Presley Carnovan was no stranger to mystic battles. Ever since he was a child, he'd been in one fight after another- in constant danger of having his soul taken by an ancient evil. But nothing in his years on the run had prepared him for dealing with a teenaged girl.
Chloe Bourgeois was stunning- she had her mother's supermodel body; long and thin, if a bit mean-looking.
When Presley had first come to the school, he'd tried to mind his own business (which was difficult seeing that these French children were so welcoming) yet even he knew that Chloe was part of her own world that didn't have to associate with him or anyone. The only person who had managed to even get close was Marinette.
Ugh. What a loser.
If a rain cloud could sit in a desk, it would be her. She was always sighing, staring out the window, or leaning on Chloe out of sadness. Presley couldn't stand people like that; he'd lost more than anyone else had but he didn't spend all his time mourning their loss. He was too busy trying to find a way to destroy Scarab. But now, he would have to pretend to be sympathetic in order to get close to the mayor. Realistically, Mayor Bourgeois would make a powerful ally in defeating Scarab, and the only person who could get close to him, and the only person who could get close to her was Marinette.
And so he was determined to at least TRY.