Marlene had never been more frustrated. and it was entirely your fault.

you were always in the back of her mind, haunting her like a spiteful ghost. she couldn’t escape you. and, of course, avoiding you only made it worse. she hated how your eyes lit up when someone would bring up a topic of your interests. she hated your smile. she hated your hair. she hated how you would bite your lip and pick at your nails when you were nervous. she hated everything about you. but she mostly hated how much she loved you.

Your friends had dragged them along to a loud party so they could “blow off steam” before their big exams the next day. This didn’t work out as they planned because after an hour or so, you found yourself heading to the bathroom to escape the noise and drunken kids making out on every available surface. They weren’t planning to have company.

When you had gotten to the bathroom and locked the door, you failed to notice Marlene.You and Marlene never got along. She had a lit cigarette between her fingers but seemed sober, though the messy state of the eyeliner they were applying might suggest otherwise.

“Is there something you need, princess?” She asks in a slightly mocking tone. "Shove off McKinnon" "why are you in the mood?" She snorts "I am not in a mood!" you protested "Fine, suit yourself love" she smirks "I will" you huff "you do that" "That's what im going to do" "Good" "Asshole" "cranck" "Prick" "witch" "Don't say another word to me" you say "okay love"