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Marianne fixed a casual, happy expression onto her face as she slung her bag off her shoulder and hung it in her locker. Just keep up the act… nine and a half months left.. She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her hair, making sure her lip gloss was intact. Pretend you’re a happy straight girl. Swallowing, she grabbed her binders, willing herself not to look for Mare.

@amber_is_in_a_loop

Mare adjusted the straps of her bag on her back, going over the arm movements for her Christmas choreography, her hands flicking to the beat. Lost in thought, she made an excessive movement and hit someone in front of her. Her eyes widened and she looked up to apologise– but her words died in her mouth when she saw it was Marianne.
She smiled. "Sorry about that."

@blue_topaz

Every single thought flew out of Marianne’s head. “Hi, Mare.” She smiled, all dimples and flushed cheeks, tucking another blonde strand behind her ear. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Ballet?” She fought the urge to bite her lip. Stop it now you idiot. Mare looked distractingly beautiful as always, and it was going to drive her insane.

@amber_is_in_a_loop

An embarrassed giggle slipped, and Mare didn't bother suppressing her grin. "How'd you guess?" she joked. She noted Marianne's red colouring and bit her lip to keep from smiling again. She twisted half her hair up and back down to have something to do with her hands. "So, you're, uh… how was your weekend?"
She kept her tone light, meeting Marianne's gaze. To be honest, with anyone else she'd already have left the conversation by now, but for Marianne… any excuse to be able to look at her a little longer.

@blue_topaz

Marianne fixed a mask of calm into her face. “Good,” she lied, but exceptionally well. “Uneventful, how about you?” She reached forward to grab Mare’s arm and tug her to the side of the hallways lest they were trampled by the horde of high schoolers. Pulling her messy hair over one shoulder, she was careful to keep her eyes from following Mare’s hands.

@amber_is_in_a_loop

Mare attempted to ignore how the fact Marianne had a hold on her arm. "Busy, way too busy," she admitted. A male student jostled past her, sending her backwards into the lockers and consequently suddenly much closer to Marianne. She looked up at her briefly before looking away at the passing stream of students.
"C'est vraiment des cons, les ados." she said without thinking. Then, slight colour creeping into her face, she registered her audience.
"Oh, sorry, I meant that teenagers are real morons most of the time."
She inwardly cursed her clumsiness and didn't move her gaze from the moving student body.

@blue_topaz

Marianne smiled, dimples deepening. “It’s no problem. And yeah, agreed.” She checked the time quickly, glancing back up at Mare. “We should get to class- we’re together first period, right?” Before her friend could answer, Marianne felt a hand on her shoulder. Flinching instinctively, she turned, her eyes meeting grey ones. A tall, male, walking stereotype with ruffled brown hair looked down at her, smiling. Ryan. “Marianne,” he greeted. “Hey.”

She pulled a facade of casualty around her. “Hey.” Only Mare could see the uncomfortable tightness of her shoulders.

@amber_is_in_a_loop

Mare fell silent and pulled back as soon as Ryan appeared behind Mare. She quietly watched the exchange, and immediately noticed how tense Marianne suddenly was. She quickly stepped in.
"You were right, Marianne, we really should get to class. The Chem teacher is unforgiving."

@blue_topaz

Marianne shot her a glance that said ‘thank you’ and gave Ryan a fake smile. “See you later.” Before he could reply she had grabbed onto Mare’s arm and was pulling her away.

“Thanks,” she whispered as soon as they were out of earshot. “That was an unfortunate situation.” She squeezed Mare’s hand gratefully.

@amber_is_in_a_loop

"Anytime. I know the crowd you can get stuck with," she Chuckled. Marianne squeezed her hand gratefully, and Mare responded the same way in a way that was meant to be reassuring.

@blue_topaz

Marianne fought back another blush, glancing away for a moment. They arrived at their first class, slipping through the door and into their seats just as the attendance was called. “Here!” Marianne replied when it was her turn, ducking her head to sort through her binders.

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"Here," Mare answered when her name was finally called. She was at the end of the register and hated it. Always the last one people heard, the last one people looked at.
She took out her chemistry binder and pencil case and settled down for another excruciating hour and a half of Chemistry.
"Turn to page 394," the teacher deadpanned, staring out at the class. A communal rustle of paper echoed through the room.

@blue_topaz

(I forgot to say good morning, sorry, I'll say it now lol: good morning!)
(omgomg was that a reference)

Marianna sighed, doing as she was told. Goal of the period: don't look at Mare more than three times unless spoken to.
Five minutes later and she was already struggling. You've looked at her twice in the past few minutes you idiot. she mentally berated herself, shaking out her hair so that it curtained off her face, thus blocking her view of Mare. You don't want people to start suspecting you're anything but straight, so stop it. Now.

@amber_is_in_a_loop

(HP reference of course)
Mare didn't catch Marianne's glances as she was too busy frowning down at her exercise sheet, attempting to understand the task. At some point during the lesson, she looked up from her work to see Marianne shaking her hair down. She watched it fall over her shoulder and cover her face, catching the light of the sun through the window and glowing gold. She smiled to herself.
"Miss Vance?"
She sat bolt upright in her seat and looked towards the teacher.
"May we know what has amused you?"
(OK if I control the teacher?)

@blue_topaz

(yasssss)
(no problem!)

Marianne's head snapped upwards at the same time as Mare's. Her left hand gripped the pencil tighter as her panicked eyes found her friend's. They both knew how ruthless the Chem teacher could be, she did not want Mare suffering humiliation plus whatever awful consequence the teacher had planned. Say something smart, say something smart… she internally begged, biting her lip in a sudden rush of second-hand nervousness.

@amber_is_in_a_loop

"I'm sorry, sir," Mare said quietly.
The teacher shook his head. "No need to apologise! We'd only like to know the reason behind that sweet smile of yours. Why don't you tell us? It might lessen your detention from 5 hours to 3?"
Mare's gaze caught Marianne's, but she hurriedly looked away. "I was distracted, sir."
"Mhmm. Clearly. Well, next time you feel the need to stare at Miss Rembrant, let me know and I'll arrange for her to be with you in detention."
A guy a couple rows behind her coughed loudly; the cough sounded suspiciously like—
"Dyke," breathed a guy at the table next to hers.
The teacher caught it, turned around. "That'll be enough, Paul." He didn't bother hiding his smile.