Adrien slammed his bedroom door. He dug his face into his pillow and screamed as loud as he could. What was this? Why was this bothering him so much? This feeling…it was strange. He'd never felt it before. It was as if someone had released a large number of butterflies inside of him, fluttering and tickling his insides. They radiated heat, warming him up; especially his cheeks. He was normal around others, it was just her. Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
She made him feel like this.
He'd dated plenty of girls before. For fun. Though, he never liked them, they were just attractive. It was always a simple relationship. He'd ask them out, drag them along then dump them whenever he felt like it. It always ended in tears, but he didn't care. He just moved from one girl to the next. Most would consider him a playboy – doing what he wanted, when he wanted – but it is what it is. So yes, he'd dated plenty of girls. Yes, he had experience. So, why was this bluenette making his insides melt like no-one else?
"Alya, what was the answer to question 5?"
"Oh, I skipped that one. It was too difficult."
"Well, it must be in the book somewhere! I've looked through it, but I can't find the answer!" Marinette flicked through the textbook, lying on her stomach on her bed while Alya sat opposite her.
"Girl. Calm down. By the way, did you see Adrien Agreste at all today, he didn't go to any of his classes." Alya put her pen down, sitting upright.
The bluenette did the same. "Well, yeah. I kinda may have bumped into him and dropped all my stuff." She blushed at the memory of her face coming into contact with his chest.
Alya smirked. "Well then. He was in school but didn't show up to any of his lessons. That, and it was his first day. Good job, I think. Listen Marinette," Alya's smile had dropped and Marinette became nervous as to why her friend's mood had changed so quickly.
"Hm?"
"Do you like him?"
"Who, Adrien?! No! I could never!" Marinette was outraged by the idea of having a crush on him. The blush was simply at the reminder of her clumsy accident.
"Good, because that Agreste kid may be hot as hell, but he's the biggest playboy out there. He picks up girls, strings them along and dumps them whenever. He just uses them."
Marinette's face grew pale. "He really does that?"
"Yup. Dumps them like they're worthless. Read about it online. That kid means nothing but trouble. Don't let him lure you in, Marinette."
"Don't worry Alya. I could never imagine myself having a crush on him."
"I know, it's just that I don't want you getting hurt." Alya patted her shoulder.
"I know," came the bluenette's reply. "And I love you for that."
Math. The most boring, most useless, most complicated lesson in the history of lessons.
"- so that would be the graph for the equation in part (a). Any questions?"
Max raised his hand.
"Yes, Max?"
"Miss Bustier, I think you've plotted a point wrong."
"Oh yes. So I have. Thank you Max, you're a – "
Miss Bustier stopped taking when the door burst open. Everyone turned their heads as Adrien marched into the class and took a seat at the back. Chloe immediately got up and practically sat on top of him.
"Adrikins! Where were you? I texted you yesterday!" She tapped his chest teasingly with her manicured finger.
Adrien flinched. Though, he didn't hesitate to push his childhood friend away, giving her an icy glare. "Chloe. Long-time no see."
Chloe's face turned red. She turned to face the others. "He doesn't know what he's talking about, we saw each other 5 days ago, remember?" She turned back to Adrien and winked to let him in on the secret, indirectly telling him to play along.
"You mean 5 years ago? I don't know if you've noticed, Chloe, but I changed my number around the time we got separated. So, I don't know who you were talking to, but it definitely wasn't me."
Chloe huffed and went back to her seat, head held high, muttering to herself.
Marinette was surprised, to say the least. No-one had ever stood up to Chloe before. She was a bully. She would torment you for the rest of your life if you tried anything. So seeing Adrien do that and Chloe do nothing about it, that was…wow.
He made eye contact with her and she smiled, waving at him and then turning around to continue listening to the lecture. Adrien tried to hide his blush by burying his face deeper into his hoodie, ignoring the fuzzy feeling inside. He was Adrien Agreste, for god's sake! He wasn't supposed to let some ordinary girl make him feel like this! But her smile was so precious. God, that girl is going to be the end of him. Whether he liked it or not.
Author's Notes:
Here is another chapter! I hope you enjoyed it!
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