Marshall howled with laughter, even bent over his chair a bit as a few of the other students snickered and another or two came to help her up.
She looked at him with a glare. Trying to get up, finally succeeding with the help of some of the students. She groaned and kept her head down as the class laughed. Her hoodie slipped some off her shoulder. In Marshall’s view there was a dark purple bruise almost handprint on her upper arm close to her shoulder. But as she noticed it was visible she pushed the people away and fixed her hoodie.
“Are you done? Marshmallow…….” She said with a harsh tone. Rubbing her elbow.He saw the mark only briefly but Ot didn’t register fast enough before she spoke.
He didn’t answer herInstead he glared at her without a word.
She put her hood back on and glared at him fixing her seat and taking place at her sketch book again.
She rubbed her bruised arm and sighed.
Then started to gather her supplies that had fallen and began to draw once more. Trying to ignore Marshall. Impressed at the name she’d given him.He sighed and decided to focus on his shit of a drawing. He dismissed the bruise he had saw on her shoulder
Jinx quickly put her headphones in. And began working diligently away at a graphite piece. The book was tattered and filled with sketch after sketch.
She planned on turning her current piece into a larger one with pastels and pencil for her medium. Occasionally she looked at Marshall.Marshall didn’t look at her.
He began to mindlessly doodle at a blank sheet of paper in front of him.
She soon gave in a returned to sketching. After a while she started to doze off. Her head slowly falling onto the table. Resting next to her sketch book.
She didn’t snore or drool but her music was in making her unaware of her other surroundings
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