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Marinette POV
I silently gasped as I saw the same boys from last night's akuma battle. One was shorter, had ghostly pale skin, and jet black hair. The other was significantly taller, with blond hair and tan skin. He kind of reminded me of Adrien in a way. But Adrien was so amazingly awesome, no one could compare him to anyone. Miss Bustier shooed us to class, and we started our lesson.
I couldn't stop thinking about those boys. Why were they here? They could just be transfer students, but I don't recall having one of those programs here. Something was off about them and I needed to find out what.
"Marinette, c'mon, we'll be late for our next class," Alya chided.
"I'm gonna need your help at lunch time," I replied
