(Thank you, AMiraculousCat for all your advice/support! chaton4life on wattpad, you're OC finally makes an appearance!)

Oh, it was damn true. He hated everyone he worked with, everyone who judged his designs. Everyone who called him a dirty piece of shit that didn't belong in Agreste Designs. Everyone who doubted him. They thought he was worthless.

At least until his most recent ones became trends.

Take that, losers.

He was working on a new design today when he heard screaming and yelling coming from outside the boss's office. He was just going down to borrow some ribbon from the department across. Man, I hate people, he thought bitterly.

". . . and I hope you choke on it!" a girl yelled, storming out of the office. She must have been yelling at Agreste. He rolled his eyes and continued walking. But she didn't move. In fact, she just stood there shouting. He walked a little faster, hoping she would move. But then he realized that she wasn't going to.

You know how?

He ran into her.

"Shit! Watch where you're going, you—" Then he stopped dead in his tracks. This girl had tears streaming down her face, her yellow dress stained with dirt. Her blonde hair shone in the sun coming out of the windows, and her bright blue eyes popped. She was angry, but he couldn't help but think how beautiful she was. But she just came out of his boss's office.

Nathanael Kurtzberg, the liar, the lover, and the ass was sitting right next to this blonde beauty who was hurt by Adrien Agreste as well. Why do I keep running into these girls? He thought.Why not just invite every girl over to my house to start a recovery group?

"Why don't you? I was perfectly out of the way! You just don't know proper etiquette!" she yelled back, picking up her things as well as his. Mascara was spilling down her cheeks, and she quickly wiped it away. She looked familiar, so familiar, in fact, he probably could name her if he saw her on TV. Something with a 'C', I think, he rummaged.

"Oh, um, I'm sorry, miss. I don't know what I was thinking," he lied, standing up swiftly and taking his things back. He bowed. "I recognize you, but could you help me remember your name?" He took her hand in his and kissed it politely.

"I'm Chloe Bourgeois," she managed, taking her hand away gently. "And ex-fiancee of Adrien Agreste. Who are you?" Ah. The mayor's daughter. This day just kept getting better and better, didn't it?

Her haughty position reminded him of his sister, Rachael. Though they looked nothing alike, it was simply their demeanor that connected the two. Rachael had jet black hair, green eyes, pale skin, and was only fourteen. Almost a complete opposite of Chloe.

"I'm Nathanael Kurtzberg, Miss Bourgeois," he answered. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."

"I'm sorry you had to see me like this," she mumbled, shaking his hand. She bent down to grab something off the floor again. It was shiny, silver, and round. A ring, he thought. She still has the ring? Did that monster buy that for her?

When she picked it up, he could see that it wasn't an engagement ring. It was, in reality, a promise ring. Probably from her father or mother. "Damn it, I really should get this resized," she murmured to herself.

"It's . . . it's okay, Miss Bourgeois," he stammered. "Why did you break up with the boss?"

"Because he's still in love with this girl named Marinette Dupain-Cheng!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air. "Would you break up with someone who didn't love you any more than you loved them?"

"Wait . . . ," I muttered. "Did you say 'Marinette Dupain-Cheng?'" he asked, a little louder. "She's my—"

"What? Girlfriend?"

"No," he said. "She's one of my friends, though. And she still can't get over Adrien." He said his name in disgust, spitting it out like poison. But if that meant that he still missed her. . . .

He couldn't let her know. She was going to be his. He immediately said goodbye to Chloe, dashed out of the hall and out the door. He had planning to do.

Rachael looked at her brother seriously, and then said the stupidest thing he'd ever heard her say. "I want to go to a Clef Noir concert, Nath," she told him confidently, her hands on her jean jacket. Nathanael had to bite back the bark of laughter that shot into his throat.

"You want to see . . . a guy who hasn't performed in eight years?" He asked, forming the words slowly. A smile cracked onto his face. Where did she hear about this guy?

"Yes. He's making another appearance for his ex-partner as an apology. I want to see it," she said again.

Oh, damn it, I groaned. Marinette's always had a soft spot for music. The perfect opportunity!

(Sorry for the cliffhanger, it's just easier to write that way with different POVs. marinette is up next, but Nathanael won't be making an appearance. Just a very, very talented singer that didn't show much in the last book. Hehehehe I will update ASAP)