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I regret letting Jenna win like that, it was clear as day he didn't want Jenna or maybe he was just playing hard to get it was hard to tell with men anymore. With a simple sigh, I glanced around. They all look like a bunch of animals chowing down on that gross food, none it looked human but I'm not the one eating it so what do I care.

Dropping my hands to my lap, I glanced off to the side. As soon as I did, something was put on the table probably someone trying to get all fixed up or trying to get everything they had under control before it all fell to the floor. But then a voice spoke, Marty. I jumped a bit at his voice and looked over at him, he looked worried, or something all I knew was he had some kind of emotion on his face. I let him speak as I tried to figure out what he was doing, why is he here? "I...Um...Yeah, I'm fine." I answered. "Are you okay though?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I didn't mind him sitting here but where was his food? Reaching down under the table, I grabbed my book bag and opened it. I rambled around in my book bag for a few moments then found my lunch box. With a small sigh of relief, I placed the lunch box on the table and tossed my book bag on floor again. I opened the lunch box and grabbed the ham and cheese sandwich, I wasn't hungry so may as well give it to someone that is. I slid the sandwich over to him, then pulled out the Monster Energy Drink I had in there as well and slid over to him as well. "Eat..." I muttered, closing my lunch box.

But as soon as I said it, Jenna's perfume surrounded me. Shit. "Mickeyyyyyyyy." She whined. My nickname for him. Damn, how did she find out about it? Wait, her Barbies. Never mind. With a sigh, I looked off to the side. "Why are you being such a jerk? We're a couple, you're supposed to nice to me not rude." Jenna giggled, sitting down beside him as she picked up his hat and placed it on her head. I glanced at her, she so doesn't look right in that hat. I could make that hat look a lot better.

I heard what he said but he's eating, I can eat when I get home. I've gone without food plenty of times, today won't be any different. I watched the whole scene, I couldn't help but laugh. This had to be the best day ever, well at least for me anyways. I never thought I'd see the day where a guy would turn Mrs. Perfect down. I think Marty just became my best friend.

When she left, I looked over at Marty. He seemed so far away, I wanted to move closer but thought the better of it and stayed where I was. At least for a few moments I did anyways. It was only moments later that I moved to the seat beside him, I slipped his hat off his head and placed on my own. I adjusted my hair in a few places, but soon left it alone. "Please Eat." I said, pointing to the food. I didn't like the idea of him not eating, I understand that it's my food but I'm not gonna eat it. "You're not getting your hat back til you eat." I added a few moments later, hopefully that'll get him eating. Although I think he looks a lot cuter without his hat on, but that's just me.

I couldn't help but laugh, he was acting like a child but he was clearly messing with me. Once he ate he'd get his hat back, he doesn't need to run around here on his first day not eating. "Dude, it's pouring down outside." A blonde said as she passed the table. I glanced at the girl, she can't be serious can she? "Shit.." I muttered, sighing. The only ride home I have is my skateboard, ugh now I'm gonna go home looking like a wet dog. Not like there's anybody ever home, but still.

Of course he goes for the Energy drink, that really doesn't surprise me all that much. "That's not eating." I told him with a shake of my head. "I'm serious, you won't get this hat back til you at least eat three bites of that sandwich. If you ever get back..." I said, whispering the last part to myself hoping he wouldn't hear. I like hats, well I like his hat. Don't ask why, I just do.

God, he's adorable but he's not getting out eating that easy. I smiled for a short two seconds, then my smile was gone as I shook my head. "Just eat something, I don't care what it is just eat something. Please." I begged him. I took a quick around the lunch room, so many eyes were on Marty. How does he deal with that? I personally think I'd go nuts with everyone staring at me.

Finally he eats, thank god. But he's still not getting his hat back, at least not now anyways. Maybe at the end of the day, I'll find him somehow that is if he's not in the same class as me. He's had both of my first period classes, that only leaves two more for the day. I know we have it so easy in high school.

Oh Hell, Marty was getting glares from men. Jenna. He's gonna regret pushing her off. I bit my lip and glanced at him as he said something about food, now he's wanting me to eat. Seriously? I shook my head and glanced back at the guys, this can't be good. Shit. I am going to have to ditch my classes to make sure he's gonna be okay? Or should we just leave? Yes we. But then he said something that really caught my attention. Minnie? He gave you a nickname, he clearly likes you. You're funny. I'm serious. Again, so I am. He really likes you. Are we really going to over this again? Yes. No we're not. With a shake of my head, I looked at Marty.

But it wasn't only the nickname, it was what he said. The drawing, it was of me. "W-W-Why me?" I asked. Shit, I stuttered. God, I just need to go die in a hole. People will never take me seriously if I keep stuttering the way I do.

My mother always tells me I look worried or something, I don't know why I carry that expression on my face. Mom thinks I'm getting anxiety, but I don't think so then again she could be right. I always feel uneasy, if not that then either worried or nervous over nothing. But it's whatever really.

When he described me in such things, I raised an eyebrow. "You need glasses." I told him, slipping his off my head and placing it back on his head noticing he had finally finished eating his food. I was glad he ate something, but I would have preferred him to eat something more heavier like a sandwich but whatever. I bit my lip and glanced off to the side as he tossed the chip bag away, of course as soon as he said something I looked back at him. Sort of. I noticed he was getting closer and my stomach flipped, I became nervous but kept my nervousness under control and looked up at him. "Nah. Look, I don't think it's safe for you to go to your other two classes. Jenna's said something and you've became target, we can ditch school for the rest of the day and let everyone forget about it if that's what you want." I told him. Why do I care if he gets hurt? Why do I care about anything? Whatever. "I'd prefer if you ditched school, I have a feeling you're gonna get hurt." I added, biting my lip again.

I started putting my lunch box when he called me beautiful, I froze but only for a mere two seconds then got back to what I was doing pretending what he said had no affect. I mean sure it did, but he's just being nice he probably thinks I'll murder him if he's not nice but then why did he follow me? Why is he still here talking to me?

Shutting my book bag, I heard him agree about ditching school. Thank God. By tomorrow it'll be forgotten about, but of course he'll still be the cute new guy and ever girl is gonna chase him down again tomorrow. I feel sorry for him, but he never said he didn't like the attention. He actually admitted he liked it, but any man would kill to be in his place? He handed me my lunch back and I shoved it into my book not really caring at the moment not like I had the time to really put it in place anyways. It was only moments before he was pulling me out into the hall, his hands were so much bigger than mine but ours hands seemed perfect. I shook my head and followed after him, when we reached his locker he released my hand and I knelt down opening my book bag. There I put my lunch in my lunch box then closed my book bag, better.

And then there was that nickname again. Minnie. I glanced up at him as he spoke, what kind of question was that? Standing up slowly, I slung a strap over my left shoulder and nodded. "Of course. If I didn't, I wouldn't have made an effort to talk to you." I shrugged, glancing off to the side for no reason. "Why are you asking?" I asked, looking back over at him.

Why did he want me to come with him instead of one of the Barbies? I know he hates Jenna but that doesn't mean he hates the other Barbies. Does it? I don't think it does but it might, I really couldn't tell you truth be told but I guess it really doesn't matter either way. I raised an eyebrow and glanced around, thinking he was talking to someone else but there was no else but me and him in the halls. I pulled my gaze back to him and nodded, "Alright. Who's playing?" I asked.

[[ it's fine love. c: my muse is quiet low as well thanks to school. :c ]]

I knew a good number of the people he listed, but I wonder why he wants me to go with him. Well he's thinking about it, or whatever. I'm pretty sure he just asked me to go but whatever I guess, it'll give me something to do since I have nothing better to do besides sit around in an empty house with Rusty and Max. They're my two Huskies, I love them dearly but you know dogs aren't human so they can't talk to you no matter how much you talk to them. Sure at times it may seem as if they understand what you're saying, but they can't say anything back to you. Sadly.

I nodded slowly and glanced at my skateboard, I was quiet popular at the skate park since I was like the only female there. There used to be more that came around, but they stopped showing up. They looked like the Barbies and couldn't skate for their lives, they were falling every two seconds, scared to push, scared to fall and learn, they didn't even know the meaning of skateboarding if you ask me but they got the attention they pleased til I guess I stole it with being an actual skater they were just attention whores with skateboards. That's my personal thought though. Down at the skate park, they often call me Blue Mouse, or just simply Blue or Mouse. I don't mind it, because they mean no harm with it. They guys down at the skate park are the closes things I have to friends around here. They're about the only people that hear me speak without stuttering, besides Marty of course and a few others when I'm down right serious about something.

When he grabbed my hand and led us outside, I snapped out of my thoughts and glanced at him those emotions coming back. I'm not quiet use to these emotions, how can you be used to something you've never felt before? Sure I've thought quiet a few guys were cute, but Marty he's different. In a way. He's actually not afraid of talking to me, I don't think the others would be if they knew Jenna would have a fit over it. But Marty doesn't seem to care. Marty is the only guy that has actually tried getting involved with me and not in that kind of way, but like in wanting to get t know me, talking to me, you know that kind of stuff. The others are too scared because they don't want the flawless Barbie Jenna to cuss them out and hate them for speaking to me. Honestly if Jenna was never here, I don't think I would be so hated. Or maybe I would be, I really don't know and really don't care.

When we got to his car, I glanced up at the sky. It was dark and cloudy out but not a drop was falling, maybe when the girl said it was pouring the rain was having its moment where it wanted to rain for a few minutes then quit. I'm pretty sure it'll clear up, if it isn't already. It looks brighter than it did earlier, but that's just what I think. I looked over at him when he spoke, so he is wanting me to go. But I don't understand why, I don't understand a lot about Marty. He's cute, he talks to me, doesn't mind my stuttering, likes my art, doesn't want Jenna or so I think, can he get anymore perfect? Something told me that there was a plan behind all this, like some kind of joke. I don't know why, but why would someone like Marty want to talk to me? More less be around me? I had the urge to ask all my questions, but kept them to myself and nodded. "Okay." I said and slipped my book bag off my shoulder then got in his car, setting my book bag at my feet.

I waited for him to start driving, but we didn't move. He just simply put the key in the ignition. Did I say something? Do something? Was something wrong? And then there came his words, was it obvious that something was wrong or was he just someone that knew those kinds of things? Either way, I glanced over him. What was I supposed to say? The truth? I opened my mouth to say something but quickly shut it and looked at my lap with a shrug of my shoulders. "There are quiet a few things." I answered. But I knew he was going to want detail so I bit my lip, trying to figure out how to word it all.

Screw it. I looked back over at him, "Why is that you want to be around me? Why did you push Jenna away? Why do you act like you hate the Barbies when we both know you don't? Why do you want to me to go with you? Why are you even attempting to be my friend? Nobody else in his school has ever tried to get along with me, but you... you're different. You act so interested in me, like you actually want to get to know me. But we both know this is some kind of game or joke. It just has to be. There is no way in hell that somebody as perfect as you would want to be around me more less get to know me. Can you just drop the act now so I can go home? I really don't need anymore shit from anybody at this school, I go through enough as it is." I said, finally getting it all out. Good thing is, I didn't stutter once. I was proud of myself for doing such a thing, but that change the subject.

I know my words were somewhat harsh and rude, but he wanted to know the truth so he got the truth. I'm sure I could have left out some of things I said like calling him perfect, but it was part of the truth and he said to be honest with him so I was. I know I'll regret saying what I did, because I'm sure in about two seconds I'm going to be out of the car and on the ground with people in my face laughing and teasing me because I actually thought Marty was interested. Sure I'd be happy as hell if he was interested, but we all know a little too well he isn't.