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Feeling betrayed by her friends and more
importantly family, Marceline decides...
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I lay against the wall, looking out of the window next to me, waiting for a good idea or really any idea to pop into my head.
This wood floor isn't very comfortable to sit on but I don't want to lay down in a bed, because I know I will fall asleep, and I need a plan first.
I'm in the hallway, sitting up against the wall next to my door, which is across from Aleksander's, the same as his old apartment
"What are you doing?" Aleksander asks, holding one file in his hand, I almost want to peek over to see which one but I'm going to ignore him because I'm mad
Also, he started the ignoring thing so now it's my turn to keep it up.
He notices and laughs "Stop pouting, get off the floor."
If I wasn't ignoring him I would tell him to go fuck himself and punch him, but now I'm staying quiet.
His hand wraps around my arm and pulls me off the floor, making me see the file that has his name on it.
"You can be a brat in the morning, but right now it's late, pick a room and go to bed." I push my fingers under his and pull his hand off my arm, still not talking.
I try to sit down again but he stops me and laughs "This is ridiculous, do I have to carry you to a room?" Knowing he will actually do that, I break the silence
"Shut up! I could kill you in-" he takes one step closer to me and grabs my wrist, holding them together with just one of his hands. I struggle to get out of his grip, pulling and tugging my arms.
He keeps a blank face and his eyes on mine. I look down at his arm and notice the veins and muscles become more prominent whenever I move
Is it bad that knowing that made me tempted to keep moving? Probably
After a few seconds, I accept that this fighting back is pointless, it's just wasting my time and entertaining him.
"Let go of me." he doesn't change his expression when he says "Stop trying to threaten me, It's ridiculous and lies you tell to comfort yourself, you aren't convincing me, stop trying."
I spit, it's the only thing I could do. his eyes widen for a moment before he uses the back of his free hand to wipe off his cheek "Fuck you." I say, I clench my jaw and watch him smile
"That was cute" I scoff at his dumb words and try to pull away again "Spitting on your face was cute?"
He tilts his head and looks down at my lips "Do you want to try it again, this time I could be fucking you, would you like that?"