my collection of badboy!adrien and badgirl!marinette, because my philosophy is no happy endings plus i'm just in a destroying innocence mood today. sorry i'm trash
-dee
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When Marinette walked into her seat that morning (late, of course) there was an unfamiliar head with an unfamiliar visage in front of her. She plopped into her chair, thumping her bag down on the floor, and glared at her teacher.
"Marinette," Ms. Bustier frowned, "this is your third absence this year, and it's only the fourth day of school. Do I need to have a conversation with your parents?"
"Go ahead," she yawned, "they won't care."
"Marinette—"
"What, old woman? Are you going to continue your boring lesson or make me listen to the same lecture that I've been getting every day for the past two years?"
Ms. Bustier let out a half-hearted sigh and continued. Marinette rolled her eyes and doodled in her notebook with one hand while she tapped her best friend's shoulder with the other. "Hey, Alya. Who's the new guy?"
Alya leant over and whispered in her ear, "He's some new rich dude who got kicked out of the last school he went to. He stopped talking when you came in, but man, he was totally starting a storm before that. You might have some competition for school badass."
Marinette raised her eyebrow at the blond head in front of her as she took in the words. "Really?" she asked, rhetorically.