I woke up feeling drowsy, having not gotten enough sleep the previous night. I couldn't rest with a certain blue-eyed girl keeping me awake. I still don't understand what her problem is with me. I thought up a few ideas, like maybe I indirectly caused her not to become a model or that I remind her of someone she once knew and that upset her, but for each one there would be one thing that didn't make sense.

No, you know what? Who cares? It was my first day! I don't know anything about school or the people in it. It might not even be my fault. Maybe it was her, not him. I'm Adrien Agreste, the 'goodie-two-shoes' who does everything his father says, the boy who does fencing, piano lessons, modeling, and Chinese. If I can do all of that and still manage to smile throughout the day then I can handle one prissy little girl. If she has a problem with me, then fine! I'll just leave her be and mind my own business. It's not like she's the only person in the school, I can find other people to befriend who will actually give me a chance.

Although being seated next to her in all of my classes except for one is going to be tough to work around. We'll eventually have to partner up together on assignments, especially in chemistry labs. Well she does seem to be invested in her academics, hopefully when it counts she'll be willing to cooperate to get a good grade. And if not then… my father will pull me out for not having sufficient grades.

Sigh, this is going to be a long year.

By the time the limo arrives at the school entrance, a small circle had already formed. Though it was significantly smaller than yesterdays. Thank god, I don't know if I'd be able to go though having the entire female population plus some crowding me every morning.

Somehow, I'd managed to avoid a meeting with Chloe. I would've been more curious about that if it weren't for the fact that I'm still rather nervous about entering the classroom. Even though I told myself that I wouldn't let her get to me, this is only the second day. I would be lying if I said she didn't frighten me at all. Maybe I'll be used to it later on in the year, but her glare terrifies me. I feel as if I'm about to be burnt to ashes, taking the phrase "heated glare" literally.

Okay, just walk through the door. Avoid eye contact. See, you're doing it. Now just stride casually to your seat. That's it, wait you're to stiff. I said casual! Breathe…in and out. Alright, you have reached your destination. Now, take out your books and wait quietly for the teacher to arrive and start the lesson. Oh, no, no, don't you dare turn your head! But I can feel her looking at me! Well she's not anymore. Maybe just a peek…

I turn my head half way to the right …. Huh, not what I was expecting. Instead of seeing the angry scowl from yesterday, she wore a calm, almost bored, expression. So maybe she was just in a bad mood yesterday! Perhaps I could try again and then she'll give me a chance!

"Good morning." I try to convey the picture of total relaxation, yet on the inside I was trembling with anticipation.

"…" Though there wasn't any response from her, I did notice the way her eyebrows crinkled. I tend to look at the smallest of details, blame it on the model in me.

I take a deep breath before trying again, fully turning to face her, "Look, I don't know what your problem is with me, and I don't know much about school or people in general, but I do know that because we're seated next to each other, that makes us partners." She frowned at that. Jesus, is it really the end of the world for this girl to have to work with someone? I roll my eyes and explained "So, what I'm trying to say is that maybe we should at least tolerate one another if we want to pass the classes we have together. Understand?"

She contemplates this for a moment until she answers, "Fine. But you are only allowed to speak to me if the assignment requires we do so, capeesh?" The look in her eyes tell me that there's no room for argument.

But I venture anyways, "What if I can't grasp something and I need to ask for help?"

The smile she puts on is so fake, it's almost like she isn't even trying to cover it up. "That's what the teacher is for."

Well there's no need to be so rude about it. I'm not a baby. I grumble out a, "Thanks," and turn back to the front. What. A. Bitch. I normally wouldn't use that word because of how offensive I find it towards females, not to mention the dogs, but for this person I felt it had to be used. Even though she didn't hear it. Not like I'd want her to, she'd never collaborate properly with me then.

As the teacher came in to begin the day, I couldn't stop thinking about something that has been troubling me. Why is she so warm looking yet cold on the inside? She still looks too innocent to be someone truly unkind. I can see it behind her frown, dipped eyebrows, and uncaring eyes. I'm a model, remember? It's my job to know how to act and put on a fake smile for the cameras. Something must have happened to her. Could it be the loss of a loved one? Would I have ended up like her if I let my mother's death consume me? No, I know my father would be disappointed in me and shun me for letting down mother.

For some reason, I wasn't able to let this go. I kept thinking that maybe I could be the one to free her from her sorrows. That I was the new kid who melted the cold girl's heart, when she thought she had made sure no one would unfreeze it.

Call me crazy, but I think she just might be my new friend. My reasoning, that I know what it's like to be lonely. You can tell yourself all you want that it doesn't bother you, but eventually when you look around at everyone who has those who make them happy, you'll feel a sense of longing, wanting to have that. Then you'll realize that you're too late, and that there's no time to fix it, because you didn't try hard enough. You had the opportunities, you just never toke them. Now you're all alone, with nothing but your thoughts of sadness.

I can relate to that. I never interacted much with the other models or fencers because I didn't think they'd want to be friends with me. Really, I was just nervous about how to act around them. I didn't want to make a fool of myself. In hindsight, I find that I was just being idiotic and should've manned up. Even around Chloe I couldn't be my true self.

But I want to for her. She doesn't know it, but I plan on being best friends with her. If only I knew how… It's probably best if I find someone else first before I rush into this. I honestly have no idea where to start. Being friends with her before anyone else is like attempting to play Mozart before even touching a piano. Yeah, baby steps.

Still, there must be someway to have a normal conversation with her. Think, how to get a non-negative reaction from a fifteen-year-old girl that doesn't like anybody.

Oh, I know!

I pass a note to her ever so discreetly, wouldn't due to get in trouble on the second day of school. "Hey, do you think you could design a derby hat for me? I heard you're really good with fashion." Chloe mentioned once that some girl, who I now know is Marinette, saw her making clothes when she walked by her house one day. When she confronted Marinette about it, she said that Chloe should get her eyes checked from all the perfume she's been spraying in them. That brought a smile to my face. Though I am curious as to why hide it. Being a designer is nothing to be dishonest about. Finding a good one is hard to come by these days, and Marinette could make a prosperous career out of it.

The look of surprise on her face was evident by her slightly raised brows and confused frown. It only lasted for five seconds but it was enough for me. She didn't seem too upset about it though she did write something back,"I told you not to talk to me unless necessary."

Interesting, it seems like she's ignoring the subject at hand. "Oh, but I'm not talking to you. You never said anything about passing notes. Also, you never answered my question."

Now it seems she's trying to control her anger by breathing slowing. Very interesting, not only was I able to negotiate with her, but now I've managed a conversation, albeit notes. The initial surprise was what I was looking for but now that I've made her mad I think I'll rein it in a little.

She wears a blank face as she crumples the piece of paper silently and when the teacher turns away she places it roughly upon my side of the table. When I open it, I saw she had written something else, though I don't know how or when she did it.

"Don't. I won't say it again."

Well that didn't work. So, talking isn't going to work, no matter what form of communication it's in. I'm not going to give up though. There's got to be something that she would be interested in conversing about. I thought fashion would be a sound one because we were both in the industry, hers more secretive than mine. But if she wants it to stay a secret then I'll have to find something else. School didn't really appeal since I know little about it and I doubt she'd want to talk about literature comprehension or algebraic equations with me.

I look back at her to see that the same scowl from yesterday was steadily making its way onto her face. I guess I've exceeded my limit for today. And it's only first period. It's best not to push her past hers least I ruin my barely visible chance.

The rest of the day was more or less the same. I would ask a random question while she answered with a 'shut up'. I wasn't about to ask more than one. Small talk obviously wasn't her , it was worth a shot.

Though little progress was made today, I went home feeling much better than the day before. I was going to get her to be my friend, even if it's not worth it in the end.

I didn't see it as I left my last class of the day, but I somehow felt her watching me walk away with a pensive face. I planned for this year to be great but now, I can only hope for the best.

This chapter probably feels useless, but I think it's a good way to keep their bonding at a slow yet steady pace, don't you think? Though this was boring to write because I didn't know what more to put. Also if you were hoping for their relationship to blossom quickly then you'll be sorely disappointed. Marinette's not just going to open up out of the blow. I might take weeks before she finally speaks to him. Or not. We'll see.