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Started November 16, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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"I made a joke," Marianne said quickly, before Mare could intervene. "I apologize for my misbehaviour." Her one hand began rubbing at the wrist of the other with it's knuckles, causing faint red blotches to surface.

Mare nodded along. "I apologise for being rude, sir."
The teacher, Mr. Barrow, put up a hand to silence them. "I've reconsidered. I will lessen your detention to 3 hours."
Mare looked over at Marianne, eyes wide.

Oh thank god. “Thank you— thank you, Mr. Barrows.” Marianne managed, barely resisting a glance at Mare. “Will we be serving before or after school? Or at lunch?”

Mare held her breath. She couldn't come after school.
"Before."
She exhaled loudly. He shot her a glance but said nothing. "Next Monday to Wednesday, an hour a day."
Mare kept silent but nodded her understanding. "Dismissed," he said finally.
Mare pulled Marianne out of the class and leaned against the wall.
"That's done," she sighed, relieved.

Marianne let out a sigh of her own. "I thought he might murder us," she murmured jokingly, checking the time. "I'm about as relieved as you are right now, but we'll get more detention if we're not on time to our next classes. See you at lunch?" Their next two classes weren't with each other, unfortunately, but there would be plenty of time to meet up at lunch and in the afternoon.

Mare nodded, smiled, then turned to leave. She ran to her English class, arriving just as the class walked into the room.
She took her seat in the front row and took out her copy of Macbeth, eager to start and lose herself in Shakespeare's writing.
"Alright, let's get to it," Mr. Brown clapped his hands together.

(Kk)

Marianne pocketed a small wallet, shutting her locker and scanning the hall for Mare, hoping to intercept her before she could get to the cafeteria. She spotted her a few classes down, and wove through the crowd to get to her. "Mare!"

Mare turned toward Marianne when she heard her name called. A shy smile appeared on her face.
"Hey. How was Maths?"

Marianne's heart rate accelerated at the sight of that smile, but she was careful not to let it show. "Good, how was [insert Mare's class]?" She slipped her hands into the front pockets of her jeans. "Also, I have some money saved up, I was wondering if you'd like to go out for lunch today?" As a friend. Definitely as nothing more than a friend.

Mare knotted her hands together behind her back.
"I'd feel bad," she shook her head. "I don't have anything on me today."
She bit her lip, debating whether or not to say the next part of her sentence. Unless I buy tomorrow. Easy. Spit it out. She pursed her lips and stayed silent.

Marianne waved it away. "That's why I'm paying." She gave her friend a playful puppy-dog look. "Please?" Pleasepleaseplease.

"Then I'm buying tomorrow," Mare blurted out. She immediately looked down, turning red. Merde, t'es vraiment conne. Depuis quand tu dis des chose comme ca?
(Shit, you're dumb. Since when do you say things like that?)
(If me blurting out French sentences gets annoying just tell me I'll stop)

(no it's great, dw! adds character~)

Marianne's smile only grew, cheeks flushing slightly. She pulled her hair over one shoulder, just to have something to do with her hands. "Alright, it's a deal."

Mare's smile grew into a grin. "Awesome. It's a date."
She paused, mentally slapping herself. "I meant, like a moment in time. Like a time. Like, it's the 5th of November. That's a date," she rambled, trying to repair her slip up.

(AaAaAaAaAaAah—– wait I've said this before

how come?)

Marianne quickly helped her cover it up, hoping that she was, in fact, covering it up and not just correcting a mistake. "Yeah, don't worry I got you. There's this cute café a ten minute's walk away, want to give it a try?"

(sorry I forgot I'd said the same thing on the other XD)
"Sounds great," Mare answered quickly, desperate to smooth over her dumb, though honest remark. Well you were painfully quick to mess up, she thought scoldingly to herself. She walked towards the school doors, ignoring the other people around her except for Marianne. But she didn't dare reach for the girl's hand no matter how much she wanted to.

(lol np I do it a lot)

"Dykes."
Marianne whirled around, trying to pinpoint the source of the remark. She saw no one who looked especially suspect, so she turned around again, heart clenching painfully. Ignore it. "So, Mare," she started, hoping her friend hadn't heard anything. "Hungry?"

Mare bit her lip upon hearing the remark. No matter how much she told herself she didn't care, it stung. A lot.
"What? Oh, uh, yeah. Very, actually. Haven't eaten anything since yesterday lunch."

"What??" Marianne immediately turned concerned eyes to her friend, mind jumping to the worse possible scenario, i.e. anorexia. "Why? You need to eat, especially since you dance so much!"

Mare, caught off guard by Marianne's reaction, let out a nervous laugh. "I haven't eaten because I dance. My ballet company needs all of their dancers a certain weight for costumes, so I'm just making sure I'm in the right percentage," she explained.

The reply did not help to ease Marianne's worry. "But that's ridiculous of them to demand of you, it's not healthy! You need to eat!" she protested, brow furrowed.

Mare shrugged. "They make you start young enough for your body to be able to adapt and function normally with a smaller amount of food than average. So it's as if I was eating normally."
She lay a hand on Marianne's elbow, trying to calm her down. "Seriously. It doesn't affect me."

Marianne shook her head. "It's still not the amount of food you need daily. And besides, you've got good figure already, what more do they want?" She blushed as soon as the words were out of her mouth, realizing how they could be interpreted.

Mare bit down her smile, but decided to skip over the comment for both their sakes. "That's ballet for you. How about, as consolation, I let you buy me whatever you want, however big a portion it is, and I'll finish it." They exited the school building and were finally free of the stares.
Mare had a though and looked up eagerly. You know, if this hasn't disgusted you of ballet you should come to my show. It's in a couple weeks."
She rubbed the palm of her hand with her thumb, a nervous habit she'd de developed.

Marianne, relieved both at the fact that Mare seemed to have missed her regrettable comment and that she was finally going to eat, smiled widely, the sun playing on her hair. "It's a deal, and I would love to see your show! How much are tickets?"

"30 £/€/$ (idk where you are). I'll send you the link if you give me your number," Mare said tentatively.

($ is fine, lol thanks, hbu?)

Marianne's pulse immediately sped up. Stop, it's just a friend thing you idiot. "Yeah, sure." She pulled out her phone, opening her contacts app and giving Mare her number.

(I'm in £ :) )
Score.
She happily took the number. "Awesome. Now we're officially friends."
Friends. The word pained her.