Don't mistake me for a wise guy

But if I bought the drugs, then they're all mine, no

I can't believe what they've done to me, yeah

She's on her knees, shit, I'm kinda freaked out

It's three degrees, I can barely breathe, yeah

It's getting weird now

-Chase Atlantic

M A R N I E

After a long time, I had picked up my skateboard and cruised through the town to get to my school.

I pushed my feet on the road harder as the wind whipped across my face and my jacket filled up with it.

I was dressed in a black short skirt with a plain white tank top. My feet were adorned in my boots and the fabric over my legs were my heart-printed tights. My puffer jacket prevented my tank from getting wet from the rain.

I was glad about the rain. I truly was but when it rained I have always wanted to sleep in. So getting up today was a struggle.

After Arthur had left last night I spent about an hour just contemplating what the hell she had told me. And then the next two hours I spent sleeping. But unfortunately, ma woke me up and told me that I needed to get my ass to school.

I hummed a song I heard this morning from my ma's radio in the kitchen as she cooked breakfast for us.

I was not only glad for the rain but also for my waterproof eyeliner. This bitch stays through a motherfucking storm.

I could see school coming closer and I repeated ma's words that she yelled out while I left.

Be a good girl.

Fuck that.

I was tired of smiles and thank you's and doing whatever people said.

But I also know that while I'm standing here saying that I'm tired, I will still bend over backward for people that I know wouldn't do the same for me.

That's life, I guess.

I got myself to a stop to see Art standing near the entrance. Fixing my bag I grab my skateboard.

"Oh hi!" I called out before running towards her, underneath the shade.

"I thought your dad would be dropping you off." She said raising an eyebrow. Before grabbing my hand and walking me toward her locker.

"I wanted to skate." I shrug, Art simply sighs before pulling her locker open and grabbing a spare shirt and drying my hair with it.

She ran the shirt along my north face jacket and dried it too.

"You'll get sick." She shakes her head bending down and wiping my legs too.

I stand there, frozen. The blood rushed to my cheeks.

Thank God there are not many people in the hallways.

"It's okay," I whisper and she shakes her head grabbing my face and wiping it carefully with her handkerchief that she retrieved from her back pocket before putting the now-wet shirt back into her locker.

"It's not. You could get sick, miss out on your studies-" I interrupt her before she could say anymore. Taking a step towards her. Our chests are almost touching.

"I wouldn't be able to see you," I say in a soft tone before leaning up and placing a small kiss on her lips.

"That too." She whispers back running her eyes on my face before wiping the water droplet on my nose.

"You idiot." She laughs and I grin before I hear Jackson calling for me.

"Marnie, did you hear?" He almost whispered as Ladan stood next to him.

"Hear what?" I furrow my eyebrows as Ladan's eyes widen, shocked that I hadn't heard some bullshit drama.

"Professor Bonham committed suicide." He whispers leaning forth. Art tenses next to me before whispering.

"Are you kidding me? How do you guys know?" Art whispers I look at her, something in her had switched. She was... Cold.

"I live next to him, I heard Mrs. Bonham's screams and we rushed there," Jack said his eyes never wavering from Arthur's.

"He hung himself from his chandelier." Daisy walked up next to us and I raise an eyebrow.

"What the hell," I mumble, since yesterday all I have been hearing is just shocking news.

"Rest in peace." Art whispers and they nod.

Something's off.

"There's a prayer held for him, in the assembly room. We're all headed there, you wanna join us?" Ladan asks and I look at Arthur. Oh, so that's why the hallways are empty.

"Of course, he taught me mathematics last year. Poor Carter." Art tells me shaking her head.

We head to the assembly room. And I just look at Arthur's body language, she's not tense. She doesn't even look upset about Mr. Bonham's death.

"Is there something you're not telling me?" I whisper peering up at her and she furrows her eyebrows smiling.

"Nope." She pops the 'p' before I can say anything we enter the assembly hall and take our seats.

Throughout the whole assembly, Arthur couldn't help but have a straight cold face. Some people were weeping some were just clueless as to who he was.

As I said, something's off.

•

"Marnie." Art greets me just as I get out of my class and I flinch back in surprise before grinning at her.

"Arthur," I say in an identical tone.

"Do you want to go to an art gallery with me tomorrow?" Arthur asks, her hand tucked inside her large brown jacket.

"Yes, I would love that." I smile and she grins looking down at me. Her wavy hair framed her face so gracefully.

Her thick eyebrows, her dark eyes, her plump lips, her chiseled face, her freckles, her ethnic nose. It all just made sense. If there is a God and if he created her, her features had been carefully picked out. Every single thing just made sense.

"I feel like, I look stupid with this hair," I mutter looking down as we walk through the hallways.

Art nears me and laces her fingers through mine before bumping my shoulder.

"Why?" She asks and I shrug looking up at her.

"I just do." I shrug, Art swings her arm over my shoulder and pulls me towards her.

"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen." She whispers in my ear, her breath hitting the side of my face.

I shudder while nodding in response.

"Okay," I whisper still not buying it.

"Come with me to my place." Art says and I look up at her with a confused smile.

"What? No, I have like 2 assignments due." I shake my head.

"I'll help you out with those." She shrugs and I think about it.

"Fine." I sigh and her lips curl upwards in a feline grin.

"That's my girl." She whispers and I gulp looking at her face before sliding my arm around her waist.

We drive home with a stop at an ice cream shop. Next thing I know I'm walking up the stairs to her door and greeting Lenon.

"She's grown so much," I whisper before picking her up.

"I know, come on." She grabs my hand pulling me to the staircase.

I let Len down before laughing.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" I ask as she pulls me to her room. Len follows us inside before Arthur tsks at her and nudges her outside.

"Not now Len." I stare at her with my brows furrowed, but just as Lenon steps outside Arthur closes the door.

My back meets the door as her lips crash on mine. Her fingers tangle into my hair before tugging on it so that our lips detach and I am looking up at her.

Arthur peers down at me her face stoic as I try to reach for her lips but she stops me by grabbing my throat and holding me in place.

"What?" I whine, my hands trailing down her body and my fingers tucked into the waistband of her jeans.

Arthur continues to simply stare at me with her low dark eyes and I sigh.

"Come on, please," I whisper pushing my body to hers and grabbing her waist, and pulling her to me.

"You look beautiful." She whispers and I just blink.

"Thank you." I smile tightening my grip on her hips.

"Do you believe me? Be honest." She whispers leaning down, her lips brushing against mine with every word that leaves it.

"No," I whisper shaking my head. I angle my head so that my lips meet hers but she tsks.

"Let me prove it." She grins before pulling me to her bed and into her lap.

"What are you doing?" I tilt my head, confused as she lays back and urges my hips forth.

"Let me tell you how beautiful you look." Art shrugs her hands trailing from my hip to my waist.

"You just did." I point towards the door laughing nervously.

"Let me spell it out." She smirks and I inhale shakily.

"Take a seat." She whispers and I shake my head, wriggling away.

"What? No, I'll crush you." I let out but she simply pulls me.

"Great way to go out." Art shrugs, a feline grin on her lips. I hide my face with my hands. Shy, nervous, and ashamed.

What if I crush her? I mean I know what she is talking about. I've watched videos of people sitting on their partner's faces but they're all skinny. And well guess what, I'm not.

"What if you die of suffocation?" I gape and she laughs before resting her head on her arm as she watches me trying to get out of this situation.

"Love." Her face is stern as she grips my hip tightly.

"Shut up." She lets out a breathy laugh and the blood rushes to my face.

I nod standing in front of her as I grab my sheer tights and pull them down my legs. Her dark gaze travels down my body as I trail my hands up my thighs and grab my skirt slowly pulling it down. My black lace underwear is on full display as I look at her through my lashes before hooking my finger in the waistband.

Arthur gets up grabs my hips and pulls me to her. Her hot lips trail down my neck as she pulls the tank top off of my body before grabbing my tights from my hands and pulling my hands behind my back.

"Is this okay?" She whispers her breath hitting my face. I breathe heavily and nod.

"Words, love." She urges, a shiver travels up and down my body as her finger runs down my spine.

"Yes." I breathe out, and her eyes stay on mine as she ties my hands behind my back. I jerk forth at the last knot, my body crashing against her clothed one.

I sigh as Art's hands aggressively explore my body before her finger dips into the waistband of my underwear. I look at her as her fingers trail along it.

She pulls her fingers back pulling the elastic taut before letting it go. I gasp jerking as the elastic snaps and reddens my skin.

"My pretty lover." She whispers before pulling my underwear off and urging me towards her bed.

I walk towards her face, on my knees letting my body glide along hers as I do so, leaving behind a wet trail.

"You're such a whore, you want me on your face, huh?" I tilt my head chuckling, channeling my inner bitch.

"Says the one dripping on my body." Her voice is low, this is her chance to let out a breathy chuckle.

I hover over her face just as her hands slide over my body and wrap around my thighs.

I look at her serene face just as a sharp hiss leaves my mouth as she pulls me by my hips onto her lips.

"Fuck, Art." I groan closing my eyes as my hips, having a mind of their own rut on her face.

Art moans from underneath me and I try to inhale slow and steady breaths but that is quite literally impossible as the vixen underneath me is scrambling my brain. Like eggs.

The sight between my thighs is enough to make me unravel. My fingers tangle in her thick locks as I tug on them. She didn't lie when she said she wanted to tell me how pretty I am, I can feel her tongue quite literally spelling it out on my clit.

I throw my head back as moans and whimpers leave my lips. One of Art's hands travels up my torso slowly as it reaches my chest. She runs her fingers slowly as I shudder, feeling my stomach coil. A swift slap on it is all it takes for me to gasp and look down at her.

Her eyes are stern and I can almost hear her telling me to look at her. My eyes water as I get close to that high, my stomach churning. I smile and I ride her face, rocking my hips harder.

"Fucking hell, Art," I whisper before letting myself get lost in her.