"Marinette come on!" Alya shouted, as she dragged her best friend outside the school's building.

"Alya you can't possibly make me do this!What if he rejects me!" Marinette panicked as she struggled to get free from the red-heads grasp, "he'll say no, and then Chloe will eventually find out about it and tell everyone and I'll be the laughing stock, AND Adrien and I will never grow up and get married and have three children two dogs and maybe a cat and a hamster named-"

Alya stopped and covered Marinette's mouth before she continued to blunder on. "Come on girl, you have to tell him sometime. All your other attempts have backfired and today I'll be there when you confess to Adrien that you dream about him every night and basically stalk him."

Marinette huffed and folded her arms. "I do not stalk him! And besides you know almost what I do every day." she defended.

"Because we are best friends, and because you don't do anything but design clothes and go to school." If only Alya knew that Marinette wasn't only an ordinary teenage girl- not to mention shy. But the navy blue haired girl couldn't tell even her own best friend that her alter ego was Ladybug. It's not like she didn't want to tell her- she didn't have much of a choice. She did it to protect the ones she loved- like Adrien.

Marinette sighed in defeat and stood tall. She glanced over at Adrien, who was waving goodbye to…Chloe. Her eyes widened. "What's up with you Marinette? You look like someone killed Adrien." Alya chuckled, until Marinette grabbed her shoulders firmly. "Why was Adrien talking to Chloe?! And why was he smiling?" Marinette whisper shouted at Alya while pointing to the two.

She shrugged. "Probably slobbering up to him like always. What's the big deal? Adrien talks to everyone. He's a famous model, remember?" Alya said in a duh-it's-obvious- tone. The Martiniquian girl grabbed her friend's hand again. "C'mon how bad could this go-"

"Well if it isn't my wonderful classmates Marinette and Alma!"

Alya rolled her eyes in exasperation. "It's Alya." "Yeah whatever, anyways you girls are invited as special guests to my awesome party! It's tonight at 6:30 pm!" Chloe chirped, much to the two best friend's the annoyance. Chloe's assistant and only "friend" Sabrina handed each of them a golden envelope (no surprise there) with the name "Chloe Bourgeois" in gold in a cursive font.

"Yeah that's great and all Chloe but what's the catch?" Chloe looked surprised at Marinette's question but just smiled widely. Alya flinched. "Please don't smile like that."

Chloe ignored her comment and turned her attention back to Marinette. "Oh you'll see when you get there. I also gave invitations to Adrien and that DJ boy Nemo! Tata!" with that, Chloe sashayed to her limo, with Sabrina lingering behind.

Alya and Marinette exchanged confused glances. Chloe knew for a fact that Marinette despised her as much as she despised the bluenette. Something was up, and it wasn't just Chloe's annoyingly high ponytail. Marinette still couldn't get over how Adrien had smiled when he was talking with Chloe. CHLOE of all people.


"So...we're going to that party." Alya said as her friend and she were hanging out in Marinette's bedroom. She was obviously glued to her phone, so she didn't bother to look up to see Marinette's shocked expression. The navy haired girl fell off the bed but quickly got up and shook her head rapidly. "No, no, no, no we cannot go to Chloe's party! This is Chloe we're talking about. The spoiled, self-centered Chloe I knew for six years of my life! She'll probably try to humiliate us!" Marinette rambled. Alya shook her head.

"Oh come on, Chloe's brain is intoxicated with hair spray, she'd never think of a good revenge plan. This has to be important. Sabrina's her only friend, she's probably desperate for more guests at her party."

Marinette thought for a moment. She laughed. "You're right about her stupidness….but-"

"Besides….Adrien's going to be there!" she sing-songed. Marinette managed to get up and take a seat in her baby pink bean bag chair. She slumped and rolled her bright cerulean blue eyes. She thought that Chloe, being the wealthy snob she was, probably wasn't being honest about the Adrien part. It wasn't surprising that a brat like her would lie, but after the way Adrien smiled at Chloe, Marinette was unfortunately starting to believe her.

"Nino said that he and Adrien got the invitations too. In fact, Adrien was the first one who was given an invite."

"No surprise there. But what if I embarrass myself in front of my own crush!" Marinette cried dramatically, earning a snicker from Alya. "Please this is a big deal for me. Chloe doesn't invite us to her parties. I don't think she's officially had a party- except her birthday probably I bet she gets a yacht or something. She may even get Ladybug and Chat Noir to arrive!" Marinette hung her head lower. Great. Another problem.

Not only would Marinette have to worry as going as herself, but also as Paris's famous heroine. But she couldn't really protest without revealing herself. The teenager decided that she had to face her fears of humiliation and try to impress her crush.

"Okay fine we'll go. But you have to ask Nino out." Marinette sighed in defeat. Alya scoffed. "Hello, I'm waiting for the right moment. And he should be asking me out. I'm not a fan of the Sadie Hawkins typed thing." The two girls laughed.