I know I said that Chapter 2 was coming soon, but i have been ver busy. I am sorry. Enjoy!
Chapter 2
"Marinette!" Tikki screamed at a girl wrapped in her blankets making her not visible. "Wake up! You're going to be late!"
Marinette heard the word, 'late', and jumped out of her skin. "School!" She reminded herself. She threw her blankets off and started racing around her room, tripping occasionally on sewing equipment from hoping. Marinette snatched up her bags and blotted downstairs to grab breakfast, but missed the last step and fell face first on the floor.
Her dad ran to her side. "You need to be more careful, Marinette." He offered his hand for support.
"Thanks, Dad." She praised him. She got on her feet and headed for the door.
"Don't forget your breakfast!" Tom handed her a croissant.
"Thanks, Dad, again." She had a chuckle to herself before blasting out the door. She made her way to school, eating her croissant on the run. But the next thing to face, were stairs. She stared at them as if it was a gun duel.
Alya spotted her from afar. "Mari!" She called.
"Hi, Alya." Marinette didn't lose contact with stairs.
"Umm..." Alya looked at her with concern. "Why are you giving a death stare to the stairs?"
"I sprained my left ankle." She simply said.
"Ok? And stairs are your new enemy?" Alya said. 'She doesn't even death stare Chloe as much as these stair!' She thought to herself.
Marinette just continued staring at the stairs, ignoring everyone around her including Alya.
"Yeah..." Alya wasn't too sure how to stop Marinette. "Come on, Mari. I'll help you up the stairs." She suggested. Alya grabbed her hand and put it over her shoulder like Adrien did. They made it through the archway of the school before Adrien appeared behind them.
"Hi Marinette and Alya!" Adrien said.
Scared to death by how quietly Adrien snuck up, Marinette let out a small squeal. "Gah! A-Adrien!?"
"Are you ok, Marinette?" Adrien studied Marinette's ankle.
"No! I mean! Yes! I am perfectly pine. I'm mean! I am fine!" Her talking once again failed by stuttered the wrong words.
"Ok?" Adrien said, trying to make out what she really said.
Alya thought of this to be the perfect opportunity for her ship. "Perfect! Adrien, Mari sprained her ankle pretty bad, do you want to help her?" She said, ignoring Marinette's death stare.
"Sure." Adrien said straightforwardly. Alya placed Marinette's arm on his shoulder. "So what did you do to your ankle?" He asked, curious.
"Uh..." Marinette tried to think of a lie fast. "I fell crooked!" She said, a bit too close to the truth.
"You must've fallen pretty hard for it to be this bad." They were nearly at the lockers.
"Hehe, yeah. The round- I mean- the ground can be tough." She stuttered her way to a complete sentence.
In Adrien's jacket, and Marinette's handbag, Plagg and Tikki were face-palming at there blindness. "Why can't they just figure it out!" Plagg said, just quiet enough for no one to hear.
"Thanks, Adrien." Marinette said. She lifted her arm off his shoulder and lost balance. Adrien caught her before she met the ground.
"You need to be more careful." Adrien noted.
She lost all sense of reality and basically fainted him his arms, blushing more than ever. "Don't let me go..." she said, sounding drowsy.
"Marinette?" He asked as he sat her down on a near chair.
"Just fine." She said. Then she fainted.
"Marinette!" Adrien spotted Alya outside the locker room with Nino. "Alya!" He called.
"What's u-" Alya saw Marinette in Adrien's hands. "Did she... faint?" Alya asked.
"I think so. I promise, I didn't do it!" Adrien did not want to be the reason for her unconsciousness.
She looked at Adrien and tried to hold back a laugh. "Oh, Adrien, I know you didn't do it on purpose. But you did do it. Just not in the way you think." She couldn't hold back her laughter this time.
"What?"
"She'll hopefully tell you when she wakes up." Alya explained.
Adrien pulled out his phone and checked the time. "Class starts in ten minutes. What do I do until then?"
"Well..." She let a huge smile appeared on her face. "You could carry her to class." Alya suggested.
Adrien went red. "Carry her? But what if-"
"Please!" Alya interrupted.
"Fine." Adrien hesitated before putting Marinette's heavy arms around his neck and lifting her up onto his back. Little did he know that Alya was filming for one of her blogs.
"I know I'm going to breaks some hearts... but Adrien Agrest has got himself a girl!" She whispered to her viewers, making sure that Adrien couldn't hear her.
They made it to class. Adrien was going slower than usual, that way nothing would happen to Marinette. With two minutes to spare, Alya swapped seats with Adrien.
"Um? Why is Marinette sleeping?" Miss Bustier asked.
Adrien, lost for word responded with, "She kinda fainted..."
"Then why is she here!?" Miss Bustier was flooded with so many different thoughts that she looked terrified.
"Um... well... it's not like anything bad happened. I was just helping her to the lockers because of her sprained ankle." Adrien explained.
Everybody's shock suddenly turned into face-palms. Everyone knew how Marinette had fallen for Adrien, even Miss Bustier.
She let out a sigh. "Keep an eye on her. When she wakes up she can join the lesson, and you can explain everything." Miss Bustier declared.
Chloe was not ok with this. "Excuse me, Miss. But shouldn't we take her to the nurse. She might distract us otherwise."
"Unfortunately, with Marinette's sprained ankle, she is at risk if we transport her. Therefore, we cannot take her to the nurse. Plus, she cannot be a distraction if she is unconscious." She didn't look like it, but she was enjoying going against Chloe. "Now before the class ends, I'd like to teach you guy something. Turn to page 57." She gestured to the iPads on everyone's desk. Everyone followed her instruction, apart from Chloe and Marinette. Sabrina ended up being the one who did it for Chloe and Adrien did Marinette's. Not to long after, Marinette flopped over and rested her head on Adrien's shoulder.
Alya reached into her bag instantly, watching Miss Bustier carefully to make sure she didn't get told off.
But too late, she noticed. "Alya."
"Please, miss." She mouthed.
She let out a sigh and let her take a photo of the couple.
Adrien didn't seem phased by Marinette. In fact, when he noticed her he smiled. You know that smile that he always does around Marinette.
Half way through the lesson and Marinette final awoke, with a fright might I add. "Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry!" She repeated when she came back to reality, find Adrien next to her.
Adrien scratched the back of his head. "Don't worry. Is your ankle ok?"
"Um. Yeah!" She hadn't even remembered about her ankle.
"Miss Bustier told me to catch you up when you woke up." Adrien explained.
"Really? I mean! Thanks?" Marinette continued to jumbled her words, like usual.
Adrien summarised what they had been learning for the past thirty minutes. Alya was beaming behind them. She wasn't going to miss anything!
When the class ended, Adrien, Alya and Nino were helping Marinette around the school for lunch.
"Miss Attention is at again I see," Chloe said while walking past, making sure that Marinette heard her.
"Just because I have a sprained ankle, doesn't mean I can't defend myself!" Marinette automatically reacted. "And I'm not always trying to get peoples attention!"
Alya and Nino thought that it was fair for Marinette to react. Meanwhile, Adrien wasn't too comfortable with his only friend when he was younger being yelled at. "She's trying to a get attention." Adrien tried explaining. "Don't give her the attention she seeks."
Marinette freaked out when she remembered how Chloe and Adrien had been friends for years. "Sorry, Adrien. She just sometimes gets on my nerves."
The remainder of lunch was normal with no extreme event or anything. Just four friends chatting. Even class was normal!
"You were really awkward today, Marinette." Tikki told her.
"I know. But I can't help it!" Marinette spread herself across her bed. "Goodnight, Tikki."
"Hey, you're lucky there was no Akumas."
"That is true." Marinette fell asleep easily after her exhausting day.