Miss. Mendeleiev was writing on the gargantuan chalkboard situated behind her desk. "For years, alchemists from ancient times had attempted to turn elements like copper into gold, however, this was not possible until the discovery of nuclear chemistry, which so happens to coincide well with our projects on nuclear energy."

Ironically still behind both Marinette and Alya, and unfortunately next to Cartman, Kenny began dozing off and on. It felt like the teacher had been writing on that stupid chalkboard for all eternity. He had expected her to be as lax as the English teacher, who just handed silly projects for them to do while she continued with whatever online shopping she was doing before school started.

That was until he felt the pocket of his orange hoodie vibrate. Almost immediately, he swooped down and picked it up, careful not to be caught. It was Craig.

Craig: u busy?

Kenny quickly turned off his ringer and began typing back.

Kenny: no

Craig: everyone else and i are going out after school, idk where.

Kenny: i need to get away from this bullshit, sign me up

Craig: what bullshit? you beat them up after like two seconds. the juniors are tougher than them.

Kenny smirked under his sun-kissed hair.

Kenny: but can juniors do what they did? don't think so lol

Craig: whatever. u down?

Kenny: sure. even got the place.

Almost immediately, he switched to a browser on his phone and tapped down the same bakery that he had probably loitered in more than once on this trip, found the address, and copied it.

Kenny: Tom and Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie 12 Rue Gotlib 75021 Paris

Kenny looked up again to see the teacher still writing on the board. "In nuclear chemistry, there are two different types of energy-releasing reactions: nuclear fusion and nuclear fission. Fission is the splitting of a heavy nucleus into lighter nuclei and fusion is the combining of nuclei to form a bigger and heavier nucleus."

On the other side of the table, Cartman yawned and began to stretch. "This class is so damn boring!"

"Worse than Bustier."

"We learned all this crap, like, two months ago. Why the hell do we need to do this shit again?"

"Because you clearly need it again judging from your grades, fatass," Kyle hissed from behind them. Stan began to quietly chuckle.

Cartman rolled his eyes. "You only say that because your fucking parents bribe the school into giving you straight A's, you dirty Jew!"

"Fuck off, you tub of lard!" Kyle gritted his teeth.

"You can't escape from the truth, Broflovski."

The teacher drew a small cartoon caricature of what appeared to be an atomic bomb. "One example of nuclear chemistry in work is the development of nuclear weaponry, where both fusion and fission are at work depending on what kind of weapon or bomb is being deployed."

"Hey, dude. Are you BFFs with Chloé Bourgeois?" Stan suddenly asked. "You two were laughing at something earlier."

Cartman snorted, almost loud enough for the class to hear. "Are you actually retarded? Why the fuck would I want to be close to that bitch? The only reason she's remotely tolerable is that she can do whatever the fuck she wants and get away with it."

"Like you until Butters slugged your ass in from of the whole school," Kenny childishly giggled. "That was so fucking hilarious."

"Don't forget when he leaked the video of you dressed as Brittney Spears for the whole world to see!" Kyle snickered.

"Or that one time when tried proving he wasn't gay by putting his balls in his mouth?" Stan added.

Cartman pouted and crossed his arms. "Fuck you, assholes!"

Suddenly, Miss. Mendeleiev turned around and so did the heads of everyone else in the class. "Clearly, you four boys are thinking something else is more interesting than this lesson. Perhaps you'd like to share with the class?"

"No, Miss. Mendeleiev. We were just conversing about the importance of nuclear energy and how we could apply it in America!" Stan lied through his teeth rather impressively.

The teacher cocked an eyebrow for a moment but then turned neutral. "Very well then, but I don't want to see another intimate discussion of yours again."

She turned back around and resumed her teaching. But more trouble that would commence in the confines of the chemistry classroom was yet to come.

Later...

"Kenny!" Marinette ran from her seat towards him. "I need to tell you something about the project!"

"Huh?" He followed her back to her seat, where a large shopping back was sitting next to the table. Inside was the posterboard from yesterday rolled up alongside a tangle of wires. For what? He didn't know.

She reached for the bag and took out the wires which up close, he could see that these were small lights.

"I found these at my house yesterday. I was thinking we could use these for the posterboard but then Lady WiFi came."

She started to untwine the lights. "I think we might have enough time to set them up. There's tape in the bag too."

He reached through the bag and pulled out both the poster and the tape, and started assembling the poster. When he unrolled the posterboard, he was shocked to find it completely finished.

"I worked on it last night."

"I probably should have, uh, helped you with that," Without a doubt, Kenny wanted a little more than that. But that would have to wait.

"Oh, don't worry! It wasn't that much anyway! Can you hand me some of the tape?"

He ripped out a piece but when he went to give it to her, for a brief moment, their hands touched. It was rather romantic, even for Kenny. If Cartman was near, he would've died laughing and sent it to every kid in their class. He hoped he was somewhere else in the room. They quickly let go.

"Uh, sorry about that," the blonde quickly mumbled.

"Oh, uh, you're fine!" Marinette giggled.

Then, Kenny finished taping the last of the lights left. "That should be the last of them."

He then stepped back. "Do you think we went a little overboard with the lights, or...?"

Marinette looked at the posterboard, glowing with fluorescent lights that they found somewhere in her room despite the poster being for an element on the periodic table. "I don't think so. They look quite lovely."

Later...

"I hope you haven't forgotten, but presentations start today as we speak so I hope you've put effort into them!" Miss. Mendeleiev ended her drudging lecture to finally move onto the projects that her students had spent a week working on.

"So, who'd like to go first?"

Chloé got out of her seat. "Cartman and I would."

"Then the first group to go will be Chloé Bourgeois and Eric Cartman! Please give them a round of applause!"

"Ah, shit," Cartman grunted at the news and shuffled to the front of the classroom.

Chloé signaled at Sabrina to take out and roll a poster identical to the one Marinette and Kenny had made and place it on the teacher's desk.

Chloé cleared her throat. "As you can see, we did Germanium."

Cartman crossed his arms and rolled his eyes as she spoke. This was going to be one hell of a presentation.

"As you can see, because Germanium is named after the country of Germany, we decided to focus on that for our project because that's the only thing people should actually care about," she pointed to detailed sketches of not only the element itself and it's location on the periodic table, but also of locations throughout Germany such as the Brandenburg Gate and the Reichstag, and portraits of the Kaiser and of course, Adolf Hitler.

"Chloé? Being talented?" Nino whispered to Adrien. "I thought she was only good at being self-absorbed about herself."

"Nino, that was a little mean."

"No offense," Nino shrugged.

Marinette looked closely at the drawings as Chloé dozed off and on during Miss. Mendeleiev's lectures on the periodic table when she noticed something about the style of the drawings. She swore she had seen them before.

Then it came to her: these were Nathaniel's! But why would he agree to draw anything for her, he hated her for telling the whole class about his feelings. But then she remembered how vulnerable he could be when he was manipulated enough. Especially since his akumatization only a few days ago.

Chloé must've forced him to do everything in the project for her!

"Does anyone have any questions about this place? Cartman mumbles. "Like it's anywhere interesting."

Marinette raised her hand. She knew what she was going to do.

"You in the pigtails."

"I like the drawings; I was going to ask who drew them."

Chloe angrily responded. "Obviously me. You know, because I'm so talented."

Kyle and Stan turned to each other.

"She even sounds like Cartman with a pair of tits and actual authorit-ah," Kyle whispered.

"No wonder these kids hate her. I would too."

"Oh, because your style looks a lot like Nathaniel's, and I was wondering if you asked him to do it for you while you took all of the credit."

She turned to Alya who looked back with one of amazement as the class began to burst into laughter out of shock, even Adrien. To her, that made it totally satisfying.

Chloé angrily threw the postcards she had been holding and stormed back to her seat in defeat. Sabrina ran up to recollect them. Cartman on the other hand was laughing his ass off in pure shock so hard he would have collapsed on the floor had he not grabbed onto the table walking up.

"Jesus Christ!" He choked out laughter between every word. "That was so fucking amazing, dude." He wiped a tear from his eye.

Miss. Mendeleiev immediately got up from her seat and looked at the poster. "While I do not condone this inappropriate manner in the classroom, Marinette was still right in a sense. Please do not take credit for what you have not done. Now that I'm looking at this, do look like they were done by Nathaniel."

"In that case, Marinette, would you and your partner like to go up to present?"

Kenny got up from his seat and took out an outlet from the large bag as Marinette took the posterboard from the bag.

Once she flashed a thumbs up, he plugged it in. The lights flashed on as the audience gaped in amazement.

"It's so beautiful!" One of the girls, with a blonde bobcat and a frilly pink tutu, cheered.

"Quite the marvel, you two. You both clearly took your time on this." Miss. Mendeleiev praised probably knowing it was an attack on Chloé too. "Now let's see if your research is on par."

"No problem," Kenny smirked and pulled out a few notecards. He took off the mask and cleared his throat.

"Let's give one final round of applause for Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Kenny McCormick!" Miss. Mendeleiev looked at the two. "Very well done, you two. You should be very proud!"

As they walked up to their seats, Adrien flashed a thumbs up. "That was so cool, guys!" Marinette blushed. Kenny, on the other hand, just smiled back.

"See? I told you that it wouldn't be so bad," Alya retorted.

"Adrien complimented me..." Her face fell onto the table, almost tomato red.

As Kenny sat back down, his friends began to gush, something that Kenny swore would've probably never happened in a million years.

"That was so fucking cool, dude! Damn, now I wish I got her as my partner!" Cartman sounded like he was only moments away from squealing.

"You're acting like I did nothing."

"Whatever, dude. You're so going to get an easy A on this," Kyle retorted.

On the other side of the room, Chloé angrily crossed her shoulders and slumped on her seat.

"What's the matter, Chloé?" Sabrina attempted to comfort her.

"What's wrong! That pesky little brat stole the spotlight from me again and now Adrikins likes her! Ugh! This is so unfair!" She yelled. "But she better know what's coming to her. I'm sick of all of this."

"W-what do you mean?

Chloé pounded her fist into her palm. "Tomorrow she'll finally be put where she belongs. And this time, I'm not afraid to get physical with her."

Miss. Mendeleiev was attempting to yell whatever the schedule would be tomorrow if that was what she actually was saying but to no avail. Her voice was drowned out by the commotion made by the students as they were clawing out of the classroom and to whatever plans they had made for the night. The Boys were no exception, however for half of them they weren't as excited.

Cartman burst through the bright red doors leading into the courtyard and started to stretch, revealing his glorious rolls of "big-boned" goodness. Fortunately, not too many people were out there to see it except for the rest of his friends.

"Careful, fatass. You don't want Chloé posting it for all of Paris to see!" Kyle snickered and took off his black jacket with green edges. He tied it around his waist.

Then, some macaroons that were in a box in Cartman's backpack fell out and onto the pavement. Almost immediately, Cartman swooped down to retrieve them like a vulture with its play. "Goddamnit!"

"Those were on the ground, dude! Gross!" Stan stuck his tongue out in a playful disgust. "Don't you already have a shit ton anyways?"

"Whatever! I'm not throwing away food!" He put it back into the box. "Are we doing anything tonight?"

The three looked at each other.

Kyle shrugged. "I told you guys already. I'm stuck at Alya's for the night."

"Adrien invited me to his house with Nino for the night," Stan added.

"Craig invited me somewhere during class. I think he's going with Tweek and everyone else," Kenny mentioned.

Cartman sighed angrily. "That means I'm stuck with Butters all night. Fuck you guys!"

"Hey, don't blame us. You're the one who wanted to hang out with a shallow bitch when you could've been nicer to everyone," Kenny countered.

"What the fuck, dude? I was nice to everyone!"

"Don't think calling Adrien a 'white Token' and pissing Alya off and making her Lady WiFi is being nice," the blonde rolled his eyes.

"Now I'm stuck hanging out with Butters for the entire night because you three backstabbing assholes didn't invite me anywhere!" Cartman grumbled.

"Do you actually think I want to hang out with the same girl that tried to fucking kill me on national television?" Kyle countered.

"Shut up, dude. You were literally eyeing her all of class," Stan chuckled.

Kenny winked and smirked. When he smirked, his tongue snapped in his mouth. "You know, I could teach you a few moves if you two are stuck alone in her room for the night."

"You too, Kenny!" Attempting to revert the attention towards his mini soap opera, Cartman began to pout but pronounced Kenny's name godawfully in the process. If there was one thing he could do if he had the ability to control what he could change, it would be that horrendous lisp that the fatass has retained since fourth grade. "You could've fucking asked Craig to invite me with you, dipshit!"

"Whatever-" Kenny turned his head to see the one and only Alya Cesairé heading straight towards them. Finally, he actually had something he could use to change the fucking topic and escape the wrath of a thousand clogged arteries. "Look, Kyle! It's your damn girlfriend!"