this is part two (part one was the last drabble) (from now on, these'll all be different plotlines and nonlinear)
x dee
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Marinette was, quite frankly, planning on simply avoiding the new guy until they had to communicate. She left the room before him with Alya and was heading for her next class when he cornered her against the wall, her chest to the cold bricks. Marinette sighed and rolled her eyes as she turned around, gesturing for Alya to continue to their next class. Her best friend looked suspiciously at the new boy, whispering into Mari's ear to call if she needed help, before continuing on her way.
She turned around to see perfectly messy hair, dark green eyes, and a cold smirk. "And who are you?" she snarled.
"I heard you with your friend. I think you know," he hissed back, cornering her farther into the wall. He glared into her eyes for one second before his gaze softened. "You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?"
He wasn't too bad either, but she rolled her eyes. "Call me that again and I'll break your nose."
He lifted his hand to his mouth in mock anger, one arm still pinning her against the wall. "Feisty too, I see."
The bell rang. Neither of them moved. She scanned his eyes before pushing him away. "We're going to be late."
He laughed. "Like you care. Scared, are you?"
"You wish," she shrugged and turned her back on him.
His startling eyes traced her walking path into the classroom.
"I think you are, Miss Marinette."