Never Let Me Go

by AlexArtemesia

Some secrets just can't be kept, no matter how hard you try. Some things are simply meant to be. - Canon divergence in that it takes place after the events of Chat Blanc, but it kind of tacks on to the end of the episode and goes on from there. Aged up to attend Lycee and to avoid writing about 13-year-olds' love lives.

10. Chapter 10 - Lila

How dare she.

How dare she touch Adrien like that. How dare he touch her like that! This wasn't supposed to happen! They were supposed to have gotten more distant, not suddenly closer together! It made no sense!

Lila's hand curled into a fist and her nails bit into her palm as her rage coiled viper-like in her stomach, cold and writhing. She'd only seen the three by happenstance, and the scene had made her stop dead before she'd gotten close enough to hear them. But that hadn't stopped her from seeing Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste all over each other, and then when Alya Césaire suddenly appeared from where she'd been spying from behind a door, Lila knew she had no chance of breaking up the little tryst.

Gabriel Agreste will need to know about this, Lila thought, though she hadn't a clue what the fashion mogul would be able to do about it. In the years since their time at College, his hold over Adrien had been slipping, the younger Agreste more and more willing to disappoint his father if it meant exercising his own personal freedoms. Still, Lila faithfully reported to the man any and all things concerning his son, and Gabriel Agreste, true to his word, endeavoured to make Lila's life somewhat easier. Occasionally, that meant photoshoots with Adrien, occasionally that meant a reference call to a studio she was interested in. Their partnership had been mutually beneficial, for the most part.

It only helped her more that he seemed all-too inclined to keep Adrien away from Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Not that either of their plans seemed to be working if what she'd just witnessed was any indicator.

Casually, Lila pulled her phone out and snapped a picture, which would be damning enough in its own right. Scrolling to her contact for Gabriel Agrete - or rather, his assistant - she sent the image, along with the tagline, 'you should have seen them two minutes ago. What will you have me do?'

It took less than a minute before her phone vibrated in her hand and she brought it to her ear.

"Separate them by whatever means necessary."