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Everything was a blur, it seemed like Mireille who dressed in a tight white dress that could practically pass as a tube top was set on making sure I wouldn't leave her, it was her top priority to fetch me drinks and back away any girls wanting to steal her spot. I winced as she took the empty red plastic cup, replacing it with another full one. I took sips, already feeling tipsy. Probably not the best image for a young model to get plastered off his ass but the fact I was of drinking age just made it more tempting. Mireille began looking like a white blur with a black dot for her head, I slurred sweet nothings into her ear.
"Adrien," She giggled excessively, taking a couple blinks and staggers to find her balance, she fumbled putting her hands in my hair. "I-uh, Do you need water?" She stirred.
"Mmmm," I nuzzled her cheek, breathing in her rose perfume. I coughed back, it was to much for anyone to wear. She took the sign as if I really needed that water and she'd be the best girlfriend if she met to my needs without order. Without hesitation. I scratched my head after I saw her squeeze her way through the groups of people, guys taking their chance to stop her or make her journey harder. I should be going over there and tell them to lay off, something in my mind told me too but something bigger told me to let it roll off. Which I did, I leaned on the wall sparing flirtatious grins and winks at passing fans, something that kept me busy and entertained. 10 minutes passed told me Mirielle either got lost in her own house or was deeply invested in some guy's mouth. Right in the corner of the living room people flooded, right across from the wall I leaned on. I had to squint to see her, either it was the liquor or her big house that seemed to be never ending even when it was full with half of Paris. Drinking the last of the red cup, I tried to see past the blurred faces, only one girl didn't look so distorted with makeup and overflowing curves with itty-bitty scraps of cloth. I made my way to her side, she was right by the front door and was rubbing her arms for heat. Her only heat was her friend who looked like a flame who just left her side. Her black hair was a curtain. I could probably see my reflection from her shiny hair if I wasn't so disoriented.
"Cold?" I nudged to get her attention, leaning up a hand on the wall she occupied. She shivered even more when her blue eyes met mine, like she was turning into ice starting with her vibrant irises.
"Mhm." She said sharply, blowing out her puffed cheeks and turning herself from my side more. "What do you want Adrien?"
She sounded familiar, it wasn't the fact she knew my name. Hell, everyone knows it. "You looked cold and lonely, I thought I could send a little warmth your way."
"Um, Adrien, do you know who you're talking to?"
"The most beautiful person I've ever seen. I bet the same goes for you too." I smiled brightly to hear a muffled giggle. "Your laugh is so cute," I started but she turned to pluck the empty cup from my hand and shook it in my face.
"You're drunk." She said point blankly.
"And cute. And so are you." I sloppily brushed hair from her face. She recoiled a bit but sighed.
"I'm going to get Alya, you've had too much. I can smell your breath from here." She started to walk towards the kitchen. I furrowed my eyebrows, I grabbed her arm assertively. "Adrien-" She sounded amused but a bit exasperated.
"Don't leave," I purred. She resistantly surrendered to my pull and was a finger length from my chest. She was so short, like a doll and she smelled heavenly. Like a mixture of sweet bread and a warm citrus smell, familiar. "Dior?"
"Huh? Okay, Adrien stay right there okay? I'll be back." She tried to break free, a surprisingly strong grip. I lost it, I didn't expect a girl to reject me none the less be stronger. But seeing her strong resistance, I didn't want to pester her with my drunkness. Although it was painful to watch her leave, I respected her sober wishes and stayed put. A mirror kept me and my drunk self company.
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"Alya, hey," I waved to get my redheaded friend's attention. She seemed to simmer upon seeing her now ex with a couple of dumb bimbos. "Want me to beat him up?"
"No," She shook her head, a red plastic cup to her lips. "They'll lose interest him in a day. I know I did."She turned her slurring attention back to me. "Now it's my turn." With a wink she started to a group of guys, I squinted to see who was there- Kim, Jalil, Ivan, Max and some people I didn't recognize.
The words 'hey Adrien is drunk off his ass and I'll never forgive myself'-being a decent person I am-'If he did something stupid' still on my lips. I sighed seeing it was useless and that I'd drop him off at his mansion and come back to her. Suddenly, after seeing how many drunk and frap boys there were dampened my mood. I went back to retrieve the stammering idiot where he was all handsy with Mireille. She broke out of their embrace, for whatever reason, and made her way to where I stood, annoyed and suddenly tired. I gave her a smile, remembering how we bonded earlier this week. "Hey Mireille, um I'd watch Adrien. He's totally wasted."
She sent daggers into me, I had to look up to meet her gaze with uncertainty. "Thanks. I know."
I shifted my weight, "Huh? Oh! Good, I was just talking to him and it got me worried…" She placed her hands on her hip, cocking her head. "Um, you okay?"
"Yeah. I got him." She smiled. "Thanks for worrying about my boyfriend though. Enjoy the party." She briskly walked past me, I could've sworn I heard her click her tongue. Oooookay.
Now alone, I made my way as far as I could from Adrien and as far from Alya where I couldn't see her steal the hearts of those poor guys but enough to make sure she was safe. I took a sip from my coke some guy had given me in attempt of a pick up line. Infact a lot of guys had, which boosted my ego but made me irritated at the guys who probably only wanted one night with me. I felt a tap from behind me and twirled to see the guy both Alya and I were avoiding all night. Nino's breath smelled like a bruery.
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Mireille had made her way back to my side, I wasn't surprised to see her lipstick smudged all over her face, and I knew it wasn't from me. I wondered if it was the alcohol but I didn't feel as half as mad as I probably should of. I was still waiting for… I didn't even know the angel's name. Mireille entwined her hands in back of my neck, kissing my collarbone, shooting glances behind her. I puzzled her behavior but gave up, my head throbbed tremendously. I grasped her shoulders, abruptly shoving her away and then rubbing my head.
"Could you get me some more water," She eyed me through anger and temporary confusion. It was replaced with eagerness and guilt. "Please?"
"Yeah, are you okay?"
"Mhm, just sobering up I guess."
"I could get you another drink..-" She had a mischievous smile.
"No-God no, please. Water, please." Recovering, I stroke my head. She looked taken back and then nodded her head excessively and stopped when it had began to hurt. She lingered as long as she could until bouncing to the kitchen.
I winced from the lighting and noise as it all was coming into clear, like when you sit up abruptly from laying down and you black out for some time, before recovering slowly. I tried to scan the room for the porcelain doll with a blue dress, red shoes, and even redder lips. Before knowing it I was already weaving way through the crowd when I saw a petite figure. A hand grabbed me before I could get closer, it was Mireille, the front of her dress soaking wet.
"Who are you looking for?" She was trying to find her breath and balance.
"Huh," With a final look around I saw that the girl was nowhere in sight, I rested my eyes on her. "What happened?"
She glanced down at her dress, "I thought you left somewhere, I uh dropped it accidently. You sure you're not looking for someone? You looked like you were in a daze."
"No, I'm not, really. I think I'm just sleepwalking. I'm going to call a taxi and get out of here, I feel sick. I'll text you tomorrow." I brushed passed her without a reply, all the noise, smells and lights made me want to puke. It was all too much. I waited out in the cold before being picked up, leaving not only my dad's car but the memories of tonight at my girlfriend's house.
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"Mari, you loook different." The words that rolled of his tongue gave me a weird and disgusting feeling in my gut. It took a hell of a lot of strength not to punch him right there and then.
"What the hell do you want? You have a lot of nerve talking to me." I crossed my arms to keep my fists from swinging.
"Marinette you don't have to hide it," he started slurring his words excessively. "I know you like me."
I almost lost it, not my anger but my sanity. I was laughing so hard pretty much everyone was looking at me. "And where did you get that idea from?"
"Does it matter? Come on," He stroked my arm in a clumsy manner. "Don't play hard to get."
I think my face matched my lipstick. I resisted every cell in my body not to erupt right then and there. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You break up with my best friend and you're hitting on me? You sleazy bastard!" I took a step away from him, hitting the wall and gained attention from a few people.
"Marinette I know you like me. Stop acting so pretentious." He came closer supporting himself on his forearms that rested on the wall above my head. When he started bending his head towards mine I gripped the wall for support. "I broke up with Alya for you."
"You what?" I pushed him away finally, fear and confusion sinking into my stomach. "Nino you're drunk. Get. Away. From. Me." I could feel the heat pour out from my eyes and wondered if he felt them too. When he recoiled I knew he did. I also knew that his green face told me to move out of the way ASAP. I stalked away from the little barrier he trapped me in and started to the kitchen where Alya was last, but I ran into a very wet Mirielle.
"Mireille, what happened? Are you okay?"
She had her phone out and wasn't in a hurry to answer me. "Yeah," she shrugged. "I'm just really clumsy. Hey what was that about?" She gestured to the Nino who was running to her bathroom.
"He was just really drunk in out of his damn mind." She nodded with annoyance. I wonder if its because Nino was stinking up her bathroom. The words slipped out before I could think, "Is Adrien okay?"
"He's fine… Why?"
Yeah why Marinette? Oh maybe because he kept calling me beautiful and was obviously too drunk to even know who I was. "Well he was just slurring a lot, I wanted to make sure he wasn't going to drive home or do anything stupid."
"No," she said shortly, but a grin crept onto her face. "He's safe in my room." Gross. To my surprise she laughed, probably at my ugly cringing face. "Oh Marinette! You really don't like Adrien huh!"
"Nope. It amazes me that you do." I tried to get a glance behind her, to see if Alya was to be found.
"Everyones looking for someone, huh. Who are you looking for?"
"Eh? Alya… I thought she was around here."
"Oh! I just saw her leave." Anxiety, panic, and fear flashed all at once.
"What? With who? Was she okay? Was she drunk?" I was fumbling with my phone when she reached out to steady my shaking arms. Looking innocent and concerned.
"She just left with Alix and Mylene. Calm down, she didn't look drunk. I would've stopped her if she was or if she was leaving with a guy."
"Oh." Oh. There went our weekend plans.
"She didn't text you or anything? Aren't you two bestfriends?"
"She didn't. We are, I just hope nothing happened to her y'kno?" I glanced at the door suddenly feeling like I was going to explode. "Hey um, I had a great time but I'm going to leave. Take care okay?"
"Yeah I probably shouldn't make Adrien wait." Umm okay? "Bye Mari! Text me later, okay?" With a wink and a hair flip she was already gone.
Spellbound, I silently made my way to my car, remembering Alya had to get her car from my house. So many questions started piling up, I ignored the comments of other guys trying to hook up, even the backlashed insults they said when I didn't give them attention. Tears and hope welled in my eyes when I made my way carefully down the street. The images of Alya sitting there laughing with Alix and Mylene in front of the bakery filled my mind, Alya explaining some misunderstanding and wild adventure I missed that lead to the outcome. Alya and I waving and thanking Alix for driving Alya to my house, where they finally left and we gossipped the whole night. Where I would tell Alya what happened with Nino, and having her give me a reassuring hug and decide she's over him for good. But when I turned the block my heart dropped to see that her car was no longer there. That the two different tire tracks that were created on the freshly snow showed Alya had been dropped off and left without any explanation, without any text. Walking into the cold house I sent her twenty messages and was currently trying to call her for the fifth time. Finally in my room with Tikki greeting me did I understand, seeing that she had already packed up her things and left the mess of groceries and memories of us there prior untouched did I hang up before recording my message. Calmly as if in a trance, I tucked myself into bed without removing my uncomfortable dress and makeup, did I cry myself to sleep with only Tikki's hushes and words of concernment. As if the anxiety, uncertainty, hopelessness and fear had overflowed the bottle I kept my feelings in.
Sure I wasn't close to Nino but we were always on good terms. Always embarrassing Alya and telling jokes. It was bizarre that he decided he was going to flirt with me, and painful thAt I wouldn't be talking to him, ever, ever again. Despite our long friendship, Alya and I had gotten into many fights and she was always vocal in them. Never has she just decided to ignore me completely, always calling me out until we had a shouting contest on who was in the wrong and us laughing ten minutes later. But she was gone without a trace, without an explanation. My texts were meaningless, my calls not even making it to the second ring. If it wasn't Alix's testimony that she was safely dropped off at her own house with Mylene's approval and matching story did the urge to call the police go away.
I stayed in bed the whole day afterwards literally devouring anything and everything our dwindling kitchen had to offer. Tikki rested on my shoulder, providing me with a light chat to keep my thoughts from occupying further and setting me into another depressive mood.
"I don't feel any strong presences, or hatred really. Which is surprising because it's almost the holidays." She took a Chips Ahoy Cookie from the plastic bag we shared. Wiping away the crumbs created I stuffed my face with another.
"What doya mean?" I muffled. "Surprising?"
"Well people can get depressed or angry seeing how alone they are during the season of family and care."
I nodded and then gestured to the cold empty house, we didn't even have a christmas tree this year and it was already the 15th. I mean some people will wait till the 24th but we always decorated the house with such care and gingbread smell. "Merry Christmas!" I yelled to the deserted house with a mouth full of cookie. Tikki giggled but sent a worrying look that it might of not been the greatest subject to talk about. But she pried to let me get me to let everything out into the open before I explode with anymore emotion.
"Where are your parents?"
I lazily picked up the phone that layed on my stomach and a pile of debri from my pig out with a half limp hand. 0 text messages. I swiped the lockscreen and went to my mom's chat conversation. "Another meeting to get people to invest in the bakery, and they're visiting my dad's parents." I furrowed my eyebrows, I didn't give much thought to why they'd go there. "Vague and mysterious text message as usual." I dropped it and turned my attention back to the TV that occupied my room. The 6 o'clock news was already on and I had turned my attention to the window right at the beginning of my bed. The streets were deserted, probably from the December chill. "You have enough energy for a patrol?"
She shivered almost foretelling the temperature but nodded in eagerness to get out of the stuffy room. I brushed myself off and open the ceiling hatch, suddenly not to determined to stay out. But I was already up there and that was enough to convince me to transform and jump off the building.
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"Plagg for the love of god, SHUT UP." I massaged my temples, two pillows supported my back as I layed on my bed watching TV. Feeling nauseous and tired I managed to convince Natalie to cancel my three photo shoots and let me have the weekend to myself. All the lights were off except a dimly lighted lamp that Plagg kept darting to and from, casting shadows. He had been "starving" all day despite already in the midst of eating a round piece of cheese that made me gag.
"I can't help it, you kept me away for like three weeks-"
"Two days, actually." I interjected.
"It's felt like weeks, okay? Why can't we patrol? Please? I deserve it."
"Plagg please you know last night-"
"Oh I know what happened last night." He gave me a wink and darted towards the window, putting on a dramatic 1950 black and white like movie scene. "Oh Adrien!" He faked cried. "I can't live like this anymore!" I groaned at his pleas, throwing a pillow at the demigod that only hit the window.
"Plagggg!" Throwing the remaining pillow at him, wincing when my head hit the tough mattress I sighed, flipping through the channel to turn my attention.
"It's not fair." He sulked.
"Life's not fair."
"Tikki is out, having a grand time."
"I don't care… Wait Ladybug's out?"
"Someone perked up," He muttered. "Yep. At least I know Paris is safe with one of our heros out… Not slacking or putting us in jeopardy… It'd be a shame if Hawk Moth attacked and only Ladybug was there…" I found myself looking up at the ceiling, seeing him peak those neon green eyes over the bed frame. "Hope she doesn't get hurt or nothin'..." He added.
"... I don't care. She's always bitching that she has it under control." The bright emerald eyes vanished from my sight.
"I don't know, she seems like she's sprinting across the buildings. I don't feel any Akuma presences. Really, Adrien, I think something's wrong." His voice was now in a whisper, I could feel the faint tapping on the window. Okay maybe I did owe him this much. I tried not to think on what exactly convinced me and made me run out the building muffling my migraine. Or why I was so eager to find the flashes of red the darted in the sky life a blur. I climbed ontop of a street light, swinging from a flag pole that extended from the side of a jewelry store, landing gracefully on a building some distant away from the paths LadyBug was on, to get a wider range of buildings to investigate. It didn't take me long to see her throwing her body recklessly between each building, abandoning hey yo-yo entirely. Fuck.
"LadyBug!" I called, the cold winds scorching my lungs and throat. I used my pole to extend, going up and falling towards each building until getting good grasps on bricks, window sills, gargoyles and anything that would support throwing my body weight. She was slingshotting herself, I cursed her petite and nimble body and my hungover one. "Lady-" She slowed to a halt, turning her face in confusion towards me. The city light's illuminating half of her sweaty face, the air around her becoming visible with her breathing. I stopped ontop of what looked like an elevator door on the building, looking down at the LadyBug who was rocking on her heels, her toes off the edge of the building. Heaving with my hands on my knees and my head inbetween my legs I finally managed to make coherent words. "God damn it… Marin-hett…. What.. Are..You..Doing?" Raising my head to see she was in the midst of deciding whether to take another leap or turn her attention to the panting cat.
"Running." She said without strain.
"I can..See that." I coughed into my leather gloves, taking one carefree jump down to be on the same level. I was hyperventilating into my hands finding warmth, and cautiously keeping a distance between us. "You look tense."
"And you sound like a smoker." She crossed her arms, turning her focusing on the streets below. "What's it to you?" She elaborated, "My running?"
"Because you look like you're out of your mind?" I twirled my leather tail. "More than usual."
"Mhm." Her eyes looked dead, staring at the nothingness of the streets.
"Okay now you're scaring me forreal." She turned once again annoyed but gave me a skeptical look to explain. "Where's the insults? The cold shoulder-I mean you are giving me the cold shoulder but you aren't rebutting or- I don't know. Where's the player jabs? The eye rolls, the eye daggers? Why aren't you attacking my low personality or the stuck-up rich boy insults?" I blushed to see I was now yelling, insulting myself. She shifted her weight away from the edge, a hand brushing her bangs back into her high pony tail.
"Sorry, I'm not always a bitch?" She tried.
Despite myself I rolled my eyes. "Are you kidding? You'd take any chance to kick me while I'm down. Any. So what's so important that you're throwing yourself like a rag doll. You could seriously slip and fall. LadyBug can't always react fast enough.."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She snarled.
"You're dangerous. You're throwing yourself out here and you're obviously not in your state in mind,"
"And? Why would you care?" She turned her back on me, I could easily see her curves and the small movements of her shoulderblades through her skin tight suit.
"You're right why do I care? You've treated me like shit for the last, what three years? Since the beginning of freshman year? What's more is that you're never thinking things fully, you act as if the whole world revolves around you and that you'll always be better than everyone. You're narcissistic, big-headed, compulsive, belligerent, obstinate,-" Between my rage I turned to see she had fully, and finally, turned herself completely around. Her arms holding herself from the cold but I knew it was for stability. Shit.. "Marinette.."
"Are you finished? Did you come here just to insult me?"
"Huh-Wait no Marinette. I'm just. I wasn't thinking," I extended a hand towards her.
"It's fine."
"What? No it's not, I shouldn't of…" I pleaded, scrunching my eyes to see her facial expression but the shadows didn't do any justice.
"No. You're right. I'm just a frigid cold, narcissistic bitch who thinks she's better than everyone.. I am. And I'm sorry I made your life a living hell." She twirled on her foot, and dove down from the building. Before I could react, I ran towards the edge almost losing my balance, extending my hands to catch her but realized she had already escaped. I put my hands roughly through my hair, pulling at the locks above my ears. The sounds coming from my ring only helping me out of my trance. I ran towards the window of my bedroom I left open in a hurry. Plagg scurrying from the sudden turbulence and to dive into the cheese.
"That went swimmingly." He said dryly.
Shut it. I wanted to bark but I was suddenly exhausted from hating myself. I spent the whole night that way, thinking about how her face would look like if I could of seen it. How much my words hurt, especially when she was already not herself.
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"Marinette?" I was awakened by the caress of my mother. "You've been crying." She hushed.
"I don't feel good." I managed to croak, nuzzling into her hand.
"You do feel warm. I wanted to make you breakfast… I came home early for you." She smiled fondly at me which tugged on my heartstrings. Words struggling to process.
"Where's dad?"
"Over your grandparent's." She said dryly.
"Oh." Oh. The look she gave told me not to pry anymore, and I accepted the fact that I'd be out of the loop as usual. "Could I eat breakfast in bed?"
"Of course!" She planted a hasty kiss on my head. "I'll be back in an hour, just relax and sleep, okay?"
"Okay." I responded hoarsely.
After two bowls of oatmeals and freshly squeezed orange juice, nothing seemed to set well in my stomach. I forced myself to eat the plentiful eggs and bacon my mother slaved over the stove to make, only regretting it an hour later with my head in the toilet. "Oh baby, how about you stay home tomorrow?"
A flash of anger shot through me, I already ruined my perfect attendance for Alya, and I would only be adding more resentment. But remembering Adrien's words set me to a decision. Narcissistic, big-headed, compulsive… "Yes.. Please."
"Okay… I'll be checking up on you periodically, okay?"
"Mhm." I was tucked into bed much to my dislike feeling constricted and imprisoned. But I was so tired. Just so tired. Sleeping had always been my escape from escalating feelings and just reality itself, neither my mom or I was surprised to see I had slept and done nothing for the last two days, not even a single new design was created in my hours of boredom and procrastination.
The days seemed shorter and I cringed at the fact that I'll be facing the people who want nothing to do with me. That I'm practically nothing to anyone, it was probably best that I gave them space. Who'd want to be around me, anyways? I don't even want to be around me. I stared absently at my hands, the writer's bump on my right hand seemed to protrude more, as if my fingers were thinning as fast as they were paling. My hands shook as I splashed my face infront of the sink leaning over to count the bags under my eyes. I looked like a corpse. I felt like a corpse. I didn't care. I managed to pass a smile at the floating red orb that showed through the bathroom mirror, opaque with steam. Hastily I put my hands through my damp hair, patting down flyaways. Releasing the breath I seemed to be holding. I slowly made my way to my bed where my phone illuminated the bedroom. My heart raced, my eyes burning as my lungs struggled to fill with air. Dropping the towel I was using to clean my hair, I took steps without realizing it, closing my eyes to take the phone that had just shut off from the recent text message. It felt like puking despite not eating all day, the glands in my throat swelling as I swiped the 'new message' notification, tears finally spilling to see Mirielle had texted me. Mirielle. No one else but a girl I barely knew.
M- Hey Marinette. U OK?
I put a hand over my gaping mouth, knees buckling I sank to the cold floor already wet from my dripping hair. I placed my head in my crossed arms, burying my face in my comforter while squeezing the screen of my phone. I can't breath, I can't breath, I can't. I hadn't bother to get up to sleep in my bed as my mom hadn't bothered to come home from god knows where. As I hadn't bother to go to school the next day. Only Tikki's words and whispers could be heard as I silently sobbed from the aching pain, an anchor that kept sinking lower and lower.
…
I glanced at her seat, it was empty again. As was the place she usually started her patrolling. I hadn't ask Nino or Alya for her phone number, it wasn't my position to do so. The only thing I can do is wait for her to come to school, explain myself and stomach the list of insults and jabs she's probably came up with while skipping. Sighing, I ruffled my hair trying to focus on Madame Chamack talk about some big project I hadn't been paying attention to all week, sparing glances at my phone where it was being spammed by Mirielle. I should probably respond to my upset girlfriend, but I honestly didn't want to. Remembering how she was acting, sucking a face of a stranger, and remembering the petite figure of a girl I couldn't for the life of me remember her face or name. Or do I? My head always hurt when I tried to remember my drunken encounter. To my disbelief I actually started taking down notes, trying my best to be neat a thorough, tuning out the distractions.
Putting my hands in my leather jacket's pocket, shivering at the breeze that traveled through the hallways without insulation, I made my way to my locker. Surprisingly, Mirielle wasn't standing their waiting impatiently and challenging any other girls who had the guts to slip their confession letters through my locker. Relief shot through me, like the growing tension in my spine finally relaxing. Slamming my locker, my eyes passed a vibrant shade of red and I found myself stopping at Alya's locker, a weird coldness surrounding it. She was distracted by Alix talking her ear off, luckily she quieted down when I came into sight.
"Alya, what's up?"
She turned, looking a little taken back as if she thought the only reason I talked to her was because of Nino, happy that I wasn't ignoring the decent amount of friendship created. "Oh nothing, how about you?"
"Good, Hey, where's Marinette? I didn't think she could miss school."
"I don't know. But it doesn't matter." She gestured me to walk with her to lunch, along with Alix who looked like she new a secret she shouldn't of had. "You were right, you know." She glanced up, furrowing her eyebrows.
I dropped my pace but quickly matched hers again, laughing lightly. "About?"
"Marinette. She really is… A bitch." She shook her head grinning, as if she didn't believe she what she was saying. I know I didn't. "Can't believe I didn't see it until now."
"What? Wait, you guys are best friends-"
"Were." She interjected melocholyingly. "Adrien, I finally get it. I feel so stupid, she used to me and I just-." She shook her head, shooting an apologetic look. "It's nothing. I'd rather not waste my time talking about it."
"So… You guys got into a fight?" That explains… A lot.
"No," Alya look like she was contemplating, but had quickly wiped it away effortlessly. "We just aren't friends." Wait no, nevermind. I scratched my head trying to think of something, encouraging? Nice? Understanding? But something in my gut told me she didn't deserve it. She took it as an awkward conversation starter, as if I didn't know or care enough-not that I do- For Marinette. "Adrien don't worry about it, okay?" We made our way to the lunch's open door way, Mirielle immediately bouncing towards me blindly, just as blindly as Alya avoided Nino who extended his hand longingly to her despite they were across the room.