Adrien's POV

I am insanely mad at Lila Rossi, the creature who crash-landed into my nowhere-near perfect life, and if this is possible, ruined it more than it was already broken.

Somehow, I manage to drag myself out of bed in the mornings and lug myself up the path to the limousine. I don't think that just going to school makes me a normal kid. There was Lila; there was my father; there was being Cat Noir.

And there was Ladybug.

I'd sworn to myself that I would never love another the way I loved m'Lady. She was mine and only mine, even though thousands of fanboys lined up, tripping over their own feet to be near her, the same way the fangirls lined up dizzily to be within a meter of me. I wasn't even jealous; in fact, I pitied her. I knew the feeling of embarrassment that came from everyone loving you, but not caring to know the person behind the fame; the mask; the face. I hated that feeling of resentment towards everything in the world that seemed to be out to get me.

That, seemingly, was everything.

Ms. Bustier's POV

Honestly, with all of Lila's current illnesses and apparently (for lack of better words), disabilities, the girl is a walking medical miracle. I don't know how she ended up in my class and not Madame Octavia's; she teaches children with every known disability and offers online courses like a pro. That way, Lila wouldn't have needed all that make-up work. I was becoming tired of her constant visits to Achu, Hollywood, and elsewhere. I couldn't continue this constant stream of replacement assignments, make-up test proxies, and replacement computers. This was clearly not in my job description.

"It is my personal decision at the school meeting," I say, "to have Miss Lila Rossi, a student in my class, be moved to Madame Octavia's class." Mr. Damocles wags his furry, owl-ish eyebrows at me. "Oh no," he says, "don't your students love her? Isn't it an honor to be assisting and teaching a celebrity? Do you think she is a burden?" I am shocked. "No no no no no, never," I stutter, but Mrs. Mendeleiv interrupts me. "I certainly do. The child sent the Haprele girl to the emergency room, and Couffaine and Lavilliant home in tears. Cesaire has permanent scarring on her left cheek and has been recommended for skin grafting. And do not even mention Kurtzburg! Do you think I am foolish enough to let her stay in my classroom as a danger to everyone involved? I am no fool. Do not overestimate her. She is a hazard!"

Mr. Damocles's eyebrows crunch into a unibrow. "Mrs. Mendeleiv, I'm certain we could find another solution..." Mrs. Mendeleiv shoots him down. "If you had sent three students to the emergency room, you'd agree with me. At some point or another, this school is going to get sued. And Ms. Bourgeouis, whose father has given us funding to run this building in tip-top order, has had both of her hands minorly burned and a terrible rash caused by LILA ROSSI splashing a Florence flask full of laundry detergent into her face. She could have had serious eye damage had she not been wearing protective goggles. I am not planning on getting sued, especially not by Mr. Bourgeouis, so I advise- no, I implore you to transfer Ms. Rossi to Madame Octavia." Madame Octavia smiled. "I am happy to take on another student and help them carry the weight the world has placed upon their fragile shoulders. With celebrity connections like Miss Rossi's, I hope she may raise autism and diabetes awareness in our hallowed halls and across the world!" Mr. Damocles smiled at her. "Perhaps we can arrange for her to spread the word without changing classes. My word is final; we do not transfer Miss Rossi to any other class. Meeting dismissed." He shoos us away like flies, and I can't help feeling cheated. I grit my teeth into something resembling a smile and walk away to teach my class. No matter what, Lila is going to get an education at her respective level. I will make sure of that.

Marinette's POV

Ms. Bustier walks into class with a smile on her round face unlike any smile of hers I've seen before. It was on the verge of being a grimace. I am shaken, and have a good reason: She only wore a grimace when she had been akumatized into Zombizou. She sits down, sips her coffee, and rearranges the unnerving expression on her face to transform herself into the teacher I know and love. She suddenly seems like a different person than the irritated, grouchy-looking woman who walked in the door a few seconds ago.

"Well, class," Ms. Bustier says, "I hope you all know about the exchange student program. Yes, Mylene?" Mylene says, "Yes, Lila was just telling us about them!" Ms. Bustier's smile falters. "Lovely. Just lovely. Tell me what you know." Mylene starts in on explaining the lie. Sure, the students could be from those countries, but Ms. Bustier's voice brings me back to Earth. "I'm sorry, class, but the students are not from China, Cuba, and the Dominican Republic. Regardless of what Lila has told you, they are most definitely not. May I continue?" The class nods their collective head, and Ms. Bustier continues, "One student is from New York City. The second is from Cornwall, in the Southeast of England. And the third - well, the third has requested for origin locations to remain secret. I have no idea why," she adds with a glare to Chloe and Sabrina, probably gossiping about where the exchange student was from. "Now, there are three students who have been selected from our school and will be traveling to these places in place of our exchange students. They are Nathaniel, Marc, and Ivan. Thank you, you will have a substitute the rest of the day." Ms. Bustier marches out of the room, her head in her hands.

I knew something was up.

I also knew that something had a little connection to Lila.