Marinette walked Alya back to the living area. Marinette had to adjust her pace to Alya as Alya looked around the campus with wonder. Marinette watched Alya explore. It was only a couple years ago when she had been touring the campus with such excitement. At the time she'd been walking with the person who'd inspired her to study magic seriously. Marinette could almost see her walking beside her and pointing to interesting things. She stopped and pointed to the clock tower. The clock tower sat right behind the living area.

"That one's my favorite," Marinette gestured towards the tower, "it was built to remind everyone that magic is always with us no matter where or when we are."

"Really?" Alya stopped and looked at it.

"Well that, and so nobody could claim they didn't know it was time for class."

They arrived at the doors of their rooms. Marinette hesitated. Chloe was behind that door. She would much rather stay in the hall and talk to Alya.

"Thanks for showing me around."

Marinette turned to face Alya. Alya placed a finger on Marinette's forehead.

"Stay strong," Alya removed her finger, "don't let Chloe get you down. See ya around, teammate."

Alya walked into her room.

Marinette touched her forehead. She smiled. She walked into her room. Her smile fell.

Marinette's bed was covered with stuff: clothes, shoes, makeup, and tons of random objects. On the other side of the room, Chloe relaxed on her bed as Sabrina rubbed her feet. Marinette's body caught fire. She approached the two.

"Chloe!" They both looked at her. Marinette took a deep breath and forced her voice to stay calm. "What is all of this?" She motioned to her bed.

"The closet isn't big enough for all my stuff," Chloe flipped through her magazine. "But don't fret, Marinette, Sabrina brought you a sleeping bag.

Chloe pointed in the opposite direction. Marinette followed Chloe's finger to the dingy blue sack in the corner of the room. That thing did not deserve to be called a sleeping bag. It barely deserved to be called a sack.

"I am not sleeping in that."

"Excuse me?"

"I am no sleeping in that, Chloe!"

"Fine, reject Sabrina's kindness. I could care less if you freeze on the floor."

"Couldn't care less," Sabrina's voice was small.

"That's what I said," Chloe glared at Sabrina, who shrunk back.

"I'm not sleeping on the floor," Marinette pointed at the bed, her hand shaking, "Move your stuff."

Chloe laughed.

"Oh, I get it," Chloe snatched her feet from Sabrina and sat up, "You let that new girl get in your head Marinette. Did she make you think you were something?"

"Her name is Alya," her words flashed through Marinette's head, 'Stay Strong.' "And this has nothing to do with her."

"Of course it doesn't." Chloe got up, knocking Sabrina over. She moved towards Marinette. "Let me remind you of something. You are nothing. Some people are born elite and others are born to bakers. Some of us are gifted with the magic of the elements and others play around with wire. Some of us are born to be on top and some unlucky people are born to be at the bottom. Can you guess which is which?"

"That's a terrible way to look at the world."

"You would think that."

"It's not true! You're not better than me!"

"You think so?" Chloe smiled. "Prove me wrong then. Hit me."

Marinette froze.

"Go ahead, Marinette. You dream of hitting me don't you? Take a shot. I won't even hit you back."

Marinette clenched her fist. She looked over at Sabrina. Sabrina looked away then looked down. What kind of request was that anyway? Chloe thought she was so tough. Maybe Marinette would hit her.

"You won't do it," Chloe leaned towards Marinette, "Because you're weak."

Marinette rose her hand. She pulled it back. She froze. She tried to move her hand. She couldn't. What was she doing? This had to be some kind of trick. If she hit Chloe, she would definitely hit her back. It would probably hurt worse than anything Marinette could do to her. Even if she didn't hit her back, what would she tell everyone? Marinette would definitely come off looking like the bad guy. Maybe Chloe would even take it to the principal. Marinette might get suspended or even expelled. What would she tell her parents?

Marinette dropped her hand.

"You're a bad person."

Chloe didn't respond.

Marinette turned away. She needed to get out of here. She needed to get away from Chloe. Marinette picked up a change of clothes and her shower basket before leaving.