

He follows suit.

"That was one heck of a punch back there Cooper." He chuckles.

"I dont like being disrespected." I simply say, taking back the stick like figure and pulling its contents into my lungs.

He sighs and nods. He seems to want to say something else.  But he decides to hold his peace. Thank fucking Jesus.

I stare at the horizon. Patiently waiting fot the dismissing bell to ring for me to head to  the house ans fucking sleep.

My mind wanders to the sight of the boy next to me.

What would I have done if he had kissed me ?

Would I let him? Would it feel good?

I subconsciously turn and face him, my eyes landing on his lips. The pinkness of the lips highlights how plump they are and how soft they might be.

My gaze drops to his arms. They are covered by a black hoodie, but his hands are adorned with veins.

The urge to kiss him fills me again.

No, no. This needs to stop at once. The bell finally rings.

He gets up and walks away, not before saying.

"See you at home."

I push myself up and dust my ass. With my shit well secured, I slip back into the car. Once I'm guaranteed settlement, I connect my phone to the stereo and the first song to play is Love Yourz by J. Cole.

My head bopping at the rhythm of the beat. Silently mumbling some of the words.

I know that we need to talk about what happened last night.

I just—

I panicked okay? I thought that Elliot somehow found me and was going to kill me.

Reece and Colt wouldnt be able to protect me against him, they're just high school boys at the end of the day.

I couldn't stop myself from running away when Reece tried to reach in for a hug.

When you're used to being hurt, you cant find goodness in anyone, mostly in yourself.