SORRRRRRYYYYYY! I haven't updated since I created the story almost 2 months ago... Hope I make up for it though!

I walked to World History, thoughts of Marshall invading my brain and junk. Why does Cake hate him so much? What could he have done so horribly wrong that Cake, of all people, can't stand him?

I think I find my answer as I turn the corner. There, in the middle of the crowded hallway, is none other than Marshall Lee, going on some serious levels of PDA with some beach blonde skank with a grey mini skirt. I try to avoid the scene as much as a can, because I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the sight.

I walk into Room 210, where the next 1 hour of my life will be spent. So of coarse, who else but Marshall-flipping-Lee finds his way into the classroom with the skank trailing close behind. Damn it! Now I have to watch the dry-humping couple make lovey-dovey eyes at each other across the room. Great.


That. Was. HELL! I ended up sitting beside Skank while she constantly texted Marshall. If that weren't enough, the obsessive amount of times I saw him wink out other girls across the room was disgusting. This boy was a man-whore!

I was so caught in loathing for this Greek god, that when the bell rang signaling the end of class, I flipped my chair backwards. My books flew everywhere as I braced myself for the hard impact; it never came.

My eyes shot open to see my rescuer. Guess who? Marshall-man-whore-Lee, that's who.

"You okay sweetheart?" he smirks at me.

I glare back at him in anger. "I'm fine!" I snap back. Leaping from his arms, I reach down to gather my things. He reaches down to help.

"I'm Marshall Lee, but pretty ladies may call me Marsh!" he winks at me. "What might your name be?"

"Fionna. Listen, I don't want to get involved with you, so stay out of my life, okay?" I reply, annoyed by his pig-headedness already. I grab my things and storm out. No way will my life be turned upside down by this skank-bag loving, man-whoring, handsome, charming, Greek god. What the hell have I gotten myself into?