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Started November 16, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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"She's a nurse," Marianne responded, a smile tugging at her lips as an idea came to mind. After a brief moment of contemplation, she leaned forward and lay her head in Mare's lap, smothering a huge grin.

Mare smiled down at Marianne, twirling a strand of Marianne's hair around her finger. "I've always liked nurses. They help people."

Marianne's grin faltered for a split second. "Yeah–Um, yeah. What do your parents do?"

Mare didn't catch Marianne's reaction. "Nothing interesting. My dad's a CEO, my mom is back in school studying for a doctorate."
She blushed slightly, conscious that her family was well off.

(Yeah that’s what I meant
Maybe someone sees them holding hands or overhears a conversation?)

Marianna yawned, unlocking her locker without paying much attention to the mass of students around her.

Mare crept up behind Marianne and grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Good morning!"

Marianne initially jumped, startled, but the familiar voice brought a positively radiant smile to her face. “Mare!” she cried, whirling around to greet her “best friend”.

Mare grinned back, swinging her bag off of her back. "How was your morning?" she asked brightly, pulling open her locker.

“Pretty normal,” she answered, still grinning as she pulled a pile of binders from her bag. “You?”

"Same, same." She stretched her arm, intentionally brushing Marianne's hand with hers.
Without looking over she sorted through her books and closed her locker. "English?"

Marianne ignored the hiccup in her chest, nodding quickly. “Yeah.”

Mare set off towards English class, proudly meeting everyone's gaze as she went. She'd had a great weekend and was ready to take on the a**holes.

Marianne fell into step with her as they walked, side by side. When she caught a glare, shot her way by a redheaded junior, she blinked. What?

They were walking side by side. She caught some stares, but thought nothing of it. It happened in a lot in the high school corridor scene. But as they walked someone whispered. She only caught a word, but it was enough. Slowing down, she talked over her shoulder to Marianne.
"People are staring, right?" she asked quietly.

Marianne shifted uneasily, letting her eyes dart from student to student in the sunlit hallway. "I–I think so," she murmured back, wiping her clammy hands on the front of her jeans.

"Okay. Uh, I don't know what to do," Mare admitted nervously. She resisted taking Marianne's hand for comfort, knowing full well that was the last thing they needed. She attempted to sort through her racing thoughts, hands trembling.
"Oh," she breathed, realizing. "Ryan."

Marianne's eyes widened a fraction. "Shit," she breathed, raking a hand through her hair. "Shit, shit, shit." This was the last thing Mare—or her—needed. Rumours spreading like wildfire around the school? What if it got back to either of their parents?
"Do you–Do you want to skip?"

Mare took a sharp breath, clenching and unclenching her fist. She shrugged a shoulder, stare fixed straight ahead. "Would it help?" she whispered through a tight throat.

Marianne swallowed thickly, carefully steering her girlfriend around a group of murmuring guys. “We’d have to come back, anyways..”

She swiftly retreated into a the bathrooms, dragging Marianne along with her.
"Alright, listen," she demanded slightly roughly. "I think you should and before," her tone softened, "you say anything, Ryan already knows about me. Not about you, only me. Let me deal with this before you're more involved than you need to be. Please."

"I'm not going to abandon you!" Marianne protested, horrified at the notion of leaving her girlfriend alone in a situation like this. "We deal with this together, or we hide from it together. I'm not going to leave you with him. Besides—" Here, her voice grew firm. "Besides, if they knew about me, too, it might take some of the attention off of you. Let me be the freak in their eyes."

In the shelter of the closed bathroom, Mare gently pushed Marianne's hair out of her face.
"Marianne, no. You've already done so much for me and I want—" she hesitated. There was no going back if Marianne accepted to leave this on her. "I need to do this for you."

Marianne shook her head firmly, stubborn as a mule. "No. We both stay or we both go—or you go and I stay—I'm not leaving you alone here and that's final."