Broken Kiss

Marinette is a part of the most popular clique at her high school, but disapproves of the other girls’ cruel behavior. When Marinette and her new boyfriend, Adrien, confront clique leader Chloe Bourgeois and accidentally poison her, they make it appear a suicide. Soon Marinette realized that Adrien is intentionally killing students he does not like. (Heathers AU)


3. Chapter 3

David, Chloe's fine looking college beau, leads Marinette and Chloe into a cramped, eclectically tacky dorm room. Music pounds the door. The semi-handsome Brad chats atop a desk with a friend.

"Throw your coats on the bed, girls." Said David, "Marinette, this is Brad."

"Excellent. Did you girls bring your partying slippers?

"Yeah, let's party." Said Chloe barely holding in a smile.

As they head out the door, Brad whispers something in his friend's head ear causing the pair to snarl off a laugh.

Marinette wanders off and begins writing in her diary, "Dear Diary, I want to kill and you have to believe...damn pen!" She frenziedly scribbles, trying to get her pen to write. She throws the pen across the room and pulls out another. "You have to believe it's for more than selfish reasons. More than a spoke in my menstrual cycle. You have to believe me.

The chaotic hallway rumbles with beer cups and loud music. Marinette and Chloe's stylish garb clashes with the laid-back dress of the college students.

Brad anxiously hands Veronica a cup of beer as he watches David and Chloe move through a staircase door.

"So, are you a cheerleader?" Says Brad, trying to make conversation.

"No, not at all."

"You're pretty enough to be one."

"Gee, thanks."

"It's so great to be able to talk to a girl and not have to ask "What's your major?" I hate that."

They uncomfortably sip their beers. A deadly pause ensues.

"So when you go to college, what kind of subjects do you think you'll study?" Says Brady, asking the same question he said he hated.

Chloe and David sit on the latter's bed, surrounded by a PC and a series of obnoxious Ferrari posters. They kiss. David doing most of the work.

"Come on David, let's go back to the party."

"Don't worry, we will." Says David, unzipping his pants. "You're just so hot tonight. I can't control myself." David says while pushing Chloe's head down.

"So what do you say we head up to my room and have a real party." Says Brad to Marinette. "I've got the best Windham Hill C.D. collection in the dorm.

Sadly, Brad's friend approaches before Marinette can show disgust.

"Brad-ley, Hennesey's looking for you. He says he owes you for blow and he just got some product himself." He friend said slight off his game.

"You're kidding. That pecker actually scored something on his own?"

"He's in Sheila's room, big guy. Party up."

"Excellent." He then turned to Marinette. "Marinette, ever do cocaine?"

"Ever since Phil Collins did that anti-drug thing on MTV I refuse everything."

"Phil Collins? Are you sure he isn't drinking and driving?" Brad said, raising an eyebrow.

"Jeez, right, then why don't I do drugs?"

"Right. Hey, don't run away now." With a wink, Brad squirms off. Marinette dashes into the room with the coats.

She rampages through her diary, "Seventeen is the last year Mom buys the Twinkies. When you make the jump from working weekends at Pizza Hut to thirty years at I.B.M., you lose something. Not innocence -- power. Christ, I can't explain it, but I'm allowed an understanding that my parents and these Remington University assholes have chosen to ignore. I understand I must stop Heather."

Panting, Marinette collapses at a desk in the "coat" room. She draws a Vodka bottle from a stockpile of liquor and pours some in her beer cup, slouching down in her chair.nShe lights a match from a 7-11 matchbook. She eerily brings her hand closer and closer to the fire until it touches.

With an eek of pain, she tosses the match away into the Vodka cup, setting it afire. Marinette laughs to herself before tossing the flaming cup out the window. The flaming cup lands in a large rusted garbage can filled with other cups and various refuse. The flames spread... Marinette closes the window as Brad opens the door.

"How's my little cheerleader? Now I know everyone at your high school isn't so uptight, come on."

"Hey really, I don't feel so great." Marinette said, taking deep breaths.

"Let's do it on the coats. It'll be excellent." He said as he plops down onto the bed of coats and begins bouncing.

"I have a little prepared speech I give when my suitor wants more than I'd like to give him... Gee Blank, I had a nice..."

"Save the speeches for Malcom X. I just wanna get laid."

"You don't deserve my fucking speech!" Marinette yanks up her coat from beneath Brad on the bed causing him to slide off onto the floor.

Marinette storms into the hallway but slows down when she sees she's attracting attention. She notices an incited Brad slither to the smiling David who chats with some students, Chloe on his arm.

Brad causes David's smile to ever-so-slightly diminish. David whispers to Chloe who proceeds to set down her beer and walk toward Marinette. A steel faced Chloe comes face-to-face with Marinette.

"What's your damage? Brad says you're being a real cooze."

"Chloe, I feel awful, like I'm going to throw up. Can we jam, please?"

"No. Hell no."

Marinette's eyes fall shut in a near-faint. She flings herself down with some ugly wretching sounds.

She thinks to herself, 'Alya Césaire was a true friend and I sold her out for a bunch of Swatchdogs and Diet Cokeheads. Killing Chloe'd be like offing the Wicked Witch of the West. Or is it East? West! I sound like a psycho. Tomorrow I'll be kissing her aerobicized ass but tonight let me dream of a world without Chloe. A world where I am free.'

Marinette rises into view with tinges of vomit on her mouth. A smile breaks across Chloe's granite puss. Marinette runs off as students laugh in the background.

Marintte charges into the alley. She whips around to face a screeching Chloe. Behind Marinette, the trashcan bellows like Mt. Vesuvius.

"You stupid cunt!" Cow says, charging towards her.

"You goddamn bitch!" Marinette sneers back.

The flickering flames cast Chloe in a demonic light.

"You were nothing before you met me! You were playing Barbies with Alya Césaire! You were a Brownie, you were a Bluebird, you were a Girl Scout Cookie! I got you into a Remington Party! What's my thanks? It's on the hallway carpet. I get paid in puke!"

"Lick it up, baby. Lick. It. Up."

"Monday morning, you're history. I'll tell everyone about tonight. Transfer to Washington. Transfer to Jefferson. No one at François DuPont's going to let you play their reindeer games.

Later hat night in Marinette's room, she flings her diary across the room where it hits the wall behind the stunning figure of Adrien, Marinette gasps.

"Dreadful etiquette. I apologize." Says Adrien his head leaning in through the window.

"S'okay..." Marinette said, exhaling sharply.

"I saw the croquet set-up in the back. Up for a match?"

Marinette is simultaneously dismayed and exhilarated. She seems ready to burst out all her anxieties but instead... "Sure. But I'm Blue."

Marinette's backyard is eventually covered in combinations of wickets and articles of clothing. A pair of girls shoes and a pair of guys shoes rest together by the first wicket.

"Goddamn, no wonder you looked so mangled when I came through the window." Said Adrien, as Marinette was telling him about her night.

Feminine socks and masculine socks lay crumpled by the next wicket.

"I've always treated Chloe's teen queen power plays as bullshit... As Marinette quiveringly pauses, a stylish blouse and a rugged shirt are revealed mingling by another wicket.

"But I'm really scared. Who am I going to eat lunch with on Monday? I sound like an Afterschool Special."

The viewer's viewpoint moves to a dress and a pair of jeans resting side by side at another wicket.

"That was my first game of Strip Croquet, you know. I thank you." Said Adrien trying to change the subject.

"You're welcome. It's a lot more interesting than just flinging off your clothes and boning away on the neighbor's swing set."

Marinette's blue mallet has been staked into the ground. Her panties hang on one end, Adrien's underwear hangs on the other.

"Well, I don't know. There's something to be said for...Ouch!"

Marinette and Adrien are entangled in an artful pose upon Adrien's gunslinger coat. They warmly kiss. Marinette breaks off to uneasily giggle.

"What a night.

Adrien gently bites in to Marinette's neck. Marinette grooves on it, closing her eyes tightly.

"What a life. I almost moved into high school out of sixth grade because I was some genius. We all decided to chuck the idea because I'd have trouble making friends, blah-blah-blah."

Marinette slides her head down against Adrien's chest and gracefully rests on his lap. Gently fighting slumber, she murmurs up to him., who showers her face with slow kisses.

"Now blah-blah-blah is all I do. I use my grand I.Q. to figure out what gloss to wear and how to hit three keggers before curfew. Some genius."

"Chloe Bourgeois is one bitch that deserves to die." Said Adrien, shaking his head.

"Killing her won't solve anything."

"A well-timed lightning bolt through her window and Monday morning, all the other girls, shit, everybody would be cast fucking adrift."

"Well then, I'll pray for rain."

"See the condoms in the grass over there. We killed tonight, Marinette. We murdered our baby.

"Hey, it was good for me too, Sparky."

"Just saying it's not hard to end a life."

"There's a big difference between the most popular girl in the school and dead sperm."

They laugh as Marinette maneuvers herself into a sitting position.

"I guess I don't know what the hell I'm talking about." Said Adrien.

"I know exactly what the hell you're talking about and you're right, you don't know what the hell you're talking about. Let's just grow up, be adults, and die."

"Good plan."

"But before that, I'd like to see Chloe Bourgeois puke her guts out."

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