A/N: Thank you all for your support. I know I've been MIA. I've finally saved up for a new computer and trying to balance work. For those wondering, I'm still working on Fox Tails and it should be up within the next week. I've also been working of chapters for three other stories. Finally breaking through my writer's block.

Please enjoy and remember to leave a comment.

True Friends: Chapter 3: Not What She Seems

"So how are we feeling today?", Kitsi asked.

"A lot better really.", Marinette replied. After the incident days prior, her parents had put her on bed rest. Though she knew they wanted her to feel better, she felt guilty leaving them short handed and making them worry over her. Something they dismissed, wanting only for their daughter to regain her strength and focus on herself.

For Kitsi's part she had come to visit her. Whether it was a wellness check or to make sure Marinette was actually resting.

"I'm glad. As long as you're not trying to sneak out of bed or over work yourself.", she was happy.

"Now you sound like my parents.", Marinette commented, "Still thank you for caring so much.", it was nice.

"What are friends for.", Kitsi smiled, "Anyway I stopped by to lend a hand before I went to school.", apparently someone was coming to pick up a wedding cake and they needed extra hands.

"Speaking of which, how are things? At the school?", she asked carefully. She knew it was a tender subject for both of them. But, she still wanted to know.

Kitsi hummed a bit and gave a light shrug, "It's okay.", she supposed, "I've had to deal with some people, but nothing that couldn't be handled."

"Oh?", she blinked, "I'm sorry to bring it up. It's just after...that. I was just curious. And..."

"You don't have to apologize.", Kitsi said, "You have every right to ask question.", even if Kitsi didn't think she needed to be bothered with it, "Truth be told I may have said some things - a lot of things. And basically rubbed some people the wrong way.", down to the white meat.

"What happened?", Marinette asked curiously. She had been avoiding the subject for a while, but having heard about the confrontation, she was now needed details.

Kitsi hadn't said much about the incident. Especially in front of Marinette. She worried that it might cause her too much stress and couldn't risk her having another breakdown.

"Well while you were napping after the whole incident with Butterfly for Brains. I sorta went on the blog. The one he was doing against...Alya.", she said.

"Oh?", she listened as Kitsi explained how she basically crashed the live debate and basically took over for Donny after her name was brought into the discussion.

"Besides being called a monster and mindless beast, honestly I didn't stay to see the results.", if she stayed any longer she would have punched Marinette's computer screen.

"Oh Kitsi.", she frowned.

"It's fine Marinette.", she shook her head, "I'm pretty used to it. I mean, I've been called much worse if you can believe that.", honestly she expected worse.

"You shouldn't have been called anything like that in the first place.", it was wrong, "Your not a monster or a beast."

"I take it more as a compliment to my strength and ability to sustain myself in combat.", so she didn't worry about it as many might think, "I don't care what people think of me. I'm the one going out there, not them. And if I have to put my fists up, then I'm fine with that too."

Marinette gave a small, yet worried smile. While she had no doubts about Kitsi being able to handle herself. She worried that she was putting too much on herself for the sake of others. She put herself in harm's way almost everyday when it situations arise. Running into battles with little to no hesitation. Promising to fight. Even if she lost, she vowed to come back.

Kitsi was a fighter.

Marinette admired her. But, feared for her.

"Just try not to put too much on yourself."

Kitsi just gave a small laugh, "I'll try. But, I make no promises.", even she had her buttons.

"I just don't want you to get in trouble.", especially over things she didn't control, "I just don't want you to gain any unneeded negative emotions."

"I should be asking how your doing? No butterflies giving you trouble.", she hoped as she peered around.

"No it's fine. I think these naps really helped.", especially with the tea her mom made her, "Thank you again. For saving me."

"Anytime.", she gave a small smile, "If you ever need to talk about anything, I'm only a phone call away."

"Same to you.", she smiled back, "Friends?"

"Always.", she bumped her knuckles, "So when do you think you'll be able to come back to school?", she asked carefully bringing up her return to classes. While she couldn't deny she missed hanging out together and seeing her around school. She also wouldn't deny her contempt of having her back at school. Especially with things the way they were now.

"Well actually this morning the strangest thing happened.", the school, the headmaster, had called her house this morning. Before my parents could even get a greeting in, the headmaster had been apologizing for having suspended their daughter so suddenly and had welcomed her back.

"Oh did they?", somehow Kitsi wasn't surprised. After the conversation yesterday she was sure the school had caught wind of it. No doubt the headmaster had kept his promise to do an actual investigation. Whether out of common sense or the backlash this would have on the school and the administration. Or more likely he was genuine with his words. She knew he wasn't a bad person. Just made decisions that seemed good at the time. Even his quirky, Owl, persona had grown on her.

"My suspension has been lifted and I can comeback when I'm ready.", she said with a light smile, "What do you think?"

"I pictured more groveling.", lots and lots of groveling, prostrating, and apologizing.

"Isn't that a bit much?"

"Marinette.", she began, "As much as I try to make light of certain situations. At this particular moment, I want feet kissing and begs for forgiveness.", groveling was only the beginning, "I'm still fuming that you of all people got suspended.", and nearly had a panic attack from the stress she had been under. And nearly being akumatized was the cherry on top the cluster-mess up.

"I know.", she exhaled, "I was pretty upset about it myself.", disappointed and angry and above all else sad, "I don't know if I'm going to be back at school anytime soon. Is that okay?"

"You take all the time you need.", her health was the only concern and she deserved some rest, "Remember just because you want to fight for other people's smiles. Never forget your here too.", and her happiness was worth just as much as everyone else's, "Meanwhile, I'll be keeping things straight at school until your ready to come back.", and since they were going to be desk mates she was going to make sure she was just as comfortable, if not more then her old seat.

"And before I forget, you got a letter.", she nearly forgot the other reason she had come, For you."

"A letter? For you?", from who?

"Actually it's a note.", she said, "From Adrien~"

"A-Adrien sent this?", she blinked, "He letter me sent...no I mean. He wrote to me?"

Kitsi chuckled a bit, "Yeah. He asked me to hand deliver it to you.", dropping it off at the bakery before school started. She caught him talking to himself outside the bakery and told him she take to Marinette.

"He did?", she looked down at the envelope. The paper was fresh and had a smooth feel to it's pink card stalk, "Should I open it?"

"Usually that's what people do when they get mail.", though some situations warrant different levels of approaches, "Don't you want to know what your crush has to say.", though she might have a clue.

"I am curious.', in the past she would have opened the letter without hesitation, nervousness, but still she would have definitely wanted to see what was inside. Especially if it was written by her crush, "But...", she felt conflicted.

"Like I said take your time.", she didn't have to rush things, "Whatever makes you feel better."

"Anyway I better get to class before I'm given a tardy.", again, "I'll be back after school with notes and some amenities. If you need anything at all just call me."

"Right, thanks.", Marinette smiled as she watched her friend head down the trap door. Once she was alone again she exhaled.

"What's wrong Marinette?", Tikki asked as she flew out of her hiding place, "Are you feeling sick again?"

"It's not just that. Kitsi has been trying to make sure I don't lift a finger.", in the sense of her doing her responsibilities, "Do you think she's putting to much work on herself?"

"I think Kitsi just wants you to rest.", she did go through a bit of trauma, "She wants what's best for you. Like any friend would."

"I know, but I feel like she's going through too much trouble.", and for her.

"Your her friend Marinette.", and friends always wanted the best for each other.

"Still...", she remembered. When she was in that dark place. Crying, alone in her room she never even noticed the darkness near. And when it looked like it was too late she felt a light. A fire over her keeping the darkness back. And when she opened her eyes, there was Kitsi.

'Stay away from her!'

She had thrown herself over her, with a look of a ferocious 'beast'. Glaring fire at the butterfly that had been trying to target them. Target her. And by some miracle the creature backed off. And even after it had fluttered away, Kitsi remained. Her features calmed a bit, but still guarded.

Was she angry? disappointed?

Marinette couldn't quite tell. Until she wrapped her arms around her and whispered...

'Your safe. I'm happy your still here.'

After that she didn't feel that scared anymore. Waking up in her bed and Kitsi pretty much helping out in the bakery. While she never officially told her what happened, she figured it out. Or rather she found out through her own means as a way to keep Marinette from having to.

"I didn't think we we're that close.", for awhile they seemed to have drifted off. But, still finding themselves as friends they continued to come together. Even with their own personal lives, she was just happy she still had someone in her corner.

"Feeling better?", Tikki asked.

"Yeah.", she sighed a bit, feeling more calmer. That was until she found the note on her bed and stared at it, "I forgot about Adrien's note!", she practically fell out of bed.

"There she is.", Tikki gave a small giggle.

At Francis-DuPont College...

"Why is everyone eating lunch in here?", Adrien asked as he came to class to find it full, of well, his classmates. Not that it wasn't weird, but during lunch time.

"We can't go into the cafeteria.", Ivan said.

"Why?", was it closed or something?

"Let me reprise.", Max spoke, "We, this class in general, are basically forbidden from eating there with the other students.", when they attempted to they were met with not so nice a welcome. All the tables had been taken and many of those that were empty had been filled with backpacks, books, or anything to keep any of them from occupying them.

"What? Why?"

"The whole school has turned against us.", at least the majority of the students.

"Huh?"

"According to my numbers, since this morning, the majority of the student body seems to have, as Kim put, turned against us.", excluding them from activities, removing them from clubs, and all out refusing to interact with them. Phasing them out upon noticing them.

"Basically we've been blacklisted.", Alix said biting into her apple.

"Blacklisted?", that did not sound good. In his industry, being blacklisted was what killed careers in an instant.

"It means no one wants to associate with us.", avoiding them like the plague.

"Rose even got snubbed by the scrapping booking club.", Juleka said as her friend was still in shock over the incident. Usually the group was just as peppy and friendly as Rose. But, they didn't even bat an eye when they refused to eat lunch with one of their own member.

"Snubbed her?", but Rose loved that club. She is...was one of there most energetic and loved members. Always talking about and showing off new projects. She never missed a meeting, "Why would they just do that?"

"They said they didn't want someone with 'friends like us' representing them.", because it clashed with their happy and friendly code of spreading love and joy through colorful art and pictures. And after yesterday and coupled with weeks priors they became suspect of the bubbly blond.

"Well...at least they did it in a sweet way.", she sniffled holding up the scrapbook they made for her dismissal. Before she quickly teared up again and started crying onto the desk.

"It will be okay Rose.", Juleka tried to comfort her.

"Yeah there are other clubs in the school.", she could join them.

"May want to rethink that."

"What do you mean?"

"As of this moment a number of students have systematically removed us from their ranks.", dismissing them point-blank, "Basically ignoring us."

"The soccer team benched Kim."

"Nathaniel's got put on artistic probation."

"What's that?", it didn't sound good.

"It means I can't go in the art room outside of class and I have to take a course of the consequences of using art to bully people.", the usually quite team said, remembering what his art teacher had told him and the look of disappointment on his face when he had to punish one of his promising students. Though when he found out about the 'altercation' with the artist from the other school. Nathaniel had no excuse. Especially when it came to light the other artist was legally color blind. Even Marc refuse to speak to him.

"So now your all stuck in class?", that didn't seem right.

"We don't have much of a choice.", it was them against half the kids in the school. Even with classmates like Ivan and Kim, they were still the minority in the situation.

"It still not fair. What about Headmaster Damocles?", surely he could talk to the students.

"He's been in the 'Owl Lair' for most of the morning.", no one had seen him, but his secretary said he was 'busy' with some important work. Even calling in teachers during class time to his office.

"If you ask me this is completely ridiculous.", Chloe pipped in, obviously upset and annoyed, "Who do they think they are telling me where I can and can't eat. They should be lucky to have someone of my status eat in their little area.", adding she could be eating at any restaurant in town and served by the finest chefs. Not some common food in a school cafeteria.

"And why aren't you?", many for her classmates wondered why the blond was even doing in class when she usually ate lunch outside of school.

"I can go where I please.", she replied back.

"Then why don't you.", Alix muttered only for the heiress to stick her tongue out childishly at the other.

"Seriously this is so bogus.", Nino scratched his head.

"Maybe we should talk to a teacher.", besides the headmaster, they had authority as well. And could reason with the students and clear things up. As if on cue the door to the classroom opened. Many students expected to see Mme. Bustier cheery face to brighten their days.

However it wasn't her.

She looked to be age. She had long light brown hair and auburn eyes. Dressed in a dark green dress suit.

"That's not Mme. Bustier.", someone commented.

"Good afternoon students.", the mystery woman greeted, "I'm the substitute teacher for the day.", she explained as she set her bag down on the desk.

"Substitute?", the students looked at each other.

"Where's Ms. Bustier?"

"Your usual teacher will be out for the time being helping the headmaster with a project.", she said, "Until then I will be acting as your teacher until her return to the normal class schedule."

"How long will that be?"

"Unfortunately, that is still being determined.", she said without giving a specific timeline, "For now, I am Mme. Lark.", she introduced herself and writing her name on the board, "And I hope to get to know you each and everyone you. So we can have a productive time."

"First, I will be implementing a new seating arrangement.", she announced.

"New seating arrangement?"

"But... , we already have our seats."

"I am unaware.", she said, "However, according to the notes I was given by your usual teacher, there have been some issues from certain individuals.", which involved concentration and class participation, "So as of this moment the seats will be switched in order to fix these problems.", she said and soon began moving students, "When I call your name please move to your new seats.", as she read off names students went to their newly assigned seats.

"Now isn't that better?", she said in a chipper voice. Though the student's seemed less enthusiastic about their new placement. Mostly because they had been placed away from their friends or seated in places where the teacher could see. Nathaniel had been moved closer to the front, along with Kim who was now seated next to Juleka, while Rose had been kept in her seat, but was now seated next to Ivan. And surprisingly Nino had been moved to the back row, while Chloe and Sabrina had been placed on opposite sides, and Adrien was seated where they used to site. Though by himself, "I'm sure you'll all grow comfortable with these new seats."

"Excuse me.", a voice spoke, "This seat is completely unacceptable. Ridiculous. I deserve to be in the front.", Chloe complained that she disliked her new seat and demanded to be either put back in her regular one or at most be moved next to Adrien.

"The seating changes are final. You've been placed in these seats based on your participation and behavior in class.", she explained, "Those who have been moved to the front have been noted to 'drift off' during lessons and away from the lesson.", such as sleeping, drawing, or doing things other than learning.

"But, I work way better sitting next to Sabrina.", she commented.

"You also have been caught sharing answers, talking, and even texting during lessons.", which is why a number of student pairs were separated, "For the time being you will have a new desk mate."

"I certainly will not.", she dismissed, "I'm calling my father right now."

"If you wish to call your parents then are free to do so outside of class. I won't have you disrupt my class for a tantrum.", she said much to the surprise of her students.

"T-Tantrum?", she gasped, "Do you know who I am?"

"If you mean do I know you're the mayor's daughter, then yes I do.", she confirmed, "Or if your referring to your side activities as Queen B, then again I know.", almost everyone knew.

"And you should."

"But, neither of those things warrant me or anyone to give you special treatment.", she commented, "In my class you will follow my rules.", she was the teacher and Chloe was the student.

"Well this isn't your class. It's Madame Bustier.", she retorted, "Will see what my father has to say about this.", she seemed to warn as she pulled out her phone.

"Again you have the right to call your father in the hallway.", she repeated, "You can explain to him why you are disrupting my class. As well as using his office and your title as a 'hero' to not only try to intimidate a teacher. I'm sure his voters and your teammates would enjoy learning about this type of abuse of power.", the classroom was silent. Even Chloe seemed at a loss.

Mrs. Lark had basically threatened to expose the girls abuse of power for everyone. Showing no fear for Chloe, her father, or even the fact she was Queen Bee.

"I...you...", Chloe sputtered.

"It's your choice Ms. Bourgeois. If you don't wish to follow my rules, then you can throw the dice and see where the outcome lies.", those were her options, "If you have nothing else to say, then sit down so we can continue with the lesson.", after a moment of silence, the heiress sat in her seat, "Thank you. I hope for no more unnecessary interruptions in my classroom."

Chloe muttered something.

"What was that? Please speak up.", she stared at the girl.

"Y-Yes, Mrs. Lark.", she spoke up.

"That's better.", she hummed a bit, "As your new teacher let me affirm that I am here to teach. Unlike your last instructor I will not allow disruptive behavior in my class.", she said firmly, "If you refuse to follow the rules or if I catch any time of behavioral disruptions I will send you to the headmaster and have your parents come up to the school.", no exceptions, "That includes no talking during lessons, passing notes, drawing, sleeping, or cell phone use.", adding if they had an emergency they would need to go into the hall, "Is that clear?"

Mrs. Lark gave a rather triumphant smile before returning to the lesson. Student's looked at Chloe who now sat silently at her desk, before looking at each other.

"Now then let's begin our lessons."

"Sumimasen!", Kitsi voiced, "Sorry I'm late. I had an order for a five tier wedding cake.", she rambled, though paused when she didn't see Mme. Bustier, "Nani? You're not Madame Bustier.", she noted, "Don't tell me I ran into the wrong room again.

"You must be Ms. Inari.", she greeted, "I'm the new substitute teacher. I'll be filling in for Ms. Bustier."

"Oh...Ohayo, Lark-senpai.", she greeted her teacher, "My apologies for being so late. There was a bit of a rush at the bakery...", she explained.

"It's quite alright Ms. Inari.", she said which seemed to confuse the class, "I'm aware you are volunteering time to help with take care of your sick classmate. I commend on this.", she said, "Your not in any trouble for a couple of minutes."

"What?!"

"Ms. Bourgeois what have I told you about your outburst in class?", she warned the student, before returning to Kitsi, "I'll excuse this lateness. Please take your seat."

"Hai.", she nodded, "Um...I think there's someone in my seat.", she pointed out seeing Lahiffe was sitting where she sat. And though she wasn't trying to be possessive, she was a bit irked having someone else in her spot.

"We had to make a few sitting changes in class.", the teacher informed, "You'll be sitting in the second right row. With Marinette.", she read from the new seating chart.

Kitsi seemed surprised at this. She was not only getting a closer seat, but she would still be sitting with Marinette. She didn't know whether to jump for joy or dance on the table.

"I see. Thank you.", she gave a smile.

"Hold on just one moment!", Chloe stood up from her new desk, nearly bumping into Ivan along the way, "First, you excuse her from being late and now your giving her a prime desk in the front."

"Are you going to be making a point soon or am I going to have to send you to the principal'S office?", she warned.

Chloe made a grumbled noise before sitting back down. Eyes leering at the new teacher.

"As I was saying I've made a few changes to the seating order until Madame Bustier returns.", she said, "Hopefully there isn't a problem."

"Iie.", closer seat and sitting next to Marinette, should she come back. Kitsi had no complaints. Taking her seat she prepared to for class.

"Alright then let's continue.", Ms. Lark began, "Today we will discussing..."

"Sorry I'm late!", a voice called out. All eyes turned to Alya who had just came in. Practically bursting through the door, "I had to run home really quick. My apologies Madame...who are you?", she looked at the mystery woman.

"I'm Madame Lark.", she introduced herself, "And you are...Alya Ceasire, if I'm not mistaken."

"Oh um...yes.", she confirmed, "Um, where's Ms. Bustier?", she asked.

"As I've explained she and few other teachers will be out for the time being. So I am taking over her classes until her return.", she informed, "And seeing as you are fifteen minutes late for class. I would ask you to take your seat so we can finish the lesson.", she instructed.

"Right, sorry.", she apologized and prepared to head to her seat. Only to find two things. One of which was that Kitsi was sitting in her seat. The two staring at each other, "Um, what are you doing?"

"Sitting.", obviously.

"Yeah in my seat.", she corrected.

"Ms. Ceasire please take your seat.", Ms. Lark instructed.

"I would. But, someone's in it.", she motioned to Kitsi.

"The seating chart has been changed.", she said briefly, "For the time being you will be in a new seat."

"A new seat?"

"Yes, you will be sitting with Ms. Bourgeois.", she explained.

"Her?!"

"Seriously, Chloe?", she had to sit next to her of all people, "Why can't I sit next to Nino?", her boyfriend.

"Because I said so.", was her reply, "As I said before these seats are to help you focus.", and sitting next to a friend or boyfriend/girlfriend did not help with concentration, "Now please take your seat. We're behind as it is."

"But, this is so not fair.", Alya said obviously still not happy.

"For once she's right.", Chloe voiced, "This is completely ridiculous. I demand to be put back in my regular seat."

Kitsi shook her head.

"Well if you have a problem you can bring it up after class. But, during class time we learn.", and so with not much else to be said everyone took their seats. And judging from how they sat down, the blogger wasn't happy about the seating arrangement.

"As I was saying today we will be learning about the Roman Empire: Rise and Fall.", she said reading from the assignment list and began writing on the board. As the lesson began the atmosphere in the room was less than enthusiastic. Mostly due to the new seating arrangement. Most students seemed uncomfortable. Even though most of them were friends it didn't stop them from peering around to see what their desk mates were doing. Even Chloe, who sat in a held huff, peered to see Sabrina still taking notes. Alya looked back at Nino who caught her gaze and waved at her.

Alya offering a small smile before turning back to the lesson.

"Now then can anyone tell me how Alexander came into power?", the teacher asked, allowing the students the floor. After a couple of seconds Kitsi hands came up.

"Kitsi."

"I believe it's when he and a few others staged a plan to assassinate the current emperor at the time, his father, so he could succeed the throne.", she answered, "They waited until he left his home and then they each stabbed him until he met his end.", each one taking a stab at the emperor. Sealing his fate with one quick thrust of betrayal. Even his own son participated.

"That is correct.", the teacher nodded, "This is what is known as a Coup d'état.", she explained, "It is the over throwing as an existing power. Usually when one group alliance themselves with outside or inside forces.", as she continued her lesson a few students had begun sending text messages to each other. With their phones on silent they carefully sent little messages to one another. Some with words of missing or others with complaints about the new teacher and how they missed Ms. Bustier.

Kitsi eye twitched. Just because their phones were on silent, didn't mean the clicking wasn't. And if she could hear it, no doubt the teacher did too. But, Ms. Lark continued to talk and continue with the lesson.

When she turned back the students quickly put their phones and pads away. Seemingly happy with what they had done.

"Remember to take notes. You'll be having a test at the end of the week.", she commented, "Now then I see on the schedule there is something about a...video chat?", she read off the list.

Kitsi silently groaned. Of all the things she wished she didn't have to deal with.

"What exactly is the premise of this video chat?"

"Well our friend is traveling with her mom in New York.", and she calls them to give updates.

"Does this video chat have anything prevalent to add to the lesson?", the teacher asked.

"Not really.", she shook her head, "But, she always calls us to let us know how she's doing and about New York and all the amazing..."

"If it's not about the current lesson, I'm not letting it waste valuable time to prattle on about her vacation.", the teacher dismissed, "So we will be skipping it."

"Skipping it?"

"Why?"

"Because it offers nothing to the lesson.", she shook her head, "And it wouldn't be fair to disrupt the lesson just for one student to talk about their vacation.", so she was cutting it from the schedule.

Kitsi gave a released sigh at this. She was starting to like this substitute teacher.

"But, we've never missed an update."

"There's always a change to the routine.", whether they liked it or not, "And I'm afraid we don't have enough time to waste on 'story time'.", again she dismissed it.

"But, Mrs. Lark...", the students seemed prepared to argue for the case.

"Not another word.", her ruled was final, "Now let's continue with the lesson."

"This is utterly ridiculous. I refuse to work in these conditions.", Chloe complained.

"Will you put a sock in it.", Kitsi said growing annoyed by the girls constant complaining.

"I don't think I was talking to you."

"If only you couldn't talk at all.", that would be so wonderful.

"That is enough.", Ms. Lark voiced, obviously upset, "Ms. Bourgeois take your seat.", she instructed., "Last warning, either you sit down or face punishment.", her choice, "I will not tolerate anymore outbursts in my class."

"You can't do anything to me.", Chloe seemed to dismiss, "Your a substitute. You don't have the authority."

"I have enough authority to send you to the principal's office, just as much as I any other teacher.", and should have done.

"You don't scare me. I could have you fired if I want to."

"Your lack of knowledge of actual authority in office makes me believe the grades you get.", the teacher quipped back, "Neither you or your father have any bearing on my teaching.", job or otherwise. So she wasn't afraid of her empty threats.

"Y-You..."

"I am your teacher. You are the student. And at this moment you have reached the end of a very short rope.", she pointed to the door, "Out."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. For you unruly behavior you will spend the rest of class outside of the class.", as she refused to teach a child who showed no respect for her or her fellow classmates.

"Are you kicking me out of class?"

"So you can understand.", nice to know, "Since you refuse to learn or follow simple instruction. You can complain in the hall."

"Are you joking? You can't kick me out of class?", her? It was a surprise for the majority of the class. Not many teachers, or people for that matter, stood up to the heiress. Fearing retaliation from her father and his office.

"Mme. Lark I don't think it's this serious. I mean Chloe was just...", Adrien tried to speak on his friends behalf.

"Mr. Agreste your input is not needed.", she dismissed, "I will not have any addition by the peanut gallery."

"What peanuts?", Kim looked around.

"I mean this is Chloe's issue alone and outside help is not needed.", because it only complicated things, "Now Ms. Bourgeois you can exit the classroom. I'll be sure to let the headmaster know of your behavior and call your parents."

Chloe tensed.

"I will not.", she refused, "I'm staying right where I am."

"You most certainly will not.", Mrs. Lark said, "Ms. Inari please escort Ms. Bourgeois out of the classroom."

"Me?", why her?

"As if I let some uncouth brute..."

"Oh, please finish that sentence.", Kitsi challenged, "Give me a reason to toss you out on that pampered butt of yours.", as if she needed a reason.

"You wouldn't touch me."

"I didn't touch you yesterday. And you still ended on the floor.", so she didn't have to try hard, "Wanna go for a repeat?"

"Are you listening to this? She's threatening me.", Chloe accused.

"Ms. Bourgeois I told you leave the classroom.", Mrs. Lark repeated, "If you continue to be difficult. Then don't expect others to be just as difficult.", now she would face the consequences.

"I am not being difficult. I'm being singled out for speaking my mind."

"It's not your mind that speaks.", usually her mouth goes before her brain makes a complete thought, "Will you just leave, please.", it's obvious she was just trying to start a scene and it was getting old.

"I'm not going anywhere.", especially on the word of a substitute teacher on a power trip.

"Then let's put it this way. If you don't apologize for your outbursts and leave my classroom, all students will write a 1000 word essay on the subject of my choice.", she said.

"Psh, like I'm afraid of that.", Chloe folded her arms.

"And for every time I have to tell you to leave, the number goes up by 500 hundred words.", she added causing a stir in the classroom.

"Chloe."

"I'm not apologizing.", she refused.

"1500.", the teacher announced.

"I'm not sitting down.", she said firmly.

"Just apologize.", the student's said trying to get the two girls to swallow their pride and just sit down. Seats weren't worth this.

"2000.", the teacher said, but the heiress wouldn't budged. As time went on the classroom was in a frenzy trying to get the heiress to just apologize. At this point the number had made it to the 5000 word mark and was growing.

"Well with only five minutes of class left the current word count now is 10,500 words.", the teacher announced as the students grimaced at the final total. Many silently cursing the heiress under their breath. Even Adrien, seemed disappointed by the girls stubbornness, "I hope you all have no plans for tonight. Because as of now, you will all have a 11,000 word essay due at the end of the week.", the announced caused a number of groans to echo in the classroom.

"You call that a punishment.", Chloe didn't seem phased.

"We'll see if my other classes share your same sentiments.", Mrs. Lark commented.

"Other classes?", the students seemed confused at this.

"As I said before that if Ms. Bourgeois refused to follow my orders then all my student's would write an essay as punishment.", and she had more than one class, "I'll be sure them give them your sentiments and the reason why they'll be writing an essay.", which placed square blame of Chloe and Alya's shoulders, "The subject will be on today's lesson. So I hope you all were taking notes in between your texting. For which I'm adding an extra 300 words."

"That's not fair."

"If you all choose to disobey me as a group, then you will be punished as a group.", because they should have all checked the girl before allowing her to get them all in trouble, "Now you will all type me 12,000 word essay on what happens when you allow one bad apple to spoil it for everyone."

"How did it go up?"

"I'm counting until the bell rings.", she said, "And now we are at 12,500. A new record.", she added, "And with the few minutes we have left, know that there will be a double lesson tomorrow to cover what we missed today."

'Ring, Ring'

"And that's the bell.", she announced, "I'll expect your 13,500 papers on my desk by the end of the week. I'll be sending instructions to your parents about the papers. So don't even think about skipping it.", adding that whoever doesn't turn in a completed papers adds another 500 words for everyone else on a new paper topic.

And with that the class was dismissed.

Kitsi silently watched as the class filed out. Having stood silently to the side while it all played out, she contemplated the whole thing. While she agreed her classmates should have known better to try and pull those kinds of antics with the new teacher. Having the entire class punished seemed excessive without an actual reason. Most of the class was trying to actually get them to apologize.

"Ms. Inari.", the teacher spoke, drawing her attention to the substitute, "I'm excusing you from the essay."

"Nani?", she blinked, "I mean, really?"

"Understandably you weren't present when Ms. Bourgeois was having one of her moments and nearly got the entire classroom in a tizzy.", riling them up over seating changes of all things, "So I'm excusing you from the essay."

"That's great.", no need to suffer for that brat, "But, 13,500 words does seem a bit much.", especially if you've never written that much before.

"I understand it seems a bit daunting. I was planning on a introduction lesson to get the know the students.", then everything fell apart.

"My apologies. This class and students have very, very...mixed forms of communication.", one day they can be individual spots and the next merge into a mass of a hive mind.

"Curiously, what was Ms. Bustiers approach to handling students who misbehaved?", she asked.

"Hard to say.", at least from an outside view, "Whenever student's were having an argument she would pull them or one of them aside. Have them talk it out, give some speech about the high ground and being the moral compass, and things just sort of...diluted.", like oil and water. Which somehow ended in a hug.

"And that solved the problem?"

"If by solved you mean watered it down to the point it just became a sea of algae over murky water.", that was the best she could see, "Things tended to just work themselves out.", sometimes. The results varied by case.

"It doesn't sound like things were.", Mrs. Lark said, "After this interaction, it seems some disciplinary actions were overlooked.", starting with how students were allowed free range.

"Well students can be hard sometimes. Though, even I have to admit this classroom can be frustrating sometimes.", even for the most polished educator, "Still you have my support.", especially if she stood up to Chloe, "And if I not being to bold, maybe just punish Chloe on this one. Her mouth tends to get her butt in more trouble than she can handle. She's mostly harmless if you don't back down.", her mother was a different story.

"I wasn't planning on punishing all my classes. I just wanted to gauge the class and see who I would be teaching for the short time."

"Well that's good to hear.", especially since there was no paper. And it was rather nice seeing Bourgeois get put in her place by someone not afraid of her empty threats.

"Have a good day Lark-senpai.", she wished her the best.

In the headmasters office...

"Tinnitus?", the school nurse raised her eyebrow, "What are you speaking about?", when she had been called into the headmaster office she didn't know what to expect. The headmaster of the school in his 'Owl' costume was suspected and accepted. Though being questioned about a students medical condition was another.

"We're just following up on some medical claims a student has brought up.", Ms. Bustier said, "When she returned to school she said she had a ear injury in her ear.", she explained to the nurse.

"I keep a detailed list and record of all the students in the school.", ranging from allergies, disabilities, medications, and so on. As a nurse she had to be prepared for any emergency and know the proper procedure to make sure students and faculty are safe and healthy, "I know at least three students who have hearing problems.", mild causes and the other having a hearing aid. But, Tinnitus. And this student wasn't one of them.

"Did she give you a note from her parents? Or something from her doctor?", usually those were things needed for a report. If a student had condition that affected them then she, as the nurse, needed to know so she could do a follow up with the doctor and make sure she had supplies ready should a situation arise.

"Well no.", she admitted, "She claimed she had a hearing problem from an incident and needed to be seated closer to the front.", which she and the class seemed to accommodate and give her a closer seat. Though, looking back it seemed rather rash of her to allow the students to change the seating without checking on the students claim.

"And I'm telling you that that's impossible since I have no record of it.", she stated, "All parents fill out a detailed form of all allergies and disabilities of their child or children before they come to classes.", that way staff is prepared and the school could accommodate students. Which included numbers to special doctors.

"And as far as I know no one has that kind of medical condition.", the nurse said, "I can double check, but I don't think it will turn up anything.", she shook her head, "I can also offer to do a full check of her ears."

"That would seem to help.", the headmaster seemed to agree with the suggestion. If this student did have a hearing affliction it would be best to get a full record, "How soon can you do the exam?"

"Well first I would need to get in touch with her doctor...", though she didn't have one, "So for now I would just need permission from her parents to run the exams and it should only take a couple of hours.", it was a fairly simple procedure.

"Then that's our plan!", the headmaster announced, "I will get in touch with Mr and Ms. Rossi as soon as possible!"

"Wait, did you say Rossi?", the nurse spoke, "As in Lila Rossi?"

"Yes. Is something wrong?", they noticed the look of the nurse.

"It's just, I remember a few other teachers coming to me about a student by that name.", since it wasn't a common name, she knew only one student with it.

"Other teachers?"

"Well yes.", she nodded, "Mr. Armand D'Argencourt came to me about one of his students having breathing issues after having to sit out a number of times during class.", since a few students had breathing issues like asthma it wasn't too hard to believe this student might be another case, "He then came to because the same student was complaining about a sprain wrist or a sore leg.", which seemed to pop up at the most convenient of times during exams. And she never specifically stated what her condition, if any, she had. Miraculously feeling better towards the end of class.

"Then I had a cafeteria worker come to me because she overheard one of the students was allergic to tomatoes and nuts.", witnessing other students picking them from various food items like salads and even desserts. And again it was the same student.

"And just last week the art teacher, Mr. Ross, came to my office about the chemicals in paint.", because a student claimed she couldn't use any of the supplies for her projects because of some chemical that was in them. When he asked the specific chemical she was allergic to, she gave a confusing answer and seemed to change the subject rather quickly. Which seemed rather suspicious since he had heard students talking about her proclaimed drawing abilities. Having won awards from art competitions in other schools she previously attended. Though he had never seen any form of artwork from her. Even during class.

"Hm, quite strange.", mysterious allergies and medical conditions that seemed to pop up as fast as they disappeared.

"What's more strange is that it's the same student each time.", she's asked for the student a number of times to come to her office should these issues return, but she never came, "I've been meaning to bring it up. But, never got a chance.", yet it was still something still on her radar. No one can have so many medical inconsistencies and have a blank medical information form that contradicts them.

"This is something that needs to be looked into.", while they didn't want to accuse anyone, especially a student, of faking medical conditions. There were too many inconsistencies for one student to have. Especially when they changed so suddenly and quickly, "Thank you for your assistance Ms. Evelyn."

"Of course Mr...I mean Owl.", she gave a small smile, "If you need any more assistance please let me know.", after taking her leave, Ms. Bustier and the headmaster began to speak.

"There is something strange going on.", the headmaster concluded.

"I think you might be right.", Ms. Bustier said sadly, "Perhaps we should try getting in touch with her parents?"

"I have.", but with their schedules, as he was told, it was hard to get one of them to pick up the phone, "I suggest a home visit."

"I'm free after school.", she could stop by the house, "Though I believe there was something about her being away for a week. Something, about a business trip with her mother.", if she remembered correctly.

"We'll still have to get in touch with her parents.", it was important, "I'll leave her a message at home and tell her get back to me as soon as possible.", if she or her husband didn't he would have to try more drastic measures.

In the school locker room the students were getting ready for gym class.

"Ugh, can you believe that woman?", Chloe fumed, "How dare she think she can speak to me like that?"

"She's definitely not like Ms. Bustier.", not even close.

"She also seemed pretty quick to pick favorites.", referring to how she treated certain students over others.

"It's utter ridiculous! Ridiculous!", Chloe ranted, "And her punishment. Even more ridiculous."

"And unfair. How does she expect us to write that many words before the end of the week?", they did have lives.

"To fair Chloe, you did kind of challenge her authority.", Adrien commented, "Maybe we can talk to Mme. Lark and she might reconsider about the paper.", it was worth a shot.

"Oh please. As if we're taking this paper seriously.", Chloe dismissed, "Like I said she's a substitute. She probably won't even be here tomorrow.", let alone Friday. So there was no point. Though many didn't want to press their luck.

The door to the locker room opened and Kitsi had entered. Passing the group without a word or even acknowledgment.

They watched as Kitsi stood in front of the lockers and after locating a specific one she went to turn the combination and open the lockers. For many it might not seem like a big deal, but for those who knew the actual locker locations, knew Kitsi didn't have a locker in that particular area. Only when the locker was opened and they could see the pictures on the inside of the locker.

"What do you think your doing?", Alya questioned.

"I believe it's something called none of your business.", Kitsi said as she continued to go through the locker. Though that didn't stop her prying.

"That isn't your locker.", she scolded the other about going into another persons personal space and messing with her things.

Kitsi rolled her eyes.

"Oh get off you soapbox. If you must know Mari asked to get something out of her locker.", which is why she was 'breaking in'.

"How did you know her combination?", she questioned.

"How do you think?", she told her, "She has my combination too.", that way if one of them was absent or needed something they could easily get it. Looking inside Kitsi quickly located the item in question, "Marinette left one of her sketchbooks in her locker.", taking it out she shut the door with a quick slam and resetting the lock. Adding an extra lock to it.

"What's that for?"

"Added security.", she wasn't having anyone trying to go into Marinette's locker when she wasn't around, "Until Mari-caroon comes back no one is going in or out.", not without her permission and under Kitsi's watchful eyes.

"You can't just lock up her locker like that."

"Well as her friend I'm making sure no one gets any funny ideas.", she eyed the blogger suspiciously, "Plus I already talked to her about it so you can let some of that hot air out of that head yours.", her explanation seemed to calm the waters for the other students. Kitsi was just getting some items for Marinette and even had permission to go into her locker.

"Now if you'll excuse me I have some deliveries to make.", she said.

"What about gym?"

"I've been excused for the day.", to help out at the bakery, "Shame because I heard we we're going to work on the balance beam today."

"You can't just skip class."

"And you can't learn to put a leek in it.", Kitsi retorted, "I already talked to the teacher, just you can save it.", because it didn't matter what she said or thought, "Have fun and remember to stretch.", with that piece of advice Kitsi headed off.

As free period pulled around Kitsi was seated outside in the hallway. Her phone out and a couple of books under her arm.

"What do you think?", Marinette showed the palettes for Kitsi to look at. She had called to get some opinions on some patterns for new projects.

"I like the blue, but the yellow is just so eye catching.", Kitsi noted, "Honestly I like them both.", she admitted.

"What about the patterns? Do you think it's too wide? Maybe they should be vertical."

"I think someone is overthinking things. You always come up with the best stuff.", her designs always came out great in the end, "Just take a deep breathe.", she instructed with a bit of demonstration, "Oh, and Aurora loved the cake."

"She did.", she seemed happy with this, "That's great! I mean, I'm glad she liked.", she had nearly forgotten she had made it, "Thanks again for delivering it."

"Just think of me as your personal delivery Kit.", she gave a playful salute, "I accept tips in the forms of macaroons, eclairs, or sprinkles."

"Sprinkles?"

"Don't ask.", it was a long and confusing story of events, "Anyway glad to see your Marinette spirit coming back. And guess what. Aurora is having a birthday party this weekend and invited us."

"Really? She invited both of us.", she sounded surprised.

"Of course she invited us.", why wouldn't she, "She wanted to thank you for the cake you made. Plus she's been meaning to hand out invitations.", and she asked Kitsi to ask Marinette if she wanted to come, "You know your more popular than you know.", lots of students knew Marinette. Just never got a chance to hang out because of how schedules seem to play out.

"Still that was real nice of Aurora.", she would definitely have to give her a present.

"I know right.", she smiled, "We can talk more after school and you can show me more of those patterns."

"Anyway I'll call you after free period.", she needed to study for science and one of Ms. Mendeleev's famous pop quizzes, "We still on for after school?"

"Definitely. Bye.", with a wave the video chat was ended. After the call ended Kitsi put her phone away and returned to reading her science book. While it wasn't her best subject, it was her worst. Though with Ms. Mendeleev they never knew what she would be testing on.

As she headed down the hallway she ran into Kagami who looked like she was headed for practice.

"Konichiwa Kagami-san.", she greeted Kagami.

"I was hoping to reach you before you left.", she into her bag she pulled out a card, "Please give my regards to Marinette for a quick return.", she said handing the envelope to Kitsi.

"Domo.", she nodded, "I'll be sure she knows.", she tucked the card into her folder.

"I would have given it to herself. But, seeing as you are her closest friend at the moment it would be better received if given by you.", she said.

"Thanks.", she supposed, "Mari will love all the get well cards. Though I don't want to put too much pressure on her.", she was already returning to her normal, Marinette self.

"I see.", Kagami seemed to understand, "That is good to her. I can tell she has nothing to worry about with you watching her back.", she commented earning a rather prideful smile from Kitsi. Though many would find this flattering, others not so much.

"Um babe, what's with the death glare?", Nino asked, though was pretty sure what his girlfriend had been leering at, "Please don't tell me your going to try anything with Kitsi again?", she was 0 for 2 and going down fast.

"She is up to something.", she knew it, "First she takes the seat next to Marinette."

"Which the teacher gave to her.", and he was sure it was only temporary.

"Then she's going into Marinette's locker and going through it."

"Because Marinette asked her.", adding that even Alya had done that from time to time. Sometimes without even asking Marinette, "Seriously, babe, I love you. But, you are seriously tripping right now.", and it was scaring him.

"I am not.", she knew that Kitsi was hiding something.

"Oh, before I forget. I'm putting together something for Mari. Would you be interested in a slumber party?", Kitsi offered.

"A slumber party?"

"Yeah you know where you dress in pj's, play games, eat tons of junk and pizza, while gossiping.", she explained.

"I know the rules of a slumber party.", she wasn't that socially distant, "I was just a little surprised your throwing one out of the blue."

"Well Bourgeois bragging gave me an idea.", somehow, "Marinette needs to be surrounded by positive reinforcement. So I want to invite some close friends to really show her a great time."

"So a slumber party."

"It's perfect. And I can invite some of the girls from Voltaire College."

"Voltaire College?", another school, "Why not the girls from here?"

"Well Aurora's having a birthday party, so I don't want to make people chose.", plus she wanted something small and intimate where focus would be on Mari, "And we both know the reason I refuse to invite the girls from my class."

"I think I understand.", even if she couldn't deny there was a bit of tension in the school, "Some find it hard to concentrate with so much...drama."

Kitsi sighed a bit, "...yeah and not the good kind. I will be so happy when this week is over.", and Marinette comes back, "Plus I've got so many things planned. I've taken notes for all our classes and as a bonus I've set up a big surprise for her."

"The way you talk about Marinette. It sounds like you two have been close for years."

"Eh? Really?", she blinked a bit, "I mean, Mari and I are friends. And friends know things about each other.", it was natural.

"Clearly."

"I won't say we're perfect. I mean we have had our falling outs and disagreements.", sometimes over the smallest things and end up not speaking for a time before actually making up when they figure out how stupid the argument was in the first place, "But, I would like to think it helps make our bond.", to learn and try to move on, "Because I want to be someone she can depend on!"

"Your loyalty is something to admire."

Kitsi grinned, "Hai!", she blushed.

"Still I wish you good luck in your endeavors to help your friend.", she offered her moral support.

"Arigato Kagami-chan.", she smiled, "But, if you change your mind you know how to reach me."

"I'll keep that in mind.", she nodded, "Though if I could offer you some advice, you should probably watch your back.", her blue eyes peered over Kitsi's shoulder where she caught sight of some of Kitsi's classmates who had been staring at them. Especially the blogger who wasn't exactly being stealthy.

"Trust me I'm not worried about them.", that boat had long sunk before it left the harbor, "I have more important things to worry about. Like figuring out vertical and horizontal strips.", because apparently that was on Marinette's mind and she wanted to give her as much support as she could, "Speaking of which I need to call the fabric store and make sure her order went through. You would not believe how hard it is to find wool in the in mid-spring.", guess it wasn't prime season for sheering.

"Wool?"

"Yeah. I've been trying to pick up some extra hobbies.", charm making was fun, but she wanted to stretch herself out a bit. "Marinette is making more dolls and I needed some extra materials.", so Kitsi volunteered to help her out, "I'm making all the little accessories to go with them.", it was so cute, "Like little pouches and weapons for the akuma's and heroes."

"Patent pending. All rights reserved.", couldn't forget that, "I think these extra activities are really helping Marinette. Especially with...you know.", she shrugged a bit. But, Kagami understood.

"Still it would be wise to watch your step. Hesitation can lead to even the strongest fault.", she advised.

"Or it can make things more interesting.", especially if one chose to feint a couple of times. With that the two broke apart. Kagami headed to her practice, while Kitsi continued on her work on her plan and headed in the opposite direction.

Though before Kagami left she made one last stop. Moving with targeted race she stood before Alya. The the other giving her a look of question.

"Your persistence will get the better of you.", the fencer said.

"What's that's supposed to mean?"

"When a fighter grows to confident of his abilities, he risks losing more then his battle.", for graver consequences came from over-confidence, "Your attempts to waiver Kitsi is fruitless. She to much for you to handle."

"I'm not afraid of her.", Alya stated, though seemed to be missing the point.

"What I was saying was the reason you're being so cross with Kitsi isn't so much that she called you and your classmate out.", for their behavior and being overly gullible, "It's the fact that Kitsi is getting closer to Marinette. And you don't like it."

"What makes you think that?"

"It's not hard to see that the reason you keep trying to 'expose' Kitsi is because of the close bond Marinette and Kitsi have formed.", from now being desk friends, to lunch friends, and even sharing personal problems and secrets. Something only close friends would do, "Your not bothered by Kitsi going out of her way for Marinette. It's the fact she's showing more concern for her then you and your entire class put together."

"That is so not the reason. I, mean, I don't have any reason."

"I'm not blind.", she said rather blunt, but to the point, "Even though I haven't known people long, even I can see your jealousy."

"J-Jealous? Me?", she sputtered, "I am no where near jealous."

"It's plain to see the interactions between Kitsi and Marinette is upsetting you.", and most people could see it. Even though she failed at hiding it.

"What are you talking about?"

"It was highly assumed and noted that you and Marinette were, as some would say, bff's.", like sisters, "But, now people consider Kitsi her new right hand. Given how she's stepped up in defense of her on multiple occasions.", and continues to do so, "Meanwhile, you threw her under the bus the second someone else came along."

"That is not even close to true."

"As far as I've seen it's obvious that you're looking for the smallest detail to fault Kitsi for.", which can be proven by her actions today alone. Of trying to show that Kitsi is 'misusing' her position or is taking advantage of helping Marinette through a difficult time.

"No I'm not.", again she dismissed, "I'm just suspicious of Kitsi's attitude and what's she's been doing."

"You mean helping out at the bakery. Getting Marinette's assignments so she doesn't fall behind. Finishing projects for her.", basically things a friend would do, "If you aren't going to be truthful with yourself then you should find a new career path.", because at this moment her investigation skills were lacking when it came to actually getting the facts straight. Before the blogger could retort Kagami had already started making her leave.

"You might have awoken a even worse beast then you know.", and that was going to be trouble for everyone. As she left, and her words hung fresh, the students could only stare at each other.

"What was that about?"

"Just her trying to be cold and mysterious.", Alya dismissed, "Can you believe what she said? Me, jealous?", she scoffed in offensive, "Anyway let's hurry before Kitsi get's away."

"Babe I was sort of with you until this moment.", when she actually challenged Kitsi to a fight, "I'm not trying to be, you know un-supportive, but aren't you taking things a bit to far."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean following Kitsi? Spying on her?", it was becoming a bit much, "I'm just worried your headed towards a very bad situation.", especially if Kitsi found out.

"She's not going to fight me.", Alya dismissed the assumption.

"No she's going to murder you.", Kim corrected.

"There's a 99.9 percent chance.", Max calculated.

"That she'll lose."

"That and possibly end up in the hospital.", and them by association.

"Maybe we're getting worried over nothing.", and by they, they meant Alya. Who seemed bent on exposing something about Kitsi.

"It's not nothing.", the blogger dismissed, "Look. I know something not right with her. Plus, she's using the excuse of 'helping Marinette' to get out of class work.", she pointed out.

"What if, you know, she's actually helping Marinette.", it was plausible.

"No one needs that kind of help.", though she seemed to be missing the big picture, "I won't rest until I find out what's she been hiding."

And that's what they were afraid of.

As the school day came to a close and students left the grounds there were a few still lingering on the campus grounds. Mostly those who stayed for clubs and after school activities. Among those happened to be Kitsi who was talking with a few other students. And by the looks of it things seemed to positive by the laughs and smile of the group.

"So is it true you got to watch Jagged Stones pet crocodile Fang?", one of the students asked.

"Yeah. We sort of ran into each other at the fountain.", she remembered, "He's really a sweet, big guy and Jagged Stone adores him.", and the students seemed interested in the news, "Their like best friends. Though it's pretty obvious since Fang was his first and only pet.", Kitsi mentioned much to the surprise of the other students.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Jagged found him during one of his tours and they've been close ever since.", as the rocker had said it was love at first site, "He couldn't imagine having any pet other then Fang."

"A crocodile does seem more rock and roll then a cat."

"Well maybe for Jagged. But, lots of celebrities have different pets.", some more then just one and in different varieties, "Like Usa G has a pet rabbit, Easter. Rain has pet 'dogs'. Clara has a Nightingale. And even XY has a pet chameleon."

"Wow, you know a lot about celebrity pets."

"I guess.", Kitsi gave a nervous laugh, "But, Marinette is the one who knows more about a few a them. She's really good friends with a few celebrities herself.", mentioning some of the designs she's done for a few artist. Though sometimes wonder how more people didn't know.

"That's so cool.", the students were amazed by their classmates accomplishments. Which pleased Kitsi.

"Yeah Marinette is really creative.", Kitsi commented, "I believe that she will be a great designer in the future.", she added as the other students seemed to agree. But, not all were so happy with her comments. Positive as they were.

Kitsi could feel the stares pointed at her and knew who exactly where they were coming from. At the the other side of the courtyard, Alya seemed to be fuming.

'I see you.', Kitsi gave a small, but confident smirk.

"I know Marinette is such an amazing person. It's really sad not having her here.", Kitsi said showing disappointment that Marinette had to be home. And some of her students seemed to share her sentiments. Many not believing that her of all people could be suspended.

"How is she doing?", one of the students asked.

"A lot better. She was really upset from the whole ordeal.", she said, "But, as it turns out she might be coming back to school a lot sooner."

"Really?"

"Yeah. She told me the school was looking into her suspension since there was some inconsistencies.", she said to the confusion of many of the students, "Since most of the case was made on 'hear say' and no one actually witnessed the incident or had any proof her suspension has been lifted.", so she was free to return.

"That's great."

"I'm sure you must be happy having your best friend back."

"I am.", Kitsi nodded, "It's just not the same without her here.", the other students seemed to understand. It was never really the same when your best friend wasn't around.

"So do you know when she'll be back?"

"Well she hasn't decided yet. We think she should decide on her own.", and not pressure her and allow her to come back when she was ready. And the other students agreed, "Though she's always asking how things are at school and how everyone is doing.", and everyone seemed flattered that she was thinking about them.

"That's so nice of her.", one student commented.

"It's still weird thinking she got suspended." of all people.

"What did she do?"

"I really didn't press her on the subject.", considering what she had been through, "But, I believe she is innocent.", until proven otherwise.

"Well she's lucky to have you as a best friend."

Kitsi flushed a bit, "Well yeah we're friends. But, I wouldn't say best friends.", since they had only know each other for a short amount of time. But, she wouldn't deny that she liked the title.

'Marinette's Best Friend'

She wondered if she could make that into a t-shirt.

"Anyway I'm really excited for her return.", having so many surprises for her, "I'm even talking with the headmaster about getting my locker next to hers."

"What?", a voice rang out. On cue, Alya had come up. Ignoring the words of her boyfriend and stood up to Kitsi.

"You can't just move into someone else's space.", she voiced.

"I want you to think about what you just said.", just really think, "Plus you shouldn't mind. Especially since it will be better having a close friend near by.", meaning Kitsi.

"That is such a lame reason and you know it."

"And you would know.", Kitsi retorted, "Plus if you have a problem that's fine. Marinette can just move into the locker next to mine.", there was a spare.

"You are not moving her locker.", Alya stated.

"Oh so your the only one who gets to move people around.", she mentioned, "Now whose being full of herself."

"And your just being ridiculous.", Alya said, "Going into her locker, visiting her house constantly, and even going into her desk. Can you be more suffocating."

"As much as your stubbornness.", which seemed to have no limits, "Is it wrong to want to visit a friend? I figure you wouldn't care sense you haven't exactly been worried about her.", Kitsi commented on Alya's lack of concern.

"Oh don't even try to play that card. You are so...so..."

"Pick your words carefully.", she advised.

"I don't know what your trying to pull. But, you are not fooling me."

"Of course I can't. That shipped has sailed.", commented, "Plus I don't need to waste my time on you.", she commented, "I'm too busy preparing for my friends return.", which she was happily waiting for more then her next chance to punch Hawkmoth in the face.

"Seriously you so obsessive. Your acting like you haven't seen her in forever.", and folded her arms, "Your more of a fanatic then she is."

That seemed to break something.

"See I was going to let you walk away with just a warning.", now she was going to break her teeth, "Seriously, you want to go there with me?"

"Yeah because your over hyping things way to much."

"You think I'm over hyping someone? This coming from the girl who didn't even wait until her video camera was cool before she posted a video about some stranger claiming to be friends with Ladybug.", she reminded that it hadn't even been a day before Alya posted that story on her blog, "It's was 'Oh your story brought my blog so many views, can I please get a follow up?' or 'Do you have anymore great stories about Ladybug or the other heroes? My viewers can't get enough!' and especially 'Wow Lila your life is so amazing! I wish I got to travel and met celebrities.'", and it was just went on and on, everyday for weeks on end. Like a nail continuously being driven into her brain, but refused to end her suffering.

"Well her stories were very popular. People loved them."

"Did you ever read any of the comments?", apparently not, "Even if the stories brought big numbers, the reasons for those numbers weren't exactly as you thought.", since most of the comments soon reflected people being confused by the relevance of the story on the blog or even criticizing the reason for it being posted in the first place.

"That's not true.", Alya denied.

"Actually it's not to far from the truth.", Kagami spoke, "Most people didn't take the stories as seriously as you or your classmates."

"They didn't?"

"From my understanding most students found them rather far-fetched.", many making jokes out of the rumors and only listened to see what new tale came from the Italian girl, "They were seen as more jokes."

"Jokes?"

Kagami gave a single nod, "Without any proof to the matter people pretty much figured out she was adding more than she actually knew.", mostly because there were people to actually fact check some of the information she told. Some even countering because they knew people or had been to places and events she mentioned involving her own accomplishments.

"See, no one cared about her or her 'amazing stories'. Because there was nothing amazing about her or the stories because they were nothing but lies.", they just listened for laughs.

"But, you don't know that.", Alya still dismissed, "Just because something doesn't seem right to one person, doesn't make everything not right."

"That doesn't make any sense.", Kitsi shook her head, "Just because you believe something is true, doesn't mean the person next to you has to.", people had opinions. And without any solid proof they weren't going to change their minds right off the bat, "You never checked any of Rossi's stories. But, told everyone else of how amazing she was."

"Well she is. She's traveled and met tons of celebrities and accomplished a lot of things for her age."

"And she can't prove any of it.", which was the basis of anything, "Common sense would have someone provide proof when making such claims as meeting royalty or being saved by a superheroes.", not being placed on a pedestal for all to be awed by, "She can't even provide any dates, pictures, or anything feasible as actual proof to all the stories she made up."

"We'll your just..."

"What jealous?", she cut in, "Why would I need to be jealous of her. I have my own accomplishments. One's I did without riding the coattails of others to get.", like some people, "Meanwhile your 'friend' makes up a bunch of stories and claims about herself and you're practically kissing the ground she walks on."

"That is completely untrue.", she denied.

"Oh no?", she shrugged a bit, "You practically drool every time she has a new story. Your always asking her for interviews about how she's close friends with Ladybug. I can't count the number of times you've asked her to set up a face to face with Ladybug."

"Well who wouldn't want an interview with the heroine of Paris."

"Except for the fact you already did.", she reminded, "Months ago during the time Mr. Harprel was akumatized into the Mime. Marinette set up an interview between you and Ladybug."

"She did?", the students seemed impressed that Marinette actually got Ladybug to do an interview.

Kitsi nodded, "Marinette asked Ladybug if she would talk with Alya for the Ladyblog.", and the two had a one on one interview, "Or did you forget about that?"

"Well...no. I didn't forget. But, Marinette set it up after deleting a really important video."

"Exactly.", that was the point, "Marinette actually felt bad about what she had done.", explaining in her own way how she freaked out because she had deleted something so important to a friend, "She went above and behind and got the Ladybug to give you a one on one interview.", something even most major reporters and journalist couldn't do, "Though that doesn't seem enough because you took the words of a stranger who claimed to be Ladybug's best friend.", and did an entire interview on that and expected people to be impressed.

"Well she's Ladybug's close friend."

"How? Have you ever seen the two together? Or has Ladybug ever mentioned her once."

"Well no, but..."

"Then you shouldn't assume things about people just because someone claims it.", that opened up to many boxes of worms, "You didn't make any effort to to actually look into rumors concerning your proclaimed favorite hero or your supposed 'best friend'.", the students talked among themselves, "And you make it sound like Marinette owed you for deleting something that was important to you. While easily dismissing Marinette's feelings when she knew something wasn't right about Rossi's stories."

"That's not the point."

"Of course it's the point. It's the tip of the sword you seem to love falling on.", because it kept being brought up and coming to bite her and everyone else in the butt, "The main reason you took that challenge is because you were so sure you could prove all those stories true.", when in fact she had little to no proof, "You didn't even last two rounds.", or one for that matter since Donny pretty much buried her and then Kitsi had to step in because they tried dragging her credibility into the mud. Even then the majority of people had already made the decision that Alya clearly didn't have any evidence to back up anything she had reported on.

"And now that it's all biting you where the sun don't sun, your taking it out on everyone else.", because she couldn't swallow her pride and admit she was wrong, "For Kami's sake you're more stubborn than Queen Bee.", and that was saying a lot.

"Your just trying to make everyone else look bad.", Alya accused, "Like how you did on that debate."

"Trust me, neither I or anyone else has to do anything to make you look bad.", she was doing that fine herself, "And what do you mean set up? You took the challenge. Which only proved how low you go just to prove a point that didn't make any sense in the first place.", and it was insulting she was avoiding the actual issue, "And now your getting upset because, shocker, Marinette has other friends then you claim to be."

"Excuse me?", she leered, "I'm Marinette's best friend."

"Since when? A true friend stands by you through the best and worst time.", because they have enough faith in them that they don't jump the shark at the first sign of blood, "In one day you were fawning over this new girl as if she was the best thing in the world. Believing every word that came out her mouth. And why? Because apparently she was best friends with celebrities and superheroes. Never once even asking for one shred of proof to the matter.", but spreading it to everyone else like the plague until almost everyone caught a case, "Then when someone has a reason not to believe the rumors, you accuse them of being mean or petty or jealous because she couldn't prove anything she said. Then cried like a child to get sympathy.", it was annoying, frustrating, and pathetic.

"And while I know Marinette can overthink and sometimes over react to certain...a lot of things. I know her enough to know she would would never steal, cheat, or harm anyone in anyway.", because that wasn't Marinette, "And I offended you think you have the right judge her after half the stunts you pulled.", most of which would be criminal, "And unlike certain people, I'm not going to abandon her because of unfounded gossip and unchecked rumors.", or use her as a scapegoat when problems came up.

"You can be upset with me all you want.", she had pretty much given up on her at this point and accepted things as they were, "But, don't ever question my loyalty to my friends or the people I care about.", or she would come to regret it, "Especially when you and everyone else pretty much abandoned her and common sense for stories that, big surprise, fiction."

"Well we're getting sick and tired of your attitude."

"And I'm getting tired of you in general.", Kitsi slammed her hands on her hips, "Face the facts. You have no proof, no evidence, and at this point so far down the river you should be in the frozen tundra of Antarctica.", down through the hole of the grave she had been digging, "So besides being an amateur reporter, your also a poor excuse of a friend.", the students gasped. The words were cutting, especially the last one.

"Y-You have no right to say that. I am a great friend!"

"No your an opportunist.", Kitsi corrected, "You only participate in things when you think it has benefits to you. You say how you'll stand up for the truth and morals. But, as you've proven you'll throw it away when opportunity presents itself. In fact the only reason you even hung around Lila is because you believed she could get you get you exclusive interviews for your blogs."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did.", and it was plain to to see, "You say I'm being overly sympathetic and coddling Marinette because you think she was overreacting and being petty . But, being her 'best friend' you should already know how Marinette is.", including her emotions and stuck by her. Instead of brushing her off, "You also take advantage of her and her nature to please people."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do.", Kitsi countered, "You make a big deal about her being 'too nice' or 'too good', but you'll also scold her if you think she's overreacting."

"Like when?", she challenged.

"Like the incident with the seats.", she brought up, "You assumed because Marinette is usually nice and sometimes a pushover that she would just give up her seat without much problem. When in fact you never asked her if she was okay with it and got upset because she stood up for herself.", because everyone thought Marinette, being a nice person, should be the one to give up her seat.

"And was for a good reason.", she tried to defend.

"If giving her that seat was so important, why didn't you give up your seat?", she questioned.

"Well I..."

"You wanted to sit next to your boyfriend. So your wants automatically trumped Marinette's.", Kitsi accused, "And when she didn't want to be moved to the back row, you and everyone else treated her like she slapped you all in the face.", and it wasn't fair, "But, it didn't stop there did it? You and everyone in class continued to try and vilify her because of baseless rumors."

"Marinette's one of the most kindest and selfless people in this school.", possibly in Paris, "She never hesitates to help people.", even those who have basically given up on themselves.

"Like the time she stayed up all night to back a hundred cookies for the soccer teams bake sale.", in order to help the team raise money to buy new equipment.

"We raised over 400 euros.", one of the players remembered how everyone loved the baked treats and how Marinette's parents donated them with no questions asked.

"Or the time she helped make costumes for the dance troupes."

"She stayed up for hours fixing all the dancers tutu's.", Belle remembered how Marinette worked for hours on the dresses and even made them look better.

"She's even gone out of her way to help each and every one of you.", she reminded her class of all the instances Marinette stepped up and helped them in some way. Giving up her own time and even of her own personal belongings to help them and make sure they were happy. Even encouraging them when they lost hope in themselves, "The point I'm making is that Marinette doesn't need a bunch a stories to be amazing. She already is. Because she's kind, caring, selfless, and puts others before herself."

"Even after doing all that Mari never once bragged or tried to make herself seem better then anyone else.", because she knew she had a ways to go and wanted to earn people's respect, "She never embellished on stories or used the names of anyone because she respected people enough and valued their friendship and trust.", more than fame or notoriety. Never using any of the people she knew like Jagged Stone, Clara Nightingale, or even Adrien. Never mentioning her connection to them. And she never forgot her friends and always wanted them to be apart of her good luck.

"And how does Marinette get repaid for her selflessness and kindness?", she took a breathe, "She get's put in the back of class without her consent. She get's rumors started about her being a bully. And to top it off accused of theft and suspended without any proof.", plus nearly being akumatized and suffering a panic attack, "And what did her so call 'friends' do? They pretty much threw her under the bus and never once went to go check on her.", and that was on the top of a very long list of why Kitsi was so upset.

"So no you are not a 'good friend' because you have and still chose to believe the words of some lying witch, over someone who has literally bent over backwards to help people, is so far from a good friend it's insulting.", she leered, "You turned your back on Marinette without hesitation. You called her petty, jealous, and basically treated her like a pariah because you decided to trust the words of one of biggest pieces of scum I have ever had the misfortune to know.", she spat, "And why? Because she could give you important stories for your blogs? Introduce you to important celebrates and get exclusive information?", it was the definition of being an opportunist, "And while you claim I'm 'over-hyping' Marinette by listing her accomplishments. You fail to remember that you, your class, and the big mouth herself has been doing the same thing since same one.", except it was so obvious to be bragging and showing off.

"Between you and her I don't know which one of you is worse."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Every time someone asked for an autograph or even to meet these 'friends' of hers she always asked for something.", something a person or group had to do for her, "Like doing homework, carrying her things, or even doing work assigned to her.", even personal chores.

"Like when?"

"Like the time she promised Sabrina an autographed poster of RVER. If she did her homework.", she saw the folders she handed off to the girl and heard the conversations they had.

"Or the time she promised Juleka an advanced copy of Jagged Stone's new album if her band, Kitty Section, wrote a song about her.", even going so far as to try and bait Luka with her lies. And to her relief, the blueberry guitarist wasn't as easy to trick as his sister.

"Or how she promised to teach Max some new gaming skills. But, makes up an excuse when the time comes.", but never even showed any interest in the game as far as bragging about her 'skills'.

"She's never fulfilled a single promise.", not one, "But, your so quick to defend her because she's just so 'amazing'."

"What's wrong with that? We think she's amazing and support her accomplishments."

"No, you think because what you believe is so important then everyone else believes. To the point you'll violate other people's privacy just to get a story."

"I never..."

"You have and did.", and she wasn't going to let her deny it, "On multiple occasions you've overstepped people's personal space and right to privacy because your so obsessed with being 'right'."

"Even to the point you're willing to put people's lives in danger because you think putting a person's personal information in the public eye is more important than a person's right to privacy."

"Like when?"

"How about how your always trying to unmask the heroes identities.", she brought up.

"They have the right to privacy and to live normal lives. Lives your putting in danger just so you can have something to put on your blog."

"And it's worth the safety of them, their loved ones, anyone they know or care about.", it was all in danger if the wrong people used them, "It's wrong to try and justify this as nothing more then snooping. And the fact you refuse to take a hint is both disrespectful and selfish."

"But, it's not what they want.", and that was the point, "They are heroes. But, they are also human."

"Well people know Chloe is Queen B.", so what was the difference?

"Chloe has money to buy protection. As far as I know, the other heroes could be anyone.", so it was no telling what their personal lives were like. Plus Hawkmoth didn't want the Bee Miraculous or any of the others as much as the earring and ring, "But, that isn't the point. If people knew who they were they could be easily targeted. Hawkmoth could use their loved one's against them."

"How do you know?"

"Hawkmoth has akumatized a baby three times.", she reminded, "But, it isn't just being akumatized. He could have them kidnapped and used to force the other heroes to surrender.", there was no telling the limits he would go to achieve his goal, "You're basing your theory on the fact that the heroes will always wins. But, if innocent lives are in play then it raises the stakes.", because it put peoples lives at risk.

"And I find it interesting that Lila claimed she was such close friends with her. But, Hawkmoth hasn't targeted her."

"Well he probably doesn't know.", she tried to theorize.

"If people all over the world can see your blog and get information on the heroes. Then of course Hawkmoth can too.", it was obvious he was human, possibly, and no doubt could go onto to internet and pull information. It wasn't like people knew his identity and the internet allowed complete anonymous to people, "And the fact you post anything and everything about 'them' it would be too easy for him to figure out their weak spots."

"I didn't...", she never thought about.

"That's the problem. You never think of the consequences of your snooping and how it will effect everyone else.", just how many views her blog will get, "You claim to love the heroes and how they save the city. But, you're willing to risk their safety as civilians and everyone else."

"Your an opportunist because you'll use any means to your advantage and won't even consider the consequences until it's too late.", and it needed to stop and should have a long time ago, "So as far I'm concern you and the lair deserve each other."

"Cause Marinette doesn't deserve someone like you. Because frankly, she can do so much better.", those words echoed through the bloggers head.

"And if we ever have to have a conversation like this again. Your not only going to be eating your words, blogger.", with that Kitsi headed off. Her warning laying out thick on everyone's minds. The other students gave the blogger a small glace before they heading off to their respective clubs.

The next day came in a bit of haze. There had been two akuma's the day prior and one early the next morning. Clearly Hawkmoth had been busy and trying to step up his game. But, true to code, each akuma had been dealt with and the city was returned to normal.

"Baka Hawkmoth.", Kitsi grumbled as she rotated her shoulder.

"You okay Kit?", Whissp asked.

"Fine.", she replied, "But, Hawkmoth needs a life.", especially if he was sending out so many akuma's and one day. She had things to do, "At least I got an early morning workout."

"Hawkmoth must be taking advantage of the emotions in Paris.", and picking up anyone he could.

"Well he needs to try harder.", or not at all, "Seriously doesn't he ever sleep?", even with her energy drive, Kitsi still needed to actually sleep and recharge. So during lunch she came to the roof to catch some well deserved rest. She a good hour before classes restarted and could get some rest if Hawkmoth would chill.

But, as she cuddled into her bag and prepared to drift off she was awaken by a scream.

"Nani!?", she rubbed her eyes, "That wasn't even five minutes.", she growled.

"An akuma?", Whissp suggested.

"If it is it picked a bad time.", looking around Kitsi moved to the skylight that looked into the school. Down below she found what could be the the source of the commotion.

And thankfully or not, it didn't look like Hawkmoth was to blame.

Down in the school yard a commotion had broken out among some of the students. It seemed liked their was a disagreement about the menu for an up incoming school event. Apparently a few of the items had been cut because of worries of someone having an allergic reaction. And while it wasn't uncommon, the number of items being cut seemed rather drastic. Which caused even more problems when the group in charge of decorating were confused on what the decorations actually were. The theme had been completely lost on them and no one knew what they were actually decorating.

Which led to the commotion now.

"What is going on with the menu?"

"The menu, what about the decorations.", they clashed with everything.

"Don't blame us, your the one's who keep changing things.", another group accused.

"What about the menu? We spent weeks putting this together and now we don't even have half of what we had.", because now it had to be redone because much of food chosen wasn't available. Because apparently someone had an allergy and most of the food could cause a flare up. Most of the time an alternative plan was made so a student could participate in activities without being singled out or feel left out. And making sure there was medicine on hand and staff were prepared should such a situation happen.

"So they changed the entire menu?", that seemed rather drastic, "What was removed?"

"Apparently anything with tomatoes and nuts.", which were common ingredients, depending on what was being cooked, "So anything that's been cooked or has traces of these ingredients are probably being removed."

"But, that's almost everything on the menu?", which consisted of pasta's, salads, meats, and even special deserts.

"Well pizza and pasta are obvious because of sauce. And I assume most of the deserts would have some traces of nuts in them from actual nuts or just the ingredients themselves.", which means they would have to be excluded as well.

They would have to call and do a complete change on the order.

"What about the decorations.", the art club spent weeks putting all their time and effort into making special decorations for the dance, "Now we don't even know what the theme is."

As the students argued many people tried to make sense and even calm things down.

Above Kitsi was growing concerned. She couldn't get any sleep with this noise. Grabbing her things Kitsi headed back downstairs before she had something worse to deal with.

"Everyone quite!", her voice carried through the courtyard causing the students to disperse their arguments. Couldn't she get any peace anywhere in this place without something happening.

"Now what is everyone talking about?", and yet again she was bombarded with people talking over each other, "One at a time.", how many times did she have to go over this? All she wanted was some peace and time to sleep.

"Everyone's arguing because no one knows what is happening with the dance?", one of the students explained.

"What dance?", she knew she didn't pay attention much with school events at times, but she wouldn't forget something like that, "I seriously need to pay attention more."

"All the clubs and classes pulled their money together to book a huge act for a party.", which began a huge argument sense students were expecting one thing or another.

"That's what this is about?", of course it was.

"It's not just that. No one knows the theme, the location, or even who's going to be playing.", everyone having a different opinion as to to what was happening. Which caused confusion for other groups.

"Well when it comes to it's usually the student council heads that make the final decision when dispersing funds.", possibly even matching the funds, at least from the schools she went to there was usually someone who kept track of these things, "Didn't you guys have a meeting about this?"

"All the class reps did and the club presidents and their deputies."

"And what did you decide?", at first a lot of clubs didn't want to pull money together because they had all been planning different activities and events. But, someone they came to an agreement if it was something everyone could enjoy, "Where is this dance even taking place?", the school would be more than likely.

"At the planetarium.", one student said, "To dance under the stars and planets."

"What, we're going to the Paris Opera House to be entertained by singers and dancers.", Belle said . Stating that the theme was going to be an elegant waltz with a live orchestra.

"No, we're having the dance at the Aquarium.", dancing among the fish with a beach theme, "Forget the waltz, we're doing the hula."

"Fish? I thought we we're going to the museum and the botanical gardens?", for a garden party.

"No it's going to be a roof top party!", with a live dj and high powered party.

Soon an all out verbal fight. Various people arguing over the theme of the dance, the location, and even the music.

Kitsi whistled, "Everyone cool it!", she yelled bringing everyone back down, "What are you even talking about?", she had hard five themes at once and she could see where the confusion came from.

"What happened to all the funds we raised throughout the semester?", between all the clubs and groups they should have raised a good amount of money. All to be used to book a great band, decorations, catering, and get a great venue.

"It still wouldn't be enough.", performers had to be booked in advanced. Especially ones like Jagged Stone, Clara Nightingale, and RVER took weeks because of their schedules for tours and special appearances, "This money would only cover certain supplies.", some decorations at best, but that didn't cover things like a dance hall, the food and catering for all the students, and other necessities for the event. This wouldn't even cover the list of acts they had called out.

Which would be in the thousands to play. She should know. Her brother's band required not only booking time, but a deposit to show up and play. Which usually went into the thousands depending on the type of venue and time slot.

"Also a lot of these places need to be reserved in advance.", especially for a large group of students to spend a extended amount of time. Like the museum, the aquarium, even the ice rink time needed to be set aside to accommodate so many people. Which again took weeks to put to plan. Getting permission from the parents, setting up times, chaperones, tickets and passes, and so much other things like insurance in case something got damaged. Which seemed more then likely for a dance with loud music and a large group of students and possibly a live band on the property.

"Who was in charge of all this stuff?", because someone had to have responsibility for this. Students looked around for a moment before falling on Mme. Bustier class. Specifically Alya who had been in the background, probably also arguing as well, until all eyes fell on her.

"...Oh you have got to be joking.", but of course no one was laughing. Her class was in charge of all this commotion. Because of course they were, "Please tell me you have a reason for all this madness.", because she did not need to deal with this.

"Of course you would have something to do with this.", Aurora eyed Alya non to pleased.

"You got something to say weather girl?", Alya retorted.

"Bring it blogger.", she challenged back, "Didn't you all make a big deal that the lair was 'terribly allergic' to tomatoes?", which had most of them picking them out of her salad and getting her lunch so she didn't risk having an outbreak, "And didn't she also say she had a nut allergy when Marinette brought a batch of homemade caramel and praline brownies to class.", which had to be quickly tossed out because the Italian girl got so dramatic about her having a flare up.

"That was a sad day.", Kitsi remembered all those poor, uneaten brownies. They didn't even have a chance to be eaten. It almost brought a tear to her eyes.

"What does that have to do with anything?", Alya questioned. Not liking what the girl was insinuating.

"It means that every time something happens in this school, your class is usually the culprit.", she stated, "And from the looks of it your classmate claims of being allergic to the most common of things is the reason we're in this position.", because no one else had made any commotion about things like allergies.

"Are you seriously trying to blame Lila for this?", Alya said, obviously upset, "It's not her fault she has allergies."

"It is when our food and supplies are being wasted because one student supposedly has some kind allergy?", to common ingredients and chemicals found in basic items and food.

"That's so not fair.", many students began talking among themselves of how unfair the new changes were. Why did they have to accommodate one student who many knew was a pathological liar.

"How do we even know she has allergies?", someone questioned.

"Sounds like another one of her lies.", another added.

"Oh come on, you actually think someone would lie about something like that?"

"If it looks like a duck, and barks like a dog.", something wasn't right, "I never seen her have one allergy attack or mention being that sick.", not one break out or even showing symptoms. There was only one person in their class they knew with allergies and that was Adrien who had an allergy to feathers. Which wasn't too bad since no one wore feathers and he had an epi-pen if he got a flare up which was usually him having sneezing fits.

"Well that's because she takes precautions."

"Yeah when it's convenient for her.", everyday it seemed she had another story, a new injury, or a some kind of medical condition where she wanted people to pity her and give her special treatment because she couldn't do anything.

"I've never heard of so much trouble be taken for one person with 'supposed' allergies."

"Seriously you guys are getting mad over ice cream and pizza and a few balloons.", it wasn't that serious.

"Not the way you guys talked about it.", acting like they didn't see the class bending over backwards to make sure her lunch was just right for her, "You even picked the nuts out of the girls salad.", not that it mattered sense most of the time they were standing around listening to her latest self-insert story.

"It was to make sure she didn't have an allergic reaction."

"Common sense would have her bring a lunch from home.", like a smart person would do if they had allergies and worried about the food causing them to flair up. Not risking it by coming into a cafeteria and having her classmate cater her like she was some kind of princess.

"Didn't she once say she trained with chefs or bakers?", some students brought up another rumor they had heard about the girl.

"She's has cooking skills like she has allergies.", they were none existent.

"You don't know that.", Alya fumed.

"I know a fake when I see one.", Aurora said, "And frankly I don't buy a single word from a liar. Or the friends of a liar at that."

"Why you..."

"Alright ladies break it up.", Kitsi stepped in, "Clearly we've gone off topic.", and were about to head straight into another fight. Not that she wouldn't mind seeing Ceasire getting smacked around a bit.

"She's right at this rate we're not going to have a dance.", and they all been working to hard for that.

"Something is clearly off.", a student spoke up, "Let's have all class reps and deputies meet after school for an emergency meeting."

So it was agreed that there would be a meeting after school with all the class presidents and vice presidents.

When the meeting finally came all the students representatives and their deputies had come together to figure out what was going on with the dance. Each on bringing with them a report on what they had done to put the dance together. And for the most part most classes had done their tasks. Getting decorations together, catering the food, and making sure the word was spread about the event. All that remained was the music and the venue. Which had been given to Mme. Bustier class.

"Okay, so tell us again, why don't we have a full confirmation on the band.", because most students were expecting a live band to entertain the dance.

"Because someone 'apparently' had connections to them and could get them no problem.", considering how big and important she made herself out to be. Many assumed she was close to a lot of important people, "So what happened?", many looked to Alya for a reason why people were assuming things that hadn't even been booked.

"I don't know...everything should have been planned out already.", she wanted to sound sure.

"Well your the deputy rep.", meaning it was her job to make sure all priorities were together, "It was your classes job to get the venue and book the group."

"We did. I mean I asked Lila..."

"Lila?"

"Yeah. She's friends with a lot of artists.", she listed, "And she said she could defiantly get them to play at the venue."

"Merdi.", the other students looked at each other in exasperation at the girls name, "We're definitely not getting anyone then."

"What's that's supposed to mean?"

"You think we believe that liar can book big name groups?", she scoffed at the notion, "The party in a month. We also don't have a venue because you didn't book any place.", which means they couldn't have a party. Had they know what they do now they would have never agreed to this. Student's gave up various trips and events just for this party to happen. So they could raise money and prepare for what was supposed to be a night to remember.

"What she means is that with recent revelations to certain rumors going about the school. There's high doubt about these 'claims' that your classmate made.", another student president simplified.

"Well it's true.", Alya declared.

"Not from what we've seen."

"Just what was your class doing?", many of the other's in the meeting wondered just what procedures, if any, were being implemented since Mme. Bustier class was lacking to do their tasks.

"Exactly what we were assigned to do.", she replied, "We got a list of great asks to come and perform. And a lot of great venues as well."

"But, you didn't book any of them.", that was the problem, "Did you call their managers? Set up a date? Get a price check? Or get in touch of any of these acts or venues to see if they were available?"

"You also never talked to any of the other classes or fellow representatives about what was happening?", which now left to many missing pieces.

"But, Lila came to all the meetings?", didn't she?

"No she didn't.", the students said, "She hasn't been to a single meeting.", they had accounts to prove it, "As deputy your supposed to keep records when the class rep is falling behind.", and clearly she had fallen way below the cracks.

"I...I didn't know she hasn't been at the meetings.", she assumed she had always come.

"Well she didn't.", meaning there was no communication and no one knew about what was happening. Given a number of excuses of why the girl was absent or what was happening on their end.

"How was she even allowed into these meetings?", it was only for class reps., "Wasn't Marinette suppose to be the class presidents."

"Well yeah...but, she didn't exactly think that the party would work out."

"At least when Marinette was the class rep we could have probably gotten a good deal on food and dessert for the event.", her parents were kind and skilled bakers. They would have even donated bake goods just for their daughter. Instead the task fell to another class to supply food for a number of students, staff, and whoever was going to be at a party.

"Is that still on the table?", someone asked.

"Unfortunately the Dupain-Cheng's schedules are pretty full this month.", with orders set for months, "They won't have any available spots for the next three months from now.", they had asked Kitsi who explained that it they were booked.

"We can still have a party.", it wasn't the end of the world, "We can hold it at the Le Grand Paris and Nino could DJ.", which solved both problems. Plus the hotel could provide food.

"We've had dozens of parties at the Le Grand Paris and heard your boyfriend dj-ing.", they were expecting something bigger. All the students were expecting to be wowed and have a great time, "Your 'class rep.' and you, promised a super amazing act for a big party.", along with an amazing venue and entertainment. Not the same old, same old.

"At this point we might have to cancel the whole party.", and spare the other students disappoint and getting their hopes too high.

"Cancel? But, we've been planning this for months.", a lot of students were hoping for this.

"True. But, I don't see how we can have a school party with no venue or entertainment or food or even decorations.", only raising enough funds for smaller items needed since the bigger expenses were claimed to have been paid for.

"And it will be. I'm sure this is just a small oversight.", it happened, "I'll even call her to see where things still stand. It will all be handled."

"Well you better. This was your classes idea.", the other class reps warned that if they didn't or couldn't fix this the full blame would fall on her class alone, "Now for our next order of business, opening a new communication system.", he noted.

After the meeting Alya had quickly texted her class for an emergency meeting in the park. So among the tables of the picnic her classmates had gathered. The only one's not present were Kitsi, Marinette, and Adrien. Nino had also been absent. Possibly held up.

"And well...besides having no venue or band reserved. The school is on the verge of being cancelled.", Alya explained to her classmates the situation.

"This is bad."

"How can we not have a venue or band?"

"Didn't we book them weeks ago?"

"Well sort of...see after we made the list for the places and the groups I asked Lila if she could pull some strings and get us a great band.", hoping to get a good discount or even getting the places and bands for free given how high up she was.

"And, what did she say?"

"Well course she said yes. Kind of."

" 'Kind of'?"

"Well she didn't officially say she would. She told me all these great stories about meeting all these famous groups and musical celebrities...", she regaled.

"Stay on topic.", Alix snapped her finger seeing the dreamy state she was about to enter.

"Alya did you call her or not?", her classmates watched the blogger carefully. After the incident with the other class reps and deputies the students had been scrambling to try and figure out what was going on.

"W-well yes. I mean kind of.", she said in a way that didn't help the situation.

"What is 'kind of' ?", either she did or she didn't.

"I called her cell phone, but she hasn't answered...yet.", getting her voicemail she left a number of messages for her to call her back. Though not disclosing the much about the nature of the calls. Which for her was odd since she usually answered when she called.

"Maybe she's busy?", she always seemed to be up to something when she called them.

"Right. I mean she's on business with her mom.", obviously doing something important, "She get back in touch with me when she's free."

"Well while she's off on 'business', we need to figure out what to do about this dance situation.", if not, the whole student body was going to come after them of the dance got cancelled.

"Maybe we can have it at the Le Grande Paris Hotel.", it was still one of the nicest hotels in the city.

"Can't.", the hotel was booked solid for private functions. Including a wedding, two birthdays, and even a elegant party for invited guest only.

"What about music?"

"Nino could always play and maybe even have Kitty Section entertain the crowd."

"Again we can't.", the ideas were dismissed, "Everyone is expecting a huge act to play. Like Jagged Stone, Clara Nightingale, or RVER.", a famous act.

"I don't think we have the budget for that.", thinking about their funding was rather limited.

"Of course we don't. We were only raising money for...actually what were we raising money for?"

Max spoke, "According to my data we have about 1800 euros saved for miscellaneous.", since they assumed the other two big items were already set.

"I don't think that's enough for any place fancy or amazing.", Mylene frowned a bit.

"It's not. Most places charge that much as a security deposit alone.", which still didn't cover things like security, food, staff, and other additional charges.

"So basically we were screwed from the get go.", since apparently there was no way they could come up with enough money to get a cool venue or anyone close to a famous musical act they were expecting.

"I think we might be over our heads on this one."

"It's feeling like the debates all over again.", still fresh in their minds.

"Speaking of which, did we ever get any information on all the stories Lila told us?", the class looked at Alya.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"You did have proof right? That her stories were true."

"Well..."

"Please tell us you had evidence when we went to the debates.", and put their faith and confidence that she would outsmart that bow-tied blogger. Live.

"You told us you had evidence.", actual proof of all the stories they had been told.

"I said I would get evidence.", two totally different things, "I'm sure there is a logical explanation for all of this."

"But, you said you talked to her.", actually spoken and got real information that proved she was telling the truth.

"I did. Over a video chat.", but because she was on the subway she couldn't talk long and she could barely hear her. So it only lasted a few minutes. But, she was assured everything was fine.

"And what did she tell you?"

"Well New York City is great. She visited the Empire State Building and is really having fun helping her mom..."

"Okay. But, what about what's happening here?", at this point the class was in crisis mode and she was off having fun in New York. While they were trying to do damage control on every end. And she couldn't even pick up a phone or answer a voicemail. All they were asking for was a picture or video. Something that would and could prove what she said was the truth.

"I'm sure she's going to get back in touch soon. I mean come on, do you think she would leave us hanging like that?"

"Well she better.", they were in hot water as it was. Between the student's at school and their own home lives , unless something came and cleared all this up. Their social lives were pretty much going down in flames.

"Alix why are you so...I don't know tense today?"

"You do seem rather upset."

"Well I haven't exactly had the best morning.", she muttered, "I don't want to talk about it.", she dismissed, folding her arms.

"Yeah well, it's been a rather tense day."

"Well look on the bright side.", Rose piped up, "At least it couldn't get any worse. There's always a silver lining behind every dark cloud."

"Rose is right.", sure some things had gone bad, but there was always something to come and turn things around.

"Right. I'm sure there's an explanation for all this.", Alya was positive, "I'm going to try calling Lila again. I'll keep you guys posted.", with the meeting and minds seemingly settled the blogger had headed off. Leaving her classmates to converse themselves.

Yet even with their positive thinking. Even the most hopeful thinking can lead to unknown complications.

At College DuPont College...

Fencing practice had just let out. After changing his clothes, Adrien had been lingering in the halls. He had gotten an emergency text from Alya, but hadn't noticed until after practice.

"What is all this about?", nothing good. In the past couple of days the atmosphere in the school had become tense. Mostly with the tension between Kitsi and Alya. Coming to ahead when Kitsi pretty much called Alya's definition of friendship and her obsession with getting a good story. He had on;y heard about it through rumor. Though he already knew it had gotten bad. He had wished Alya would not try to bait Kitsi. She was way over her head at this point. Especially after what happened when Chloe tried to make a point and was shut down by Kitsi by just staring her down.

If this kept up he didn't know what would happen. He was already exhausted from the back to back akuma attacks. The tension at school wasn't helping.

With a breath he his phone away and prepared to head home. He had Chinese lesson tonight and had a photo shoot to prepare for.

"Adrien.", the teen gave a small jump, but when he turned around he saw Kagami. He didn't even hear her come near. Thankfully Plagg was asleep.

"Oh, hey Kagami.", he greeted his fellow fencer, "Sorry, you kind of snuck up on me.", he admitted.

"You seemed distracted today.", she commented on Adrien's performance, "Having trouble?"

"Not exactly.", he said, "Just tired. Between school, my lessons, and photo shoots. I'm pretty wiped out.", but assured he was okay.

"Clearly you are not.", Kagami didn't buy it, "While I won't push you. Know that you need to get your priorities straight.", she advised.

"My priorities?", he wasn't following.

"Not make make assumptions, but I believe the tension within your class is the true cause of your lack of focus.", she said.

"Well I guess. But, it's not...so bad.", though he didn't sound sure.

"I don't believe that.", she easily dismissed, "As I advised the blogger about her campaign against Kitsi being fruitless. I believe your reluctance to distance yourself from the situation is only making things worse."

"I'm still not following."

"I know that you knew about Rossi being a lair."

"You...did?", he paled a bit.

"It took me a moment. But, by the evidence and that look alone I can see I was right.", she usually was, "Honestly, I believe you have made more then one error.", other then hesitation.

"I did?"

"You allowed someone to continue bad behavior is just as bad as doing something bad yourself.", she didn't hide her disappointment.

"I just didn't want to make things worse. Exposing her would have made her a target."

"From what I heard that classmate of yours, Marinette, was made a target.", she had spoken to Kitsi and gotten details from her, "Does she not count?"

Adrien froze. He hadn't thought much about Marinette being akumatized. He didn't want to think about one of the most positive people in class. Someone he cared for. Nearly being akumatized.

Because of him.

"You said that the reason you did not confront this girl because you didn't want to make her an unnecessary target.", which in her eyes didn't make sense, "You even convinced someone, Marinette, to throw away her own morals and allow the girl's behavior to go unchecked.", which unfortunately led them to this point. She was sure that it was Marinette's feelings for Adrien that convinced her to stand to the side. Though love can only do so much when the world seemed stacked against them, "I know that Marinette cares for you. Given her personality she wanted to respect your wishes as a close...friend."

"I just...it wouldn't have solved anything to confront her.", though his words were like a scratched record and the meaning had long since fallen deaf. Becoming nothing more than a hollow excuse.

"There is no honor for a warrior who does not fight.", only the knowledge that they could have done the right thing, but instead allowed others to get hurt, "By allowing this girl to continue to lie, knowing she was lying, you enabled her behavior.", to grow and become worse. Leaving nothing but sorrow among a body of casualties.

"And now that people know, you harbor blame because you could have spoken up.", but took the passive way out and allowed his fellow students and friends to suffer, "I would have thought you could make better decisions then that.", for her he had potential to be a good opponent for her. A rival of sorts. But, allowing one's sense of morality to be blinded by baren senses could only lead to lose and bitter humiliation.

"And frankly, I'm disappointed.", and Adrien couldn't blame her.

"I know.", he finally said, "I've been racking my brain with this. Kitsi pretty much chewed me out about my behavior.", and lack of action in order not to cause a confrontation, "I'm not good with conflict.", never had. Usually he just stood off while other people handled things. And since it was usually adults, he didn't think it was his place to argue, "I'm trying to do better. Not, just for me. But, for Marinette.", who he let down in so many ways.

"And you think you can earn her forgiveness."

"It's not just her forgiveness.", he admitted, "I want to be someone that she can rely on.", and not just someone who left her alone. Friends didn't do that.

Kagami observed the boy.

"We will see.", walking past him Kagami stopped and whispered, "Your on the right track. Focus on your goal.", she advised before walking off.

Adrien sighed. Sometimes he wondered about Kagami and her coded pieces of advice. Usually she was so straight forward.

After leaving the school he waited outside for his ride to show up.

"Must be stuck in traffic.", it happened.

"Yo Adrien!", a voice called and Adrien saw Nino running up to him.

"Hey Nino.", he greeted, "What are you doing here?"

"Had to help my mom with some chores.", nothing major, "I was headed to Alya's for some emergency meeting.", he mentioned.

"Right, I got the same text.", he admitted, "Do you know what it is about?"

"Not really. But, my girl sounded serious when she called me.", since he missed the actually meeting, "Anyway want to head over with me?", he offered.

"I would. But, you know my schedule.", not much time for anything.

"Right, seriously. You think your old man would chill and let you have an off day.", Nino seemed to complain.

"Well you know my father...", he gave a dry smile, "Sorry I can't come with. I heard there was some kind of issue today."

"Yeah it's nothing. Just a disagreement.", at least that's what he heard.

"Speaking of which...", he said carefully, "I heard Alya and Kitsi had a bit of an altercation yesterday. Kagami mentioned it and sounded a bit intense.", to say the least.

"Yeah it was a bit of a moment. I was sure Kitsi was going to jump Alya.", but it just ended up being more of a stare down.

"Don't you think maybe Alya is taking things a bit too far?", he said carefully, considering she was his best friends girlfriend.

"What do you mean?", Nino seemed to notice the question.

"I mean it seems like Alya has been stressing over her 'disagreement' with Kitsi.", and wasn't helping herself trying to confront her every chance she got, "Confrontation isn't always the best choice. And maybe she should try not...stressing over what Kitsi's does."

"Look, Adrien my dude, I see where you're coming from.", he really did, "But, Alya is just trying to defend herself. I mean you heard what Kitsi said about.", both him and half of Paris.

"But, is this really the right way.", this conversation sounded eerily familiar, "I'm not saying Alya is wrong, but perhaps she needs to just, maybe, not go looking for a fight.", because he was sure if she kept poking Kitsi, she was going to put her in the hospital.

"Alya can handle herself.", he assured.

"I'm not saying she can't.", Alya was a tough person, "But, I think she's letting her emotions get her into situations she doesn't completely understand.", and was going to get in more trouble if she didn't take a step back, "Like when she went on the debate. She had no proof to back up her claims and ended up looking bad in front of the audience."

"Alya was just taken by surprise. It happens.", but he was sure his girl could bounce back.

"All I'm saying is maybe she's gotten over her head.", and was digging herself into a deeper hole, "She's devoting so much attention into trying to prove these stories, that she's driving herself up a wall.", with no exit on any sides.

"Dude it's fine.", his voice sounded frustration, "Just let Alya do her work."

"But, shouldn't we, I don't know help her?", like trying to keep her from doing something worse.

"The best we can do is support her.", he said, "She really wants to defend these stories and her integrity as a reporter."

"No one doubts she's good reporter.", not many, "She can just get a head of herself sometimes.", a lot of times.

"Now your starting to sound like everyone else.", yes Alya could be intense sometimes, but she was just passionate about her journalism, "Plus no offense, but you have to admit Kitsi overstepped by calling Alya a bad friend."

"I heard...", more or less, "I think people are just...running on emotions.", and not thinking, "Maybe if everyone just talked things out it might clear the air.", maybe not fix anything, but hopefully making things less tense, "Anyway want to head to the bakery?", he suggested.

"The bakery?"

"Yeah. I was hoping to go visit before I headed home. I wanted to visit Marinette.", and maybe actually talking to her.

"You've visited her?", he sounded surprise.

"Well yeah, I mean we haven't talked.", not yet at least, "But, Kitsi said she's been feeling better and might even be coming back to school soon.", he said with excitement in his voice.

"She is?"

"Yeah. Though I don't know when.", but he was just happy she would be back and he would be by her side, "Anyway we can go together if you want. She'll be happy to see both us coming to visit."

"I...think I'll have to pass.", he declined, much to Adrien's disappointment.

"It's just...I need to go. Alya's probably wondering where I am.", he mentioned how he promised to meet up with her.

"You sure? I mean, if you have things to do I understand.", even though he was sad he couldn't, "Maybe another time.", he said hopefully, "I guess I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah, later.", with that Nino headed off. And once he was out of sight, Adrien headed over to the bakery. Where his friends were hopefully waiting.

To Be Continued...

Next Time: Surprises and Secrets