¡Hi everyone!

This is our first fanfic and we hope it is to your liking. It will be an Adrienenette with bits of Lukanette, and lots of laughs in between!

The new chapters will be released after the ones in Spanish.

DISCLAIMER: The characters do not belong to us, except Charlotte Agreste and Olivie Verau

WARNING: Contains swear words, not intended for children.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The beginning

It was the second day at school. Marinette had tried to arrive early, so she could talk to Alya, her new friend. She had been desplaced from her old seat, because although she had arrived early the day before to keep her seat, Chloé Bourgeois, her enemy since forever, had won it leaving an empty space next to her. She had also basically ordered Nino, who was in the first row, to leave an empty space next to him.

—These are for Charline and Adrikins— the blonde had said.

When Marinette had asked who those were, she had laughed in her face, stating that "even common people like her should know that".

When searching them in the Internet, she had been surprised to find that their were the sons of her favorite fashion designer.
They were the Agreste siblings, Charlotte and Adrien.

Tuesday, François Dupont school, 7:50 am.

Today, when she had arrived to class with Alya, she was very surprised.

And it was a very big surprise indeed.

There was an Adrien Agreste poking a white chewing gum, a Chloé Bourgeois laughing out loud and a horror-stricken Charlotte Agreste.
And all that was happening in her seat.

When Marinette was about to yell at them for putting chewing gum on her seat, someone exploted.

Surprisingly for her, it was Charlotte Agreste.

—Chloé, how could you do this? It's terrible, and whoever the owner of this seat is, she doesn't deserve it. Chloé, again, why do you do this? When I met you as a little girl you were good and sweet to everyone, and you're like that to me and Adrien, I know you can be good to the rest as well! The Chloé Bourgeois who is my best friend would never do this— said the girl, nearly begging.

She took a breath.

—Adrien, how's it going? —she continued.

—I. Don't. Know. How. To. TAKE THE CHEWING GUM OUT! — yelled the boy.

—I'll do it— Marinette said. She put a napkin in the gum, and when she was about to throw it in the trash, Chloé exploted.

—It's that... I felt so alone— she said sadly —and the other kids had their perfect and complete families and lots of friends, which made me furious. I missed you, Charline— she answered, sobbing.

—And...—continued Chloé —I'm sorry, Marinette, Alya.

That was shocking. The Chloé from 3 years ago, was no more.

—Hi there! —said a smiling Adrien. —My name is Adrien Agreste, and this is my sister Charlotte— he told Marinette, Alya, and Nino, who had just arrived.

—My name is Alya Césaire.

—I'm Nino Lahiffe, dude.

—And me, I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Pleased to meet you!

Hello there everyone, my dear students! — said the teacher, better known as Madame Caline Bustier. — Today we have... wow! — she exclaimed, astonished — 5 new students!

—First, let me present the Agreste twins: Adrien and Charlotte! — proclaimed the teacher.

The mentioned waved their hands shyly, Charlotte sitting with Chloé and Adrien with Nino.

—Then— continued the teacher — we have Alya Césaire, who had already come yesterday.
Alya smiled and saluted the class. She was sitting with Marinette.

—Now — she kept talking — apart from Chloé, Adrien and Charlotte, we have another celebrity: welcome Lila Rossi!

A green-eyed, brown-haired girl entered the class.

—I have a bad feeling about her being here— said the Agrestes simultaneously, who already knew her.

Chloé and Nino just laughed at the coincidence.

—Finally, we have our last new student. Welcome... —the teacher was interrupted.

—HERE!— shouted a girl who had just arrived. She was tall, and had short, brown hair, with eyes of the same color and a slightly brown skin color, dressed with a squared green blouse and blue jeans.

—Olivie Verau —growled Madame Bustier.

Olivie smirked, and sat next to Lila, which was the only seat available.

And when she turned back...

—Luka! — she exclaimed. — I hadn't seen you for a long time!

School Cafeteria, 1:35 pm.

It was lunchtime. While Olivie and Luka were recovering from the lost time, since they had been best friends when little, Marinette and Nino wanted to take Alya, Adrien, Chloé and Charlotte to their table.

They, enthusiastically, accepted.

As a matter of fact, Adrien had been so happy that he started running, and crashed with Olivie, causing the ink of her favorite pen to spill.

—Watch where you're going, you bad-dyed blonde! — she yelled. —Did your mom not give you eyes? —Olivie said.

—Yes, obviously, if not I wouldn't be seeing how ugly you are— answered Adrien.

—At least I am natural, as I haven't bought my face with money! —she exclaimed.

—Do you who are you messing with?

—What, are you going to call your daddy?

—I don't go to my father for stupidities! —he shouted.

—Then who? Your mom? Oh, wait, sorry, YOU DON'T HAVE ONE! — she responded.

Adrien was very hurt.

—Go die somewhere, bitch! — he exclaimed.

—Let's go, ADRIEN! —said a green-eyed girl, with blonde hair, a lilac blouse and black expensive jeans, a look only completed with a delicate necklace with a small rose.

Charlotte Agreste.

—You'll pay for that, Agrestes— said Olivie.

They were still in the cafeteria.

—I want revenge— confessed Olivie to Lila.

They were sitting on a table with Luka, Juleka, and Rose.

—Oh, honey, I know what you can do— said Lila in a singing voice.

—Tear that slut Charlotte's necklace.

—But my revenge is against Adrien! —said Olivie.

—Yeah, but don't do anything to him, poor boy— said Lila. —However, her sister has always prevented me from being with Adrien. She deserves it— continued Lila, voice dripping with venon.

—Break that necklace. It isn't relevant to her.

—Will do.

Olivie didn't know the real value of the necklace. Lila did.

When the Agrestes, along with the Bourgeois girl were going to pick up their desert, two girls approached them.
Olivie and Lila.

—What do you want? — asked Chloé carelessly, already smelling a conflict.

—Adrien, if according to you, I'm such a slut, then I need my collar! —shouted Olivie.

And she tore Charlotte's collar, making it fall to the floor.
Adrien and Charlotte were astonished, with their eyes bulging out.

Charlotte bent down, picked up her necklace, and when she realized that the purple lace with the rose was no longer on her neck, and that the lace was broken, she started crying.

Chloé grabbed her best friend's face, making Charlotte lean on her shoulder.

—How could you? That was the last gift our mother gave Charlotte before sqshe vanished FOREVER! — Adrien's voice b Cada porta tecracked.

—I... didn't know that. I'm so sorry— apologized Olivie.

—"You didn't know". That's BULLSHIT! — yelled Adrien.

While the two other girls went to the bathroom, Adrien remained there, fuming.

—Lila, you lied to me! You said the necklace was priceless! — exclaimed Olivie.

—I... didn't know as well. Oops! — said Lila, but her laughter gave her away.

—Olivie, listen to me. From now on, THIS IS WAR— he said, and he walked away.

Olivie felt sad and embarrased.

I am truly sorry.

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