It seemed like a perfectly good idea to Chloé at the time. After all, the plan was simple enough and it wouldn't cause her to break a well-polished and paid for nail painting.

All she would have to do was sit in the back of the classroom in that vacant seat, get away with doing nothing, as per usual, and admire Adrien Agreste from afar without looking too desperate.

There was, however, one problem to an otherwise flawless plan: that red haired artist freak.

Ever since the "Evillustrator" incident, Chloé avoided Nathanaël like the plague, though she just wrote it off as being disgusted by his fashion sense.

"Move your cheap art supplies to the other side of the desk so it doesn't have to touch my things," She ordered, not caring whether or not he denied her request because she knew he would either way.

Despite grumbling at the demand, the artist complied, talking back under his breath, "I have a name, you know."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just move out of the way."

Trying to scoot closer to the edge of the table so she could get a perfect view where Marinette's head wasn't in the way, Chloé hadn't realized where her arm rested.

"Watch where you're elbow is!"

"Excuse me? I'll put my elbow wherever I want t- why is it black!? "

Nathanaël didn't even bother to look at her, just grabbing her now blackened joint and showing her the damage she had done to his sketch, "See what you did? Skin oils...all over my drawing…"

"Oh, boo hoo! Who cares about your drawing? Look at what you did to my arm !"

Of course, all of their bickering was in hushed tones so Ms. Bustier wouldn't hear them, but other students began to notice their usually quiet classmate speaking out.

"You are so conceited and cruel! Do you even know how long it took me to draw this?"

"No," She scoffed, "Does it really matter? I just got a tan and now it's ruined because of you!"

"Can you for at least one second realize how much you blurred my sket-"

"It's soooo ruined!"

God, why does this selfish girl look like she wants to break out in tears over a fake tan? He asked himself, but he didn't want to draw attention to them.

"Look, Chloé. Just give me your elbow…"

"What? So you can finish the job and tint my whole body? No thank y-"

Before she could respond, he reached into his bag, took out a handkerchief, spit on it, and rubbed it over her elbow.

"Eww! What do you think you're doing!?"

"Trying to take the 'tint' off of you so you can stop wailing like I killed your kitty or something…"

At first she was disgusted and enraged, but later considered the fact that at least he had the decency not to use some common towel or a tissue to clean her arm.

"You know what? Fine. Clean it all you want, but I still want to sit where I can see Adrien. If I look at him from here, I have to see Marinette's ugly head."

For a while, only silence followed her comment, but he replied, "Why don't you like Marinette?"

"We can't all have huuuuge crushes on her like you do, Nathanaël. Why don't you like Adrien?"

"I guess we can't all have huuuuge crushes on him like you do, Chloé," He replied, mimicking her voice as he tried to fix the lines she just blurred.

His quick quip back at her made the blonde sneer at him. Did becoming the Evillustrator for a short while make him more confident or something? He used to be as timid as Rose, so what exactly happened?

In the end, she didn't want him to have the last laugh, so Chloé, like the... complicated girl she was, reopened their dispute.

"So, I guess you're drawing Marinette again , right? She's a terrible model. Why draw her when there's someone who obviously has more... symmetrical facial features?"

Nathanaël pondered the thought for a second and turned away to avoid eye contact, "Hmm...you know what? You're right, Chloé. I think that... Nino has the most symmetrical of faces. Thanks for your artistic viewpoint. I couldn't have done it without you!"

"Pfft, are you kidding me!?" She practically shrieked, more riled up by his response than she thought possible within her large range of two emotions, "Nino has the most asymmetrical face ever! I meant me , you idiot!"

"Oh, you? Hm...I'll have to pass. You see, the thing about being an artist is that you have to actually enjoy being in the company of your muse. Don't worry though, I'm sure your father has plenty of world famous artists he can pay to draw your tight face."

"You…! Y-You! You tomato haired, unstylish, art obsessed freak!" She ranted, not realizing that her voice raised in volume with every insult, "Admiring Adrien isn't worth it if I have to sit next to you and your stupid cartoony sketch stuff! Ugh! Have fun being alone!"

Rising from her seat dramatically, she began walking back to her original seat next to Sabrina, despite the fact that the class was still in session, but was stopped when the freak grabbed her wrist.

"Chloé...I...want to apologize...for what I said. When I suggested that you should commission other artists to draw you, I lied. If any artist had to put up with you, all of Paris would be erased by Evillustrators, so forget what I said. You don't deserve to be drawn, Ms. Bourgeois."

Wait a second, does she...actually look hurt by what I said to her? Nathanaël thought as he peered at the girl, head facing the ground and trotting back to her original seat slower than usual. Why would that hurt her feelings and why is everyone looking at me like I broke her heart? She's the one who turns us all into victims of those weird butterflies. Is a drawing of her that important?

The class resumed after their spat without interruption, but something was off to the artist. Every now and again as he drew, he found himself glancing up at Chloé. About the sixth time he did, the bell rung and their eyes locked.

They looked more dull; the usual bright azure color that he actually seemed to like about them, was gone. What did he do wrong? Didn't everyone want to tell her off? Why was he the bad guy?

Upon gathering his things and heading towards the door, Nathanaël was blocked by Adrien and Sabrina, both looking distraught and disappointed.

"If this is about Chl-"

"She...She has issues with artists," Sabrina sighed, looking straight at the red head.

"Issues?"

Adrien looked away, not wanting to seem too stern, "Her mother was... is and artist. A freelance artist."

"Freelance? You mean she's an artist that just employs herself and goes wherever she wants? That sounds nice…"

"Nice? Nathanaël, she left Chloé when she was a baby so she could pursue a career as a painter. She hasn't really even ever met her mother and the only thing she has to remember her by is that necklace. "

Looking out the window from the classroom, he could see her not even bothering to do her usual after-every-class hair primp; it hurt to look at her.

"H-How was I supposed to know that though? She never says anything, just acts mean to me all the time! Especially me!"

Pointing to the bag holding his art supplies and sketchbook, the ginger girl looked almost sad, "You're an artist. You know she always gets what she wants, but only by pretending to hate people."

"Dude, she likes clothes, but I think the thing she wants the most is for her mom to come back. It hurts a bit more knowing that most of the muses for her paintings are girls her age."

Nathanaël glanced back one more time before making up his mind, "I'll apologize...to Chloé."

"I think that's a good start," the model added, "but you hit a really sore spot on her. Try to think of something that shows you're really sorry."

"Alright, I'll try. Just make sure she isn't making anyone evil again while I do, okay?"

"I can't say that isn't going to happen, so work fast, Nathanaël. I don't even want to think of what will happen to her this time. Chat Noir, despite being super strong, can't battle her forever."

"Wait, isn't Ladybug usually the one who bea-"

"Hahaha, we'll see you later. Good luck!" Adrien rushed, trying to avoid the question for some reason as he and Sabrina left the artist alone in the room.

What should I do to make it up to her?

"Is my face really that tight?" The blonde asked herself, stretching her face in front of her very large mirror, "No...I'm perfect! What do they know?"

Her attempts to reassure herself were in vain when she suddenly set her eyes upon The Woman in Gold , a painting, or replication, by Gustav Klimt.

"What's so special about you? Why are you so beautiful that others want to paint you, huh!? You probably had to ask your daddy for favors to-"

"Ms. Bourgeois, a boy has come to see you," Her butler called out from the door frame.

Immediately assuming it was Adrien who was worried, Chloé combed her hair furiously with her hand in an attempt to make it less frizzy, and pressed her eyes as to make it look as though she wasn't just crying, which she definitely wasn't.

"Wait! Don't come in here!"

Finally finishing her primping, the mayor's daughter emerged from her room with a large grin only for it to be dropped when she saw exactly who came to visit.

"Oh...What do you want?"

Upon seeing her reaction, Nathanaël felt like he was going to scream inside.

You can apologize to... her . Don't worry about what she'll think, it's your fault. He relayed in his mind.

"Ah, about earlier, Chloé," He started, then suddenly felt the awkward atmosphere and her butler staring at him from behind, "...is he going to stand there the whole time?"

As if right on cue, the rich girl turned to the taller servant, "Ahem! Leave us!"

"Yes, Ms. Bourgeois."

After the man excused himself, the teen walked into the room, almost tripping over a pair of shoes.

"Gah!"

"Careful! Those are Louis Vuittons!" She exclaimed, clearly more worried about the shoes than whether or not he had twisted his ankle.

"Thanks for the concern…I didn't come here to fall on my face, though."

Picking up the pair of Symphony Strap Sandals, Chloé walked back to her closet, trying to avoid looking at him, "What else would you come here for? To tell me more about my tight face? If that's what you're worried about, I already plan to have plastic surgery in the future so you can leave."

"Chloé, that's not at all what I came here for. I wanted to say I was...sorry for what I said earlier today." The boy admitted, sticking his large bang behind his ear in an attempt to show sincerity. The eyes were the window to the soul, weren't they?

"Did you really think I was going to forgive you that easil-"

"Of course I didn't. That's why I dr-Oh my god, is that a Klimt painting!?"

Dropping everything, which ultimately caused his sketchbook to fall out of his bag and open on the ground, the art fanatic practically ran over and analyzed every detail.

"That? No, it was an expensive reproduction. I asked Daddy for the real one, but you can't own a painting that already hangs in the Neue Galerie."

"You know about the painting?" He asked, truly baffled by her hidden knowledge of art.

"Um, duh! I lov-I mean...I like Gustav Klimt's paintings. He uses tons of gold tones, and you know I love gold."

Hold on, Nathanaël thought to himself, coming to a mental halt, Chloé actually knows things that aren't fashion and Adrien?

"Hello? Are you listening to me, Na-...you freak? Why did you come here besides apologizing? Couldn't you have told me this at school?"

"I actually had something to give you…"

"If it's a drawing of Marinette, I'm not interested and definitely offended ," She sassed, sitting on the edge of her bed and crossing her legs while waiting expectantly.

Following her back to her bed after picking up his things, Nathanaël flipped to his newest sketch, "Why would I show you that? You would probably throw me off of your balcony if I showed you one of those. It's a…"

How am I supposed to tell her that I drew her? Just say "Hey, here's some art that you hate. I hope you accept my apology"? She'd probably throw me and my art off of the balc-

"Ugh! You really need to stop forgetting that you're standing in front of people when you go all crazy and quiet." The girl suggested, suddenly a few inches from his face.

"Ahh! W-When did you move off of the b-"

Her face instantly lit up, "Is that me?"

"W-Well, I t-tried? I mean, it's, uh, it's not really finished yet, but I know you wanted me to draw you a-"

"Why did you suddenly decide to draw me?"

"Because I felt bad and I know that what I said hurt you," He answered, subconsciously walking around her in a circle, "I just thought that this would make you happy, Chl-Ah!"

"W-Wait! Stop falling on me!"

And just like that, the smaller boy was straddled on top of the most popular and rich girl at their school. But like all good things, it had to come to an end, and unfortunately for him, it was her father who ended it.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Chloé! Darling, are you in there?"

A moment of silence followed, both Nathanaël and the girl under him being as quiet as possible so her father wouldn't enter the room.

Once the coast was clear, he got off her as fast as he fell, "S-Sorry."

"The only thing you have to be sorry about is three things."

"Wait, three? You said the on-"

"Number one! You made me fall on the ground and now my sweater and white pants are dusty! Number two! You need better conditioner. And lastly, number three! Your drawing is okay, but I look more like Marinette than myself and it makes me sick!"

Oh jeez, I knew this would probably happen.

"Alright," He tried to calm her, "How about this. I draw you, uh, now? You could just lay on one of your couches and I can sketch you until you're satisfied. How does that sound?"

"If you think I want you to draw me like 'one of your French girls' then you've got another thing comi-

"No, no, no, no! Do I look like I have the Heart of the Ocean for you to wear?"

"I have a replica."

"Oh for the love of-...Just sit down before I make you sit down."

The blonde gasped dramatically, "Wha-? You're going to make me sit down? I'd like to see you try, shorty. Wait, what are you do-HEY, PUT ME DOWN!"

"I will when you sit down!"

Chloé felt her heart rate quicken, Since when was he so strong!? What has he been doing, lifting clay for sculpting!?

"And...here we are," He affirmed, setting her down surprisingly lightly.

"Hmph! Fine, let's just get this over with. What's your payment?"

"It's free."

"Free? Haha, nothing is free, Nathanaël!" She laughed, not realizing what just came out of her mouth.

"You just called me by my name. You're probably sick or something, that's why it's free."

"Oh, stop joking around. All artists have to make money somehow. Painters just think they can go wherever they want-"

"Chloé, if you keep talking I can't dra-"

"-and do whatever they think is fun for them! How is that good for anyone else, huh? How does it be-"

"Chl-"

"-nefit anyone else? Definitely not me! Artists are the w-Mph!"

She was so busy ranting about her hate for artists, that she didn't even notice that one had just kissed her...and she liked it.

"Will you pose now?"

"I...W-Why did y-"

"Shh. Just smile, alright? You look better when you smile, Chloé."

"You...Y-You…!"

"Your welcome, Ms. Bourgeois."