#marvinwayne

Smile ready, she knocked on the club’s door. When there was no response, her knocking only grew louder and more obnoxious. And she sure won’t be stopping anytime soon unless someone opened it.

And yet here he is, frowning at his homework, wondering why people are put through his hell. Marvin is sitting to his left, scrolling through his phone, an empty bowl of macaroni and cheese sitting next to him. With a sigh Lukas slumps in his seat and rests his head on the table, rubbing his face against his homework in hopes that it would solve something. It doesn’t. “This is haaard,” he whines. “Why is this so haaaaard? I’m gonna get held back again at this point.”

Her wristwatch read 2:20pm, their bake sale was going to start at 3. She came a little early with the pastries because she wanted the sale to start right on time. Charlie started at the containers of baked goods and tapped her chin, deciding how to set up the goods on the table. The baked goods couldn’t just be thrown in a random spot on the table. It needed to look appealing to the eye.  Grabbing the cupcakes first, she made sure that the ones with a really nice design on the top of the cupcake tray and the ones with an unappealing design went to the bottom.    That looks nice? Her eyes squinted at the table before grabbing the tray of brownies and placing them right next cupcake tray. “Where are the cookies?” She mumbled under breath as she reopened the containers. “I know we said that we were going to sell some. Unless they changed their mind about it.”  Charlie then shrugged her shoulders then started to set up the cake pops. She grabbed a flower designed box with holes on top, big enough to stick each cake pop in them. Looking down at her watch, it read 2:30. The time that they were supposed to start setting up.  It wasn’t just Charlie that was going to be selling it. She was paired up with Marvin. So, he should be coming soon, hopefully. While she waited, Charlie heard her stomach growl. Pulling out a couple bills from her pocket, she placed it on the table and grabbed one of the cake pops.

Her brow furrowed, and at the moment she wished she could reachunder her skirt and hold a needle instead of a pen. She couldn’t kill this boy, but oh, did she want to.The pen kept jumping between her fingers, propelled by mastery of control overthe power she had over them. “First ofall, I’m trying very hard not to stab you through the skull,” shedisclosed, not being in the business of keeping this kind of information fromthose she hated. “Second of all, I don’t like you. If that wasn’t obvious enough.I don’t trust your flimsy intellect though, Bat Jr. You broke up with Ari, soyou must be stupid. What kind ofslimy idiot breaks up with Ari?”