There was more than one reason for Adrien's impromptu skip day. Not that he would be able to tell his father any of them, or even the school for that matter. And so, that is why he pretended to be sick, and asked Natalie to inform the school of his absence so he could avoid being in trouble for not showing up.
Natalie of course new he was lying, she had long since learned the tells, but today she could see the boy just needed a day off to himself so she played along. Accepting his excuse and even sending up comfort food from the kitchens to keep up appearances so he didn't know she knew that he was faking.
Sitting on the long white couch he sighed, once again feeling the sting of abandonment and of being used. Nino was one of his only real friends who didn't care about him being a famous model. Marinette and Alya came along with him, although he couldn't figure out why the bluenette was shy around him, but not anyone else. He knew, he visited her occasionally as Chat after she helped defeat the Evilustrator.
Plagg was his only companion after Natalie left him to his own devices, and he was busy wolfing down as much camembert cheese as he could eat. 'Disgusting', Adrien thought, 'how could he eat that smelly stuff?'
Finally staying in his room became too much for the teen, "Claws out!" He called, pulling Plagg into his ring and transforming into his superhero counterpart Chat Noir. At least he would feel wanted as Chat, he was sure of that.
With catlike grace and ease the boy left his room and found himself among the rooftops of Paris, enjoying the air and looking for something to do. People to help.
Red and black balloons and streamers decorating the street caught his eye, 'a festival!' He realized. The colors reminded him of his lady, and he wondered if perhaps the red were for Ladybug and the black for Chat. Feeling once again wanted and rejuvenated he jumped down, landing among the people with a smile, happy to greet the citizens of Paris who were fans of him and his partner.
Surprised gasps rang through the crowd, he had after all, for most of them, seemingly appeared out of thin air. One middle aged woman shrieked, holding her chest. Her companions glared venomously at him and his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. "Is she alright?" He asked, reaching a gloved hand out.
"Don't touch her!" One of the women snapped, "You'll just make it worse like always."
Chat blinked in surprise with wide eyes, and slowly retracted his hand. Holding it to his chest he felt his shoulders sag as her words repeated in his mind. "You'll just make it worse like always."
"I-I-" He started, trying to speak, but his emotions were running rampant and his words caught in his throat. "I didn't mean- I didn't meant to." He managed, backing up a few steps he tripped over someone's foot and landed with a thud on the ground.
"My foot!" The man hollered in anger, kneeling and grabbing his foot.
"I-I'm sorry- I did-didn't mean—" His breathing sped up and all he could hear were angry yells. Suddenly it all felt like too much for the young boy, and he used his staff and skills to get back to the roofs. The calls of "Get out of here!", "You ruin everything!" And "This celebration is for Ladybug only!" following him.
