"Bet I can race you to school!" She bellowed back.
"Oh really!" Mari loudly chirped, taking off forgetting about the Strawberry and Cream Frappuccino left on the dustbin now far behind her.
Chapter 2- Logic in a Lie
The two crashed into the school yard in fits of laughter. When they finally looked up and around, it was completely desolate. The only noises except for the regular Parisian traffic was a humming from students on the first floor. The two girls laughed nervously and sprinted up the staircase, Alya quickly taking one last gulp and dropping her now-watery drink in the bin.
Marinette fell through the classroom door first, Alya in tow although, to their surprise and relief, no teacher was to be seen. The girls laughed once again, making their way to their shared desk.
"A bit late, aren't we?" Nino chuckled, turning around in his seat to Marinette and Alya rubbing the back of their necks ruefully. The sight made him laugh.
"Marinette just 'couldn't go on without her strawberry and cream Frappuccino'. Which she left behind anyway." Alya rolled her eyes good-humouredly.
Marinette raised her eyebrows, sighing dramatically, "okay, for one I never sounded that desperate. Two-"
"Hey Alya, Nino! Sorry I'm late. There was something wrong with the tires-" Cut-off, Marinette melted once she saw who walked over to them. The tall, blonde, extremely handsome, dreamy, particularly CUTE, strapping, sexy, hot-
"Marinette, you're starring…" Alya whispered in a slow, melodic kind of way.
"Oh, hey Marinette! Didn't expect you to be on time!" The smart-looking teen smirked playfully at the young, very red-cheeked, girl.
Marinette was a complete sticky, blushing, gooey mess at his simple tease. Such a simple tease, causing such an over the top reaction. But what was new? This was just Marinette and everyone thought it.
"Y-yeah! H-hey A-A-Adrien!" She couldn't stop the helplessness oozing in her tone. She honestly thought she was silly. One, silly for loving him. Two, silly for acting the way she did. Everybody else could notice all the stutters and the blushes she displayed in front of him… Everyone but Adrien.
She wasn't sure if that was good or bad… Either way he was completely and utterly oblivious. But she guessed that was down to not being around other girls enough to take the hint.
"So are we all still down for after school?" Adrien spoke, taking his seat beside Nino.
"Yeah, bro. It's not like you get these opportunities much anyways."
"True. And me and Mari are definitely going to be there." Alya took her gaze from the two boys to her best friend looking dreamily down at her sketch book.
"Mari?" Alya nudged her gently.
"Oh, hmm? Yeah? Oh, yeah! Yeah, yeah, I'll be there!" A tiny bit flustered, she closed the book on her desk a little too hard, grinning a small bit too widely to be seen as normal. With her eyebrows and the openness of her eyes all out of place almost like she was confused or thinking about something, minus the furrowed forehead, her expression was most definitely a unique one. But her friends learned to get used to her odd scenes and never really questioned them anymore.
Nino and Adrien looked back around to the start a new conversation as did the two girls.
Mari buried her face into the table in pure embarrassment and shame, "why can't I just act normal for once?" Her complaint muffled beneath her arms.
She felt Alya pat her comfortingly on the back lightly.
"Oh Mari, you just have to accept it's who you are."
The dark-haired girl looked up and pouted intensely.
"Ooooh…" Alya retreated her hand to pull a sour face, "that is not a pretty face, girl."
Marinette didn't change the details of her glare she was giving out until Mme Bustier hassled to her desk, almost spilling over a plot of pens. The classes individual chatter gradually turned to a small murmur here and there, a silence commencing as the teacher spoke. Out of her bag she pulled out two films- one being and the other being 'Les Misérables' and the other being "Le Roi Lion". It was the last day after all, and the Mme did promise a film to the class on the last French lesson towards the start of the year.
And the class – being the children they were- chose the latter (only Chloé, Lyla and Sabrina choosing otherwise, but where's the surprise there?).
The majority of students sung along happily to each song, even sometimes the group jokers like Kim, Alix, Mylène and Nino would stand up and play out certain scenes for a laugh.
After what seemed like much over an hour, the movie got to the point where Simba finds Nala again in the jungle and sings the infamous, "L'amour brille sous les étoiles". Alya nudged closer to Marinette, humming the tune into her ear. Marinette knew what she was getting at and couldn't restrain from gazing at the blonde in front of her.
"So 'ya gonna ask him out?" Marinette didn't have to look to know he red-head was wiggling her eyebrows at a rapid rate.
"No, Alya. I already told you. I'm not going to do it, you aren't going to, nobody is going to. Me and Adrien both need more time to get to know each other before I can ask him anything like that."
"Well… dates are just for that Mari!"
"I know but we need to be closer friends first. Dates are not for that."
Alya let out a long sigh and slumped back into her side of the seat.
"'ya know Adrien thinks you're cool, right?" She muttered almost inaudible to the blue-eyed girl next to her.
"W-what? He said that? Marinette pulled up her posture straighter, now the one leaning in closer.
"Yeah, the other day when you had to study with Julika…"
Alya wasn't telling the truth. But Marinette didn't need to know that… She needed a boost in confidence and a little lie seemed like the most logical way to do something. She was certain Adrien liked her friend back! She was so sure of it!
Marinette hid her face away from Alya but never said anything and continued to watch the film while all the jokey members of the class went to the back to fake slow dance with their desk partners. Of course, Mari chuckled but didn't take as much notice as she wanted to. Could have what Alya said been true? Even if Adrien did say he thought she was cool- she thinks Nino's cool, but she'd never want to date him! Her answer was still no to Ayla's plan. But knowing the other girl far too well, Marinette knew she wouldn't give up or take no for an answer…
A cold chill ran down Marinette's spine, and it wasn't because it was cold.
Authors Note:The chapter was meant to be longer I promise! This chapter and the next one were supposed to be the same but I thought I would have been better to get Chapter 2 out before I hit the hay.
Again, this chapter is more of an introduction to the situation our characters are in and could (maybe) be entering filler territory **sweats nervously**
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-L.E-Rae _x_