The next day at school, Adrien followed behind Chloe and her gang as they entered the classroom. His avocado-green eyes started at the floor, afraid of glancing up at the people who had called themselves his friends only yesterday. His sunflower-blonde hair hung like a golden curtain in front of his eyes, hiding his sorrow-filled eyes from view. Chloe sat in the front seat along with Sabrina, and motioned for Adrien to sit beside Lila in the bench behind them. Adrien obeyed like a loyal labrador puppy, collapsing into the oak-wood bench and resting his aching head on the desk firm desk.
Class droned on, and Adrien sat at his desk, numb and utterly unattentive. He barely realized when a note had been placed on the table in front of him until he felt a slender-fingered hand stroke the top of his own. The subtle touch of a feminine hand comforted Adrien greatly. He looked up to see that class had just ended, and that he was one of the only people left in the classroom.
A small slip of pastel-orange paper was tucked underneath his binder. Adrien was about to unfold it when he noticed someone walking up to him. He looked up to be hit by the rage filled glare from a pair of amber eyes.
It was Alya Cesaire.
And she was livid.