It was just another day for Marinette, well, almost. She was actually early for school today, she was really proud of herself, to be honest. When she walked in past the gates, she expected Alya to run up to her out of seemingly nowhere and make a big deal out of it, no Alya in sight. She brushed off the uncomfortable feeling slowly forming in her stomach. She went straight in to the classroom, realizing she hadn't passed any of her classmates on the way. That feeling was slowly growing, she tried to ignore it.

The small amount of chatter coming from the classroom died away when she walked in, everyone was looking at her. She suddenly felt very nervous. She saw Alya being the only person with her back turned. She walked towards her friend.

"Hey Alya, ummm... What's going on?". The reporter turned to her with cold eyes, something Marinette wasn't used to. That feeling was eating at her now.

"What's going on? I don't know Marinette, you tell me". What?

"Um, I'm not really sure what yo-"

"How could you not tell me, Mari?! I thought we were best friends! No secrets! But this, this is huge! Especially for me ! Not only am I your best friend, I am the most enthusiastic Ladybug blogger out there!" Oh no, no, no, no, this has something to do with Ladybug!

"Alya, what are you talking ab-"

"Oh my God. You're even denying it! I don't want any of that, 'it was a one time thing, I don't even know what happened myself, I swear I was going to tell you as soon as I saw you', crap, Okay?". Marinette was so confused, and it must have shown on her face, because Alya gave a disbelieving laugh, threw her hands in the air, tossed her phone to Mari, which she struggled to catch, and stormed out. She got cold stares from a few people across the room. She gaped at where her friend had left and turned on the phone, entering her password, what she was met with made her stomach drop. Photos. Four of them. They were of her and Chat Noir, snuggled under one of her pink blankets, with steaming mugs of hot chocolate in hand, sitting on her roof.

In the first one, she was laughing at something Chat had said, trying not to spill her drink, he had an affectionate smile on his face.

In the second one, she was tapping his nose with a teasing smile on her face as he smirked.

In the third one, it was considerably darker, showing just how long they had been there, and she noticed that there were times in the corners of them all. Her breath hitched as she saw herself resting her head on Chat's shoulder, a small smile on her face, and Chat's head on her own. His eyes were closed and he looked peaceful.

But the forth one made her heart stop. Again, it was darker, night time. The Parisian lights lit up there faces in a -she had to admit- pretty romantic looking setting. She was kissing Chat's cheek, a pink tint to her face, and Chat looked stunned, face covered in a very obvious blush, not hidden by his mask.

It wasn't what it looked like. Did they really look like that? She saw the way he was looking in each, but what surprised her was the way she looked in them. They looked comfortable and at ease. Did they really look like that? It seemed so different when she was there. She looked up from Alya's phone to look at her classmates. They were still giving her those looks. Some looked shocked or surprised, some looked hurt or angry. She didn't know what to do. Then Chloé sauntered up to her.

"Really, Maritrash? I didn't even think you would stoop as low as that mangy ally-cat". She bit back the He's not a mangy ally-cat, knowing she would dig herself deeper.

"I fully understand that first place was unobtainable for you, but really. Although, I guess I shouldn't be surprised, it is you, after all". Her grip tightened on the phone, feeling the pricks in her eyes, willing herself to not let Chloé get to her.

"I guess that a mangy ally-cat is the best you can hope for-"

"Stop calling him a mangy ally-cat!", she regret it as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Chloé looked like she had been slapped across the face. No one had ever talked back to her, or interrupted her. Marinette immediately knew that was the wrong thing to do. Not denying, or trying to explain herself, or running after Alya, or even defending herself, no, instead, she defended him. She couldn't bear to look up at anyone. She ran, already feeling the tears rolling down her face. She crashed into someone just outside the door, Alya's phone fell from her hand, forgotten.

"S-sorry", she muttered, trying to hide her tears. She looked up and saw Adrien staring down at her with a confused face on,

"Mari? What's wrong?", she got up and ran, not answering him, she couldn't bear to see his face.

"Marinette?!", she heard from behind her, her tears turned into sobs. Adrien stared after her, not knowing what to do. What the hell happened?! He saw the discarded phone on the floor, and picked it up. When he saw the photos he felt sick. It wasn't like that. They looked like she- it looked like they- this was all his fault.

A/N: What do you think? I really should have thought this through, because I have no idea were to go from here. Any suggestions? Please review, I want to know your thoughts. -Crys