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Jackie (R1403)

The Blonde looked at her with anguish in her eyes, “You can’t be serious?!” She exclaimed

He hummed as he cooked.

She walked next to him and slid herself onto the counter. “Oh don’t forget the seasonings.” She said sweetly

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The bell rang and the class began pouring out.
The teacher didnt pay much attention as the room began to empty.
Marshall stood up and walked around Jinx chuckling.
He paused.
He knew he could have been an ass and leave her be, but at the same time what joy was in it for him to wake her up.
With a crooked smile he smacked the back of her head, forcing her awake.

She didn’t pay much attention to the bell. But as she suddenly felt a sharp “SMACK” to the back of her head she shot awake. And turned to look. Fixing her glasses, she looked around and found Marshall.
Go figure he was the culprit to the sudden wake up call. And headache.
She noticed the room was emptying and she groaned as she gathered her things. As she stood she pushed passed him and muttered something.
“Thanks for waking me.” She said softly but sincerely.
Then she booked it out of the art room and off to lunch.

He shook his head and walked out the class behind her.
He walked in the opposite direction in thr hallway.
He was skipping lunch and having to talk to the band. He had to notify that he had to skip rehearsals and attend a ridiculous tutor session after school

She went straight to the cafeteria thankful Marshall went opposite of her.
As she entered in, she headed straight to her usual corner table.
As she took her seat her two only friends Jackie and Riley show up. Smiling as they all join into conversation over a multitude of subjects.
Jinx putting Marshall out of mind

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The bell rang and the class began pouring out.
The teacher didnt pay much attention as the room began to empty.
Marshall stood up and walked around Jinx chuckling.
He paused.
He knew he could have been an ass and leave her be, but at the same time what joy was in it for him to wake her up.
With a crooked smile he smacked the back of her head, forcing her awake.

She didn’t pay much attention to the bell. But as she suddenly felt a sharp “SMACK” to the back of her head she shot awake. And turned to look. Fixing her glasses, she looked around and found Marshall.
Go figure he was the culprit to the sudden wake up call. And headache.
She noticed the room was emptying and she groaned as she gathered her things. As she stood she pushed passed him and muttered something.
“Thanks for waking me.” She said softly but sincerely.
Then she booked it out of the art room and off to lunch.

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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 her

Instead 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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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 her

Instead 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.

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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 her

Instead 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.

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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.

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Marshall was too deep into thought to think about anything.
Instead he walked over and took a seat that was one space behind jinx.
He didn’t recognize her at first.

As she sat in her seat she prayed. Pulling up the hood on her hoodie. Her hair was her dead give away.
She said softly to herself, “don’t kill me” she begged.
As the bell rang she jumped. The teacher looked around and smiled, “okay class! Well it’s time to get started. Continue on your projects just like last time if you need me. Let me know” he said
Jinx nodded and then suddenly scurried out of her seat. She turned and saw Marshall’s eyes. She gasped.

Marshall looked at the girl and leaned back into his seat, his eyes glaring the moment he saw her.
He twisted his lips as she sat in front of him.
He pulled out a few pieces of paper from his notebook and began to throw small paper balls at her head.
He chuckled at the thrill.

She tried to duck her head as he threw paper at her and sighed. As she turned her head again to look at him, but found herself hit in the face by a piece of paper.
She growled and looked at him. “CAN YOU STOP BEING A PRICK?” She snapped. Taking one of the pieces of paper and throwing it at him. Hitting him square in the face.
When she realized what had happened she stood up and looked at him. “Oh shit…..” She mumbled. Her platinum eyes wide in shock.

Marshall’s eyes calmed slightly as all the students watched Jinx.
He patiently waited for her to sit again

Jinx turned deep red in the face and sat back down. Che bit on to her lower lip and ducked down. Opening her sketch book she started to sketch in her journal.
Feeling extremely embarrassed of herself. Angry and scared cause Marshall was the cause of her embarrassment as always.

Marshall clenched his fists as he slipped closer to her without her noticing.
He slipped his foot under her chair and pulled it out, causing the girl to fall.

Jinx glanced over at her side. Only to find it too late. He pulled her chair out from under her and hit the floor harshly. She gasped. Then groaned as she impacted into the floor. Landing on her side. Her hood fell and she looked up at Marshall.
“O-ow….” She groaned as she tried to get up.

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Marshall was too deep into thought to think about anything.
Instead he walked over and took a seat that was one space behind jinx.
He didn’t recognize her at first.

As she sat in her seat she prayed. Pulling up the hood on her hoodie. Her hair was her dead give away.
She said softly to herself, “don’t kill me” she begged.
As the bell rang she jumped. The teacher looked around and smiled, “okay class! Well it’s time to get started. Continue on your projects just like last time if you need me. Let me know” he said
Jinx nodded and then suddenly scurried out of her seat. She turned and saw Marshall’s eyes. She gasped.

Marshall looked at the girl and leaned back into his seat, his eyes glaring the moment he saw her.
He twisted his lips as she sat in front of him.
He pulled out a few pieces of paper from his notebook and began to throw small paper balls at her head.
He chuckled at the thrill.

She tried to duck her head as he threw paper at her and sighed. As she turned her head again to look at him, but found herself hit in the face by a piece of paper.
She growled and looked at him. “CAN YOU STOP BEING A PRICK?” She snapped. Taking one of the pieces of paper and throwing it at him. Hitting him square in the face.
When she realized what had happened she stood up and looked at him. “Oh shit…..” She mumbled. Her platinum eyes wide in shock.

Marshall’s eyes calmed slightly as all the students watched Jinx.
He patiently waited for her to sit again

Jinx turned deep red in the face and sat back down. Che bit on to her lower lip and ducked down. Opening her sketch book she started to sketch in her journal.
Feeling extremely embarrassed of herself. Angry and scared cause Marshall was the cause of her embarrassment as always.

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