Plan Bee
Chapter One
Chloé Bourgeois was a perfect young lady, thanks for wondering. She was sure of it: she had proof of it. She made sure to wake up early for her morning jog (she used the treadmill in her personal gym hall because hell no was she going under that scorching sun), religiously checked her waistline and weight after a brisk shower, and spent the rest of this daily routine in applying branded cosmetics over every centimeter of her small face.
As she busied herself, she could hear Pollen, her bee-like Kwami, buzzing about a fresh bouquet atop her wooden table.
Once she was done, she looked herself over in the tall mirror affixed to her wardrobe. From her middle school days where she had first experimented with makeup, this delicate procedure had now been drastically adjusted. Now in her final year of high school, she had begun searching for new trends to follow.
Her latest obsession was the Korean style, which favoured dewy porcelain skin and soft colours. It made her stand out from the other popular girls at school, who all looked the same with their sunkissed bodies and bold face paint – whatever trend they tried to recreate wasn't what Chloé would call makeup.
Satisfied with her appearance, she turned around and headed for her table. She grabbed a brush and carefully untangled her bedhead. "Ah – ouch!" she muttered, as the thick tendrils of the brush caught onto a strand.
"Do you need help?" asked Pollen, circling around her Miraculous holder.
"No, no, I've got it," replied Chloé, slightly irked and waving her free hand dismissively. Pollen shrugged and immediately flew back to her breakfast. As she merrily fed on the nectar of a lily, she quietly observed Chloé battle with her lengthy blond mess. The light honey-hued hair took a while to tame, but Miss Bourgeois finally came out victorious.
After this step, came the painstaking moment where she ensured that the long locks framing her heart-shaped face were parted precisely down the middle. Sighing, Chloé swiftly gathered her hair into a neat bun and, grabbing her haircomb-shaped Miraculous lying next to the flower vase, pinned the result into place.
Compared to her morning activities, the car ride to school was quick and uneventful. She got out, waved briefly to the family butler-slash-driver, Jean – she had finally memorized his name after years of debating between Jean-Pierre, Jean-Pascal, and Jean-Philippe.
She had been so sure his name was Jean-Bernard…
"If it isn't Chloé!" was the first thing she heard as soon as she entered the crowded campus.
Ah, Sabrina, her used-to-be best friend.
Seriously, why was she speaking to Chloé?
"Why are you talking to me?" answered Chloé, raising a delicately trimmed eyebrow. As soon as she turned to face Sabrina, she noticed that the latter had curled the lower half of her straight ginger bob. Her cocked eyebrow shot out of sight when she noted the group of girls – and boys – surrounding Sabrina Raincomprix.
How much did she pay them to befriend her?
"How m—," began Chloé but she quickly caught herself. If she were to get into trouble on the first day of school, it would spoil her mood for the remainder of the year. With her viper tongue, she had already antagonised her entire batch from their first year here. She could not afford upsetting the teaching body as well.
"—How marvelously cute your hair is," continued Chloé in her well-rehearsed sugary voice. She usually used it with teachers and adults. Her upturned eyes softened into the sweetest smile she could muster – it looked genuine, judging by the pinkish glow in the boys' cheeks.
Ah ! Her new makeup style was working its wonders.
The girls, including Sabrina, merely glared at her. She fixed them with innocent blue eyes, her small mouth pressed into a light pout.
"Oh, hey! Chloé," she heard from behind. She didn't need to check around her to know whom that voice belonged to.
"Adrichou!" greeted Chloé, her pitch rising to an almost-squeal of joy.
Her gaze fell on Adrien Agreste, the school's oblivious heartthrob with his bright green eyes and tousled blond hair.
However, her good mood soon shattered. Next to him stood his new girlfriend, a dark-haired girl with sky-blue irises that stared at Chloé.
"Hello, Dupain-Cheng," she greeted monotonously. Her lower lip trembled ever-so-slightly. Ever since she had learnt that they were dating, Chloé had discarded any semblance of familiarity between herself and said new girlfriend, Marinette.
Chloé Bourgeois did not bother waiting for a response. She hurried past the couple, ignored Sabrina's protests, and disappeared into the main building.
Thank goodness she had brought along her emergency makeup purse. She would have to touch up her eyes after a good sob in the bathroom…
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[Author's Note]
Thank you for reading! This is my first try at writing a Miraculous fanfic, in which we see everyone in their late teens.
Please leave your thoughts on this first chapter in the reviews! :)