Marianne sighed, prodding Mare's shoulder. "Either way, you need to eat dinner. You've barely eaten lunch, as it is!"
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Mare frowned down at her lunch. "Have you seen what they serve?"
Marianne fished through her lunch bag, emerging with an apple in hand. “Here.” She tossed it to Mare.
Mare attempted to catch the apple, but failed. It rolled away.
Laughing at herself, she went to pick it up. She bent down, grabbed it, and straightened too fast— a headrush assailed her and the stumbled, catching herself on the wall.
She shook it off, praying Isobel hasn't noticed. She walked back to her table and sat down, taking a bite of her apple.
Marianne's laugh died when she saw Mare stagger against the wall. Her girlfriend returned to the table, and she looked her over in concern. "Are you okay?? You look dizzy and a bit green."
Mare shook it off. "Fine." She gave Marianne a cock-eyed grin. "Told you the canteen food was bad."
Marianne snorted in laughter, but continued to study Mare. "You should eat something more though, that could be why you're so dizzy."
"Don't think so." She glanced over at the clock on the wall. "You know what, I should go. Spanish homework."
Marianne tilted her head to the side. "We have Spanish together, there was no homework. And besides, lunch is almost over anyways. I think I have a granola bar for you, give me a second."
"Marianne." Mare said brusquely. "I'm not hungry." Without another word she cleared the tray and left the canteen.
Marianne sat there, shocked as Mare left. Maybe.. maybe this relationship isn't a good idea… I've obviously done something wrong….. The bell rang, but she barely heard it. Something must have happened yesterday… but she won't tell me what it is. Maybe her dad said something?
Mare speed-walked to the bathroom. She already felt her stomah writhing at the assault of food. Shaking violently, she locked herself in a stall and sank to the floor. She pressed down on her stomach, hyperventilating. She felt the bile rising in her throat, welcomed it, held her breath and didn't swallow—
Once done, she rubbed away the tears and curled into a ball against the stall wall; she wasn't feeling better.
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Marianne walked back to her locker, head shrouded in deep fog. She barely registered each movement; doing the combination, opening the door, grabbing her binders. She was too busy trying to figure out what was going on.
The bell rang. Mare took a couple deep breaths and exited the bathroom. She rushed to her locker to get her Spanish things, unsure if Marianne would still be at their lockers.
Marianne closed her locker door just as Mare came back. She stood there, torn between running up to her and walking in the opposite direction. Mare evidently didn't want to talk to her right now…
Mare spotted Marianne. She nodded a greeting and quickly made her way to class, taking a seat far, far into the back of the roo.
Marianne waited a few seconds before following, taking the only empty seat left. The desk was diagonal to Mare's, a thought that made her heart twist– with what, she had no idea– and next to……. Ryan. Oh joy.
Mare followed Marianne's movement to a desk just diagonal from hers and next to Ryan. Ryan, of all people.
Mare shook her head at their luck and settled into her seat. After a while of Spanish chattering, Mare tore out of small piece of paper and strarted sribbling down a note.
Ryan's eyes shifted sideways to her, but she kept her gaze fixed firmly on her binder, determined not to give him attention. After another minute or so, he cleared his throat. "So, Marianne…" She ignored him.
Mare heard Ryan attempt to begin a conversation with Marianne. She hurriedly finished writing down her note and, accidentally dropping a pen near Marianne's table, she bent down to get it and dropped the note onto Marianne's table.
Marianne stared at the slip of paper for a split second before the realization dawned at her. She focused her eyes on Ryan— ugh— and brushed it into her lap with one hand, turning away for a second to read it.
Sorry about how unfortunately the seating. And sorry about the lunch.
Mare surreptitiously glanced up towards Marianne as she read the note.
Marianne covered the note with her hand so that Ryan wouldn't see it, flipping it over and quickly writing a reply on the back. Her heart soared.
It's fine, don't worry about it. I thought you were mad at me?
She stretched, dropping the note onto Mare's desk.
Mare grabbed the note and fumbled with it.
Never. It's most definitely not you.
She passed it back to Marianne around the side away from Ryan.
Marianne’s face broke into a smile when she read the note, though she quickly covered it up.
Then what is it? I’m worried about you.
She passed it back as discreetly as she could.
Mare paused above the paper. Should she be honest? Maybe it would be easier in this format.
It's hard to say. I don't know what you'll think.
Marianne's finger stalled for a moment, before she scribbled back a reply.
Why would I mind? Please, Mare, I want to help.
Mare toyed with her collar, unsure. That's what they all say.
Marianne felt hurt, but also extremely worried.
But I’m more than that to you, aren’t I? I would do that.
I… She paused. I guess so. I think I'm sick. She stared at her answer, fear heaving and swirling inside of her. She crumpled up the message and stuffed it into her pocket.