~~Mr. Abadeer's pov
I sat in my office with my cell phone held up to my ear. It rang twice before she answered.
"Hello?" greeted the voice on the other end.
"Hello, Ashley. I need you to do me a favor."
I ran down the school hallway yelling like a maniac. "Marshall Lee Abadeer! You little shit! Give me back my book-bag!"
"No way!" he yelled back before erupting into giggles.
Before school today I'd accidently put someting kind of embarassing in my book-bag and Marshall noticed that I was extra careful with my book-bag. He, of course, stole it and ran off with it, determined to find out what was so special about it.
"I swear to God! Marshall!" I screamed.
"Catch me if you can!" He replied. Then, without warning, he dashed into the Boy's bathroom. Shit! He would, without a doubt, find my private journal. I wrote everything in it! From the day I first met Marshall to the whole break-up debacle, it was all in there. Every single one of my private thoughts.
A few minutes later Marshall came out of the bathroom with his signature smirk on his face. In one hand he held my green book-bag and in the other he held a brown leather book.
"Marshall Lee, you little shit-face, if you don't give me that book back I'm going to hurt you." I threatened.
"No way! I was just getting to the good part!" he said before throwing me my bag and running in the opposite direction.
"Marshall!" I practically shrieked. The chase was on again. I chased him into the cafeteria where I ran right into his back.
I snatched the book from his hand as he stared at something in the back of the room, my journal the farthest thing from his mind.
"Marshall? You okay?" I asked. I waved my hand in front of his face to get his attention.
"Hey, um... Fi, we should probably get to class. Now." He said, pulling me behind him as he rushed to Ms. Bubblegum's room.
"Hey, Marshall, what's up? Why so serious?" I said once we sat down in our usual seats.
"Nothing, I just didn't want to make you late." he replied.
"Marshall, I know you. You couldn't care less about being late to class. Something bothered you in The cafeteria. What was it?" I demanded.
"Nothing, I'm fine. See?" he said before flashing me toothy smile. His smile faltered a little and his eyes flashed to something behind me at the front of the room. I turned around and saw that a beautiful girl with platinum blonde hair had walked into the room. I looked back towards Marshall and saw that his eyes were following her as she walked towards an empty seat.
"Do you know her?" I asked.
"Um...I-I-I" He stuttered. before he could answer the girl walked over to us, sat right on Marshall's lap and kissed him full on the mouth. I sat there open mouthed and shocked.
"Hey Marshall" the blonde purred when she finally came up for air.
"Ashley! What the hell was that!?" Marshall exclaimed.
"Yeah Marshall Lee, what the hell was that!?" I said.
"Didn't Marshy tell you about me? I'm his girlfriend!" Ashley replied cheerfully.
I sat the opening and closing my mouth,too shocked to explain this to Fionna. Finally I regained my senses.
"Ashley, we broke up before I moved here." I told her.
"I thought you forgot about that little spat we had." She pouted.
"You can't just sell my precious items for drugs and then expect me to get over it." I replied, getting angrier.
"Um, If I could interupt this little reunion, would you mind getting off of my boyfriend's lap?" Fionna interjected, looking more than a little pissed.
"Whatever, see you later Marshy." Ashley said before planting another kiss on me.
I looked over at Fionna who looked ready to pull out all of Ashley's hair.
"Look, Fi, I swear I broke up with her before I moved here. I don't even know how she know what school I go to." I explained.
"Whatever." Fionna replied before turning around to face the front of the room. God dammit! How the hell did Ashley find me?
After taking Fionna home after school I went home and walked into the kitchen, expecting it to be empty. Instead My dad was seated at the breakfast bar talking to Ashley.
"How the hell did you know where I live?" I exclaimed.
"Hello to you too Marshy." she replied. "Your father invited me over."
"Yes, I heard that Ashley was recently emancipated so I told her that there were few available apratments in this town." My dad said. I glared at him then turned on my heel and stormed out of the kitchen and made my way up to my room. I locked the door behind me and flopped down on my bed. My father has sunk to a new low. I heard a knock on my door.
"Marshy? Can I come in?" I heard ashley say from the other side of the door. I ignored her and put in my headphones instead.
"Who the hell was that bitch from first period today?" Laura asked, bursting into my room folllowed by Flo and Marcy.
"Apparently she's Mashall's ex" I replied.
"Well, I don't think she knows that." Marceline commented as she flopped down on my bed.
"I know right!? If I were you Fionna I'd track her down and slap her in the left boob!" Laura said.
"Yeah, Fi! I don't like her one bit." Flo said.
"Ugh! I don't know what to do guys! She obviously isn't over Marshall. What if she tries something else?" I groaned.
"Then I'll messs her up!" Laura declared.
"And I'll help." Marcy added.
"Thanks." I replied.
"No prob! So what happened with Marshall's dad and the whole texting thing?" Lauara asked.
"He denied everything when Marshall asked and he was smart enough to delete the texts before Marshall took his phone back." I sighed.
"What a douche." Marcy said.
"You said it!" Laura agreed.
"What if he tried to break you two up again?" Flo asked.
"I don't know. But I have a horrible feeling in my gut that he might try just that." I said.
Marshall's dad was paying rent for my new apartment and it wasn't that hard to get my parents to do the paper work to emancipate me. The only thing left to do was get my Marshy back from that hoe. What did he see in her anyway? Damn tomboy must've had something up her sleeve. I needed to be careful when I took her man, she looked like she wanted to beat the shit out of me when I kissed Marshall today. If everything went according to plan I wouldn't have to worry about her though.