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12.

The low consistent beep of the box enveloped the room in a sense of alarm. Serving its purpose, the box awoke the girl craddled within her blanket, her hand coming down softly on the silence button. With a prompt tug of the scratchy cot, Bonnibel had risen from the lumpy pallet. Every time she had awoken from her slumber, she was greeted by a damp mood that dawned her with realization that her friend was not across the room. No Marceline to awaken her with any type of greeting, No Marceline to smile broadly and call the first shower, No Marceline to accompany her side. Her absence hadn't fazed many but Bonnibel. Of course the rumors had spread fast around the school, but no one payed much mind of the girl being gone as much as she did. Bonnie can vividly recall the day of loss. Marcy being heaved from the room by the principle with a face full of distraught, and the heap of faces that hearded at the door. Bonnibel was awe struck about the reasoning behind such trouble, drugs. Marceline had been trying to smuggle meds within the school was the rumor, but Bonnibel didn't know what to believe. But Marceline would've told her right? Told her about the consumption or distributing of the capsules? It wasn't hard to figure out which the day of the incident. A few staff accompanied by the principle entered the room and searched Marceline's half. Tore the mattress away from the wood to which it bound, yanked open and searched drawers of the dresser and desk, examined and scrabbled every small object out of context in the room. All of that to locate exactly what they were hoping to find, a old stained glass jar stuffed with crinkled dollar bills concealed behind the lumbering dresser. All with Marceline no where to be seen. They even took it as far as to question Bonnibel of her mysterious roomate and only answer one of her questions. Where was Marceline? The principle drawing back a stern line on her wrinklyey face was quite present in her mind. "Confinement." She whispered in a hushed tone, escorting Bonnibel back to her room the following minute. Bonnibel would've sat in her haze much longer if it weren't for early morning sound clattering to life outside of her door. Within less that two minutes, Bonnibel had removed herself from the warmth of the bed and emerged into the bathroom, peicies of clothing dropping to the floor each step. In her grasp she handled the shaft and turned it towards the red color, the driplets of water padding against the floor of the tub. Usually Marceline would be the first to do such, not now she guessed. The smugness of the heat emanated from the water that danced down her shoulder blades and to her lower back. And as the water soaked her faded pink hair, the gears in her brain began to spin. How long would Marceline be gone? What even was confinement? And for once in a while, Bonnie didn't know. It was always very prominent for Bonnie that she knew the answer to most things, thus causing a groan to fall from her mouth upon not being able to conclude a final answer. Stealing meds is a very big violation at the school but how big? Bonnie wasn't sure, and asking a teacher would only cause them to suspect something was going on. Bonnibel wasn't sure now but she would find out sooner or later.

Marceline couldn't be gone for to long right? They couldn't just hold a living being captive against their will, could they? Bonnibel had been in Biology class for some time now but found it oh so hard to focus under the thick tension that weighed down on her shoulder. Infront of her was a work sheet, the one she was supposed to be working on. Of course she could run through it like nothing but her mind wouldn't allow it. All she could think about was Marceline and the distraught that smothered her face as she was dragged out that room. She missed her friend. "Bonnibel." The voice snapped her right back to her senses, uncloggling her closed ears, cracking her eyes to face the speaker, and yanking her mind out the gutter. "Bonnibel." The voice spoke once more. Bonnibel shook herself out her haze and looked up embaresdly at her teacher. "Sorry ma'am." She uttered. "Its Ms." The teacher shut her down real quickly. The school had been practicing an immense amount of manners to put the girls back in their place and it seemed to be working. "I have paired you with your partner towards the back. Review your worksheets until told to stop." Bonnibel nodded her head quickly, pushing her chair from under her legs and equipping her thick books and worksheets. With one stride the teacher was gone and Bonnibel was left to locate her partner on her own. All around the room groups of two paired together and focused solely on the work ahead of them, except one girl. Pushed away towards the back of the class, Bonnibel spotted her partner. Blonde curls running down her back and noticeable strong red lipstick. She caught the eyes of Bonnibel immediately, her teeth not seizing to kneed on the waxy pink gum in her mouth. Bonnibel breathed in and approached the girl seated in the back. "Hi." The words croaked from the back of her throat in a odd sound, earning a smirk from the seated girl. "Hey. Vivian." She struck out her hand, Bonnibel taking a second to react but ultimately filling the space with a firm shake. Patting the plastic chair next to her with a gesture, she probed Bonnibel to sit, in which she did. Bonnibel set her textbooks on the wooden work surface and began to scan the paper, that is until something from the side caught her eye. She could see it well from the cornern of her eyes and she so dearly wanted to address it. A plastic baggy. Not just any plastic baggy, this one was different. Inside the wrap was one single pill. "See something you like?" The girl spoke cockily from her side. Instead of replying with a snarky comment, Bonnibel thoroughly thought through her remark. "How long do you get in confinement for drugs?" She spoke lowly. The girl smirked. "What? You plan on rating me out? Oh wait." The girls eyes widened, a chuckle escaping her mouth. "You must be Marceline's little friend hm?" She questioned, Bonnie nodding in response. "Im surprised she had it in her. You were the only one who made an effort." Her eyes trailed her differently. "She's my closest friend right now." Maybe even more than Finn and Jake but she chose not to say so. The girl pushed against her chair and slouched her head downward in thought. "A few months, nothing much." Months? Nothing much? All the questions speed at her with furious speed and perception. She wouldn't see Marceline for months. She wasn't aware of it, but the girl had dazed off into a haze with her eyes plastered on her fumbling fingers. "Hey dont think about it to much kid." Vivi slugged her shoulder with her hand, pulling her out of her daze. "You can hang with me until then." Bonnibel took her words to mind. Maybe, was the only thing her mind could assemble. Even under the noticeable absence of Marceline, Phobe had still refused to show her presences and Bonnibel didn't have any other friends outside of her and Marceline was gone, little did she know that the girl next to her was the exact reason. Vivian took the silent nod as an answer as Bonnibel focused on the words imprinted on the papers of the text book. "So." The blonde bimbo yawned and drew back to the stiff plastic beneath her. "Preacher's niece huh? You've been the talk of the school for some time." Now that was something she didn't expect to hear. Even though there was work to be done, Bonnibel found it more fitting to push the book to the side and get to the bottom of it. "Really?" She questioned, one eyebrow arched higher than the other. "Yup." She popped the p. "Your uncles the reason why so many girls attend here. When their parents would seek out help for their questioning child, he would recommend this place immediately." That bastard. To even be related to him was a burden on her side. Not only did she have to worry about Marceline, but her blood ties to the demon dressed in flesh. "I apologize on my behalf. I am so sorry that your mother would choose his bitter judgment over-" she was cut off by a snort and laugh from her partner. She didn't see as to why her words were such a knee slapper. "He didn't get me sent here, my moms the principle." She puffed. Her words caught Bonnibel by suprise. Right infront of her was the daughter of the principle. Vivian took her silence as a chance to speak. "My mom transferred me here from my other school due to my choice of life." She air quoted with her fingers. It made more sense now as to why the girl showed up late to class and the teacher spoke nothing of it. "Must be a luxury." Bonnie said, obtaining a broad beam and role of her striking blue eyes. "I guess you could say that a few things come to hand time to time. I could do stuff other girls couldn't do because I could get that teacher fired. I have my ways." Manipulative in a school like this was rare to the eye, but Vivian took every chance given. Bonnibel could only imagine the opulence that came. Now that was a tie of blood she wished she shared. That's a lie actually, Bonnibel herself wished she shared ties with Lady's family, some faces she's hadn't seen in a while. So neat, collected, simple- She cut herself off and pulled her attention back to Vivian. Her lipstick stained lips parted to speak."You wanna ditch right now?" She implored. On any other day Bonninel would've of said no. Class was far to important to excuse on any occasion. "I got beer." Obviously Vivian could catch a questioning face, and her offer further persuaded Bonnie to leave. Beer sealed the deal. Hunching over, Bonnibel pulled her sack into her grasp and began placing in her class studies one by one until full. "All set?" She nodded. "Oh Ms. Ramirez." Vivi batted her eyes slowly, drawing the teacher and a few curious students attention away from the assignments stacked neatly on the wood. "My mother requested that she awaits the arrival of Bonnibel. We'll be off now." The words "mother" fazed the teacher to the point of no question. When Ms. Ramirez set back to grading the papers, Vivian stood from the desk and trudged through the door with Bonnibel hot on her tail.

Her room was everything Bonnibel expected. Most of the things banned from any other room could be found here. Lights that dangled from the wall and lit the room red, posters of pulp ficiton and other late 90's movies, no roomate, and sheets of red that fitted her bed. Bonnibel could feel her jaw detach in awe as Vivian foarged through her closet. "I can see you like red." Bonnibel gazed around at the content which consisted of the color that supplied their bodies. A bit more of shuffling was heard prior to Vivi pulling out a case of beer. "It's a intriguing shade." Bonnibel set herself on the bed and watched Vivian clutch another bottle in her hand after handing her one. "Where do you even get these?" She eyed the bottle while Vivi smirked, plooping down next to Bonnibel on the cot. "I tell the janitor to fetch stuff for me or I'd tell my mother he touched me inappropriately." She sure had a way with words. "Cold." Summoned Bonnibel, just at Vivi cracked the top of her container. "A icy victory." She chimmed, consuming a swig of the pungent liquid. It took Bonnibel a second to warm up to her occupancy, but sooner than later she was downing the beer alongside Vivi. This wasn't usual to the girl but she needed something, no anything to tame her mind away at the moment. After a while, one bottle turned into two and there they sat, both giggling messes after a few bottles under the light atmosphere that filled the room. Both girls seized to laugh once the thick joyful tension eased and the quiet returned. "Bonnibel?" Vivian called out. "Yeah?" She retorted. "What are you here for? I mean at this school?" Her words mumbled together in her mouth and exited in a slur. It took a moment for her influenced mind to remember, but once so she responded. "My uncle caught me with my girlfriend." She garbled. Vivi chuckled drunkly. "How so?" Bonnibel shrugged her shoulders like there was no care in the world. "We were touching eachother." Laughter erupted softly at her own words. Once settled down, Bonnibel faced Vivian to find her staring back with the corner of her lips pulled upwards. "Did she touch you like this?" The meaning of the words were unknown until Vivi planted her hand on Bonnibel's upper thigh, just below the wisk of her skirt. The hazel eyes looked down at the hand that stroked her leg and looked up to the perpetrator, the same look coating their faces. With no hesitation, Vivi leaned forward and pressed her lips against Bonnibel, who responded the same. Their wet kisses mangled into one drunkly as their bodys grew closer and closer upon pressing against one another. With one hand placed firm on her waist and the other holding her backside, Vivian lowered Bonnibel on the bed quickly and hovered over her with her lips still intact. Netheir girls were in their right mind to know the acts they were engaging upon, but Bonnibel only knew it felt good. It was a relif to even be touched this way from inside of the school. She hadn't been touched at all since the departure of her ex girlfriend but Vivian was doing a good job as a filler. Throwing one of her legs over Vivian, Bonnibel pulled her down closer within herself as Vivi began fiddling with unbuttoning the collared shirt. Though they had to seize their sloppy kisses, both girls made sure their tops were stripped and thrown to the floor. Vivian countinued to ravage Bonnibel's lips with her own and listen to the moans and groans that further fueled her, her hand trailing down the soft skin of Bonnibel and enter through her skirt as the other handled the skin present on her chest. Moans scattered through the room, heads thrown back in ecstasy, the movement and tug of waist, and the tight grip the hands had on the sheets, their shared encounters were much of a stress reliever.