“So uh… Prince Gumball asked me to the dance tomorrow.” You spoke softly, carefully watching Marshall Lees reaction.

As soon as he heard this, his strumming on his guitar stopped. “A date with the Prince…” He fingers continued to idly pluck at the strings of his guitar. He was trying to appear passive, despite the sudden bitter feeling in his stomach. “How fitting.” He muttered under his breath.

“I told him no.” You mumbled, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. This caught his interest since he thought you liked Gumball.