This'll be a bit of a big chapter with two POVs. If I get more than 10 reviews I'll do another chapter later this week.
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I checked my phone again, Marinette was late. Mademoiselle Bustier was already marking the roll.
Come on, where are you?
"Marinette? Marinette Dupain-Cheng?" Mme Bustier glanced up, looking for Marinette.
"Here!" Marinette had burst in through the door. Phew, that girl really needed an alarm clock.
Sitting down, she opened her textbook and got out a notepad. I scribbled on it, Why were you late again? She scribbled back, i think someone moved my stuff in my room around.
"What do you mean? Someone was-"
"Alya, if you raise your voice again, you'll have to go next door."
"Yes, miss."
Sitting back down, my cheeks were red from embarrassment. I continued to write, How's it going with Adrien? She replied, You know that I'm too scared, I can't do that.
"Girl, when are you-"
"That's it, Alya, go next door right now!"
"Yes, miss." Gathering my stuff, I walked down the hall to the next class for the lesson. Sitting in the back row, I glanced at the girl sitting next to me. Holy cricket, she didn't look like Adrien did she? She did. Quickly, I hid my phone from the professor's view and started texting Nino.
A: Adrien doesn't have a sister, does he?
N: No, he doesn't. Why?
A: Just checking, the girl next to me looks really like him.
N: Woah, strange.
A: Does he have any cousins?
N: I'll ask.
I put my phone away, and started to make conversation. Luckily for me, I can make convo with anyone. Apparently her name was Daria Fontille, and she was a ballerina and design/drama/media student. She was rather pretty too, with wavy blonde hair and eyes just like Adrien's. She looked so much like him, I kept wanting to ask her if she was related to him.
Time seemed to pass really quickly. The bell rang, and everyone started packing up their things.
"You would absolutely love my friends, you should come hang out with us at lunch."
"Maybe, I'll think about it."