Marinette concentrated on the board at the front of class. She was very aware of two green eyes practically burning a hole in her head. The budding designer would not have minded if he was not being so weird with her too, but every time she caught him, he averted his gaze. It was almost as if he was trying to work something out about her, but was not being very discreet about it.

Two blondes sat across the walkway on the desk which fell level with her and Alya's. For the entire lesson, at least one of them had been glancing in her direction. She knew why Felix was doing it, it was all part of his 'plan', not that she knew what that was exactly, but she was starting to get the gist of it:

Make Bridgette jealous.

Honestly though, for Marinette, she could not quite grasp what he was trying to show herself, or why he was being like this when Bridgette was not around.

All he'd managed to do so far was put everyone's nose out of joint. Adrien especially seemed to be pretty annoyed by the attention she was getting from Felix but still, she surmised he was just worried about her. At least that was the impression he gave her before they entered the bakery at lunch.

Marinette thought back to that strange encounter, completely ignoring the stare she was fully aware of, and mused over what he had said:

'I wanted to ask you if-' Adrien stopped himself, rubbing his nape and dragging his hand down his shoulder, seeming flustered while looking through to the inside of the bakery. 'I, just, don't want you to get hurt, so...' He had been rather unsure when he had said it, and Marinette thought there may have been more to it. Felix however, interrupted, coming out to guide her inside, asking her what she would recommend.

Nino had seemed pretty frustrated too by that. Marinette was sure then that both males were just dubious about Felix, and were feeling protective of their friend. Marinette however, already knew he was up to something, so was not worried by the added attention. Besides, it seemed like Felix would have to up his game, since Bridgette had asked many questions about Luka since he had picked her up off the floor.

With the thought of Bridgette, the raven haired student found her mind wandering again, thinking back to what her cousin had found, or as it would be, had not found that morning.

Marinette's fellow bluenette had not had much luck, but the fact that she found so very little press about someone who was apparently always starting new charities did not quite add up. Even typing in her name should have brought up some sort of article about any of the charities she was always saying she was working with, or the celebrities she claimed to be affiliated with for that matter. What would be the point in starting a charity, if they were not going to have a launch of some sort? It made no sense.

Alya was kicking herself at the time, "I could have easily uncovered the truth if I had just thought to look!"

"Babe, only two out of the whole class didn't believe her-"

"But they're so far fetched!" Alya ran her fingers through her hair, ignoring Nino, "thinking back, it's unbelievable, and I believed it!" She looked at Marinette, "girl I'm so sorry."

"I know, and it's ok." Marinette had smiled at Alya, Adrien smiling down fondly at her forgiving self, giving her a soft smile. "What else have you found?"

"Well," Bridgette started, turning her laptop so they could all see the screen. "All of her social media profiles are practically public, which, is stupid when you're lying about the picture you've just posted!" Bridgette smiled broadly and used her hands in an animated fashion while talking, distinctly not looking at Félix, who was sat on the other side of Marinette. She clapped excitedly, "want to see where this picture is really from?"

All bar Félix paid attention to the picture Lila had posted, the blond looking out of the window while he sipped his cappuccino. A month prior, the diplomat's daughter had claimed to be at Lido di Orrì, Sardegna, but after Bridgette had done a reverse image search, they found that the picture was of a different beach. The picture she had used was of a beach in Baratti, Tuscany, and, as Félix pointed out rather blasé on the subject, she had been relying on no one realising. Not one person who had commented on the post, had said anything about the error, or noticed that it had been taken straight from a tourism website.

"Either everyone is as gullible as those in your class," Félix pointedly looked at Marinette with devilish charm and bumping her shoulder, "or she has made up a load of profiles to go along with her scheme."

Adrien's face had morphed from a scowl to one showing enlightenment. "Check one of the ones we don't recognise Bridgette please."

"She hasn't..." Alya gasped, as they went through one, two, three, five, ten other profiles on Facebook. "She has!"

"AGRESTE!"

The slam of a book on the front desk along with Adrien's name being shouted by their less than happy business teacher, brought Marinette out of her thoughts.

"If I catch you looking in Miss Dupain-Cheng's direction again, I will be forced to bring her up here just so it looks like you're paying attention."

The two students both looked shocked at their respective desk tops. Bright red and obviously flustered, the class enjoyed the only slight embarrassment inflicted on them both. The females of the class were swooning, happy that Adrien finally seemed to be realising what had been in front of him all along, all except for Chloé that is. The boys were sniggering and taking notice, but that was more for the ribbing purposes at a later date.

Felix's plan was working for Marinette, but for some reason he was not content with this. He was even more unhappy that Bridgette had not stopped asking question after question about Luka. The musician was aesthetically pleasing, the blonde could not deny that, but so was he by all accounts.

'What's so special about him?' He mused while Adrien fiddled with his ring beside him. 'His hair is a mess, he has awful taste in clothes and he's, he's...urgh! He's something and I don't like it!'

Felix sulked quietly while the teacher drawled on about quantitative and qualitative types of data. He had done this back in England, and had found the topic pretty self explanatory then. He noticed his cousin making a visible effort to not look in the direction of Marinette and Felix smirked before finding himself staring at her again too. Trying to be discreet in his observations, he mused over Bridgette's cousin while appearing to pay interest to the teacher.

"...de Vanily!" The tightly wound woman growled from the front of class.

Or so he thought...

"Huh?" The blonde jumped, evidently he had not been paying enough attention, as more sniggers echoed around the room.

"What is it about today?" The teacher sighed pinching the bridge of her nose and shook her head in frustration. "Can you please explain the difference between the two types of data?"

Félix relaxed, leaning on the palm of his hand, angling his head so he could see Marinette try and concentrate from the corner of his eye. "Quantitative is data revolving around numbers, qualitative is data revolving around words and opinions."

"A simple explanation," the teacher went back behind their desk, "but it will do," she muttered.

The teacher went back to her lesson, and Felix caught Marinette's eye. Winking, he used his peripheral vision to watch for Adrien's reaction, and was not left disappointed. The blonde felt smug as he watched his cousin purse his lips and clench his jaw. Yes. This plan was most definitely working out for Marinette.

Felix smirked as he reached for his phone. Opening his web browser he found a funny picture of Chat Noir flailing around in mid air, the text reading:

'Chat Noir: The Parisian Jester.'

He thought he was onto a winner with that image, as all his other memes had been really well received. He angled his phone so Adrien would be able to catch the exchange, and was surprised however when he read her reply.

Marinette: Ladybug would be lost without him. He is just as important as her, and those pictures are nothing but damaging to my favourite hero.

Adrien was surprised to see the exchange between his cousin and Marinette, but he felt a jolt of happiness at her correcting his cousin by defending his alter ego. Stating he was her favourite. The blonde had to suppress the toothy smile he wanted to bestow upon her before he got into trouble again. He was also noticing that Marinette was not as receptive to Felix as she had been earlier, and the model felt rather satisfied about it.

After what Nino had said about him being jealous of Marinette and Felix, the model had found it very difficult to keep his mind off her. He was sure that Nino was wrong, and he was just feeling protective of his friend, knowing his cousin may have ulterior motives. He was loyal to his lady, the cuddling sessions were just two friends comforting each other, right? Marinette had surely never indicated anything further to the blonde. She did not even speak about Adrien to Chat, and he knew there was someone that she liked, but she never mentioned his name.

He would like to know who the idiot was. Who could possibly be so blind not to see what an amazing person she was? He was also hoping that their cuddling sessions would continue if she managed to confess her feelings to him, because good friends were known to do that, right?

It would have to be a question he debated at a later point, as his teacher's scowl rested upon him once more. Feeling a blush tint his cheeks, he stifled a smile at the thought of their almost nightly meetings, and actually did some of the work.

That afternoon, after his piano lesson had ended Adrien was sitting in his room. Felix had disappeared, and Marinette was not answering his text messages, his mind told him something fishy was going on.

His wonderful cousin had pointed out that he had covered for Adrien when he had disappeared without a word, so Felix felt that Adrien should do the same. And that is what he was doing now.

Plagg lay in Adrien's dirty clothes basket, sleeping off his cheese coma, and the blonde was toying with the idea of heading over to check on his classmate. He was just concerned for her, as any other friend would be. The fact that she was not answering his texts did not sit quite well with him, and he needed to be sure she was ok.

Dare he wake up the tiny deity of destruction?

Yes.

There was no question about it. He would do it for any of his friends, right?

He picked up the little black being carefully, "Plagg, we're going out."

"Meh."

The Kwami rolled over in his semi-slumbering state, lazily opening one eye to look at his chosen. "Kid," he deadpanned, if you're going for another cuddle session with Pigtails, don't you think it would be better to do it as you."

"I couldn't do that!" The model countered defensively. "It's something Chat and Mari do."

Plagg yawned while assessing his chosen with two bright green eyes. "Is it because you don't want to make it weird?" The Kwami tilted his head, "because it would most definitely be weird if she finds out Chat is really you, and she's been cozying up to her friend."

"I'm her friend and Chat is her friend what's the difference?" He countered.

Plagg looked pleased with himself, "my point exactly." The small entity smirked before slumping at the sight of Adrien's pout. "Fine~"

Chat bounded across the rooftops of Paris to his regular destination. He had several routes which he took, to make sure it appeared as if he was just making the rounds, and this particular round took him past The Seine. He spotted two people walking, hand in hand as they chatted freely. The image of himself and Marinette doing that was quickly dismissed, but the smile that it brought to his face lingered.

Two more bounds until he was there, and the black hero stopped. He saw Felix hand in hand with a dark haired young lady, and his stomach twisted. On her balcony she stood, gazing up at the blonde and his heart clenched in his chest.

Prowling the rest of the rooftop, he scaled down the side of the building, keeping his eyes on the pair standing by the railings. He had a choice to make: Did he intrude as his leather wearing self, or did he transform back and knock in his civilian form. Peering around the corner, he checked if the coast was clear before transforming.

"Kitty?"

He froze, hearing Marinette behind him. He turned with the expectation of needing to explain what he was doing, skulking in the alleyway, but Ladybug stood a few feet behind him. A puzzled look about her face.

"What are you doing here?"

So, it is obviously Bridgette on Marinette's balcony, but what is going on exactly? Thoughts? How do you feel about Lila? I have afew choice words which are not suitable to type for that person...

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