It wasn't as if Marinette was expecting to be in this situation. No one did.
Marinette didn't anticipate that someone would actually...talk to her.
Here's how it started.
Marinette was in her class as usual with the pity of others surrounding her like a hurricane, while she continued on her project alone. Halfway through the class she was finished with her project, picking the book up from her desk, she began to tune everyone out as she sunk herself deeper into what seemed like her only happiness.
However, she didn't get there. Marinette didn't get to that place where she very well known, the only place she was accepted. Someone interrupted. She looked up and found everyone staring at the classroom door. Marinette had noticed that the rambunctious class had gone quiet. Very quiet. Gazing at the door she found what everyone was looking at; a boy. A very hot boy.
His hair was the shiniest brown she had ever seen, swept up like he had brushed it a hundred times, she could tell by the strength in his shoulders that he was strong, his stance was one of a gentleman to do what it takes to protect others, even if included violence. His glasses reflected off the sun, as his eyes appeared to be examining each individual, like he was a scientist inspecting an unknown specimen. It made her shiver; it was a mystery to her to know such knowledge with one glance.
She kept her head low, and continued to read. She couldn't stop the overwhelming feeling
that washed over her, it was unsettling, and all she wanted to do was look.
Don't look.
She could hear the whispers of other people.
Don't look.
His name was Gaberiel Dean, and he comes from American but he has family in Paris.
Don't look.
He speaks French fluently.
Don't look.
She looked.
Her eyes locked with his, and suddenly she was in trance by his mesmerizing eyes. She wanted to break contact; she had never been this long with looking at people in the eyes. However, with him she couldn't keep her eyes off him. She wasn't sure if he was actually looking at her. He could have been looking at something else but it's not like she would not stop staring at him, she could not. She wanted to know what his eyes looked like. Brown? Blue? Green?
Everything about him captured her attention, and she barely knew the guy.
Still not the breaking eye contact, while the principle was talking to him, he smiled at her. A perfect white teeth smile plastered his lips. She couldn't help but blush and, finally, look away. Never having a single smile thrown her way was embarrassing, especially by a hot guy. She rubbed cheeks to try to add to the redness in her face to make it look like it didn't affect her. But hidden by the wall of her hair she smiled. Marinette smiled a smiled that was not known to man.
It made her feel...happy. She couldn't quite remember when someone other than her family made her happy. She couldn't contain the sadness that spread through her suddenly but it couldn't overcome the feeling of joy.
She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, to think how pathetic her life is but to know that there might be hope for her after all. It wasn't until she could feel all the eyes on her. The pressure was building and she could feel it forming around her, like a cage. Marinette could hear footsteps coming up the stairs towards the back of the room, and feel the vibrations of the chair right next to her being pulled out as she could hear the thump as the new boy sat right next to her.
It wasn't normal. It didn't feel right. Marinette couldn't breathe. She could hear her heart hammer in her chest as her blood pumped in her veins. It didn't make sense. No one sits next to her. Ever. She has known nothing but pity and loneliness but this feeling in her chest...it was different...it wasn't like all the others...
It couldn't possibly be explained, as to what this was. It hurt her heart and made her
chest swell. She liked it. Every pulse that pumped through her veins, every hammer into her chest, every feeling, and every emotion. It was unnecessary adrenaline, and she loved it.
It felt like sin.
"Marinette?" At the sound of her name being called Marinette shot up looking directly at the teacher, something she has never done before. The teacher seemed to notice and smile, "Marinette, do you mind having a partner for the project?"
Did she? Did she mind having a partner? A person who could accompany her, and help her? But that would mean she would have to completely start over and redo? Did she mind?
She didn't mind.
"N-no, it's fine."
Miss. Bustier smiled, nodding, she continued watching over students. It never occurred to Marinette that something like this would happen, but it did. It happened to her.
In the midst of it all, it didn't bother Marinette. The staring, the pity, the loneliness; it didn't bother her. Just the feeling of warmth from another person made the looks, the tears, the regret, to all just fade away. It was worth waiting.
A hand was placed in front of her, waiting like it was ready to strike at any given moment. She looked at it like it was some joke but then looked up at the one who owned it.
Gray.
His eyes were gray, borderline silver. It was beautiful. She could see her reflection in his glasses to see her own. Marinette suddenly felt self-conscious about herself; her greasy blue-tinted hair, her old clothes, and dirty shoes. She expected to find another face full of pity or disappointment but his eyes shown nothing like that. They appeared to be dancing like stars in the sky, but she couldn't be sure how that was possible but it was. "Hey, I'm Gaberiel." His voice was husky, but sweet. She stared at him, she wasn't sure whether she should accept but he seemed nice. The risk was too great to lose.
Hesitantly, she took it, "I-I'm Marinette."
Again, he smiled. A smile that made the blush run right back to her cheeks. It was embarrassing for her, but it was a start. A start to a new beginning.
However, she couldn't stop staring at his eyes. His wonderful eyes. His dancing gray eyes. Marinette could look at them all day but she couldn't. The bell rang signaling the end of class, interrupting Marinette's staring. She had no idea where the time had gone. How long were their hands like this? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? She couldn't tell, exactly. Again she blushed as she began to collect her stuff, only to realize that their hands were still connected.
Marinette didn't know what to do, just staring was unlike her but this boy...he made her feel different...more alive. An experience she had never known. Looking back and forth between the intertwined hands and his lively smile, she just couldn't help it. Marinette couldn't help, once again, but smile. Contagious as it might have been, she smiled. Dangerous as it might have been, she smiled. As stupid as she might have looked, she smiled. She smiled and she let go. And that unnecessary adrenaline accelerated. It was sent into frenzy, it went haywire, pumping her blood faster and faster. She loved it.
Marinette gathered her stuff, and went for the exit, smiling like her mind couldn't comprehend. "Marinette, wait up."
The plea made her stop and turn around only to be knocked down. Marinette eyes widened, as the air was knocked out of her, and she hit the tiled floor hard with Gaberiel. She wanted to laugh. She, in all honesty, felt this was to be child's play. Not in a rude manner but in a playful way. If that made sense.
Marinette could smell his scent: musk, strawberries and sunlight. With Marinette's eyes closed she focused on breathing again, to inhale that beautiful smell, and when she opened her eyes she stared straight into Gaberiel's eyes. Not only could she see the dancing stars but she could that his iris had hints of yellow. A mixture of two on the opposite ends of the world. They were so close, just one breath away, and it'll all be over.
Marinette wondered if he could feel her accelerated heartbeat, the fast pace of her pulse, the way her body moved to breath. She wondered if she was normal.
"S-sorry," Gaberiel said, "I-I didn't mean to." He pushed himself off as he helped her up to her feet.
"It's fine. Really, I'm okay."
"No, I feel bad; please let me do something for you." At this notion she blushed, turning a crimson red.
"S-sure." Marinette laughed, nervously.
"Well, I was going to say that the principal told to stick with you because we have the same classes together." He showed her his schedule and he was right they had all the same classes, including the one for next semester. It felt off for her.
"Alright, then we better get going, if we want to make it on time." Instead of the carefree Marinette moments ago, it was replaced with shy Marinette. As they walked she didn't know how to act around him. She was so confused around him and she couldn't think straight. She could still smell him, his scent lingering in her nose.
"Y'know," he started, "they say if you make a friend your first day, you're alright." Marinette couldn't help but react to that word.
Friend.
The word seemed foreign but all so familiar. It made her heart race a little faster.
"A friend, you say?" she questioned.
Nobody ever considered her a friend. Until now.
"Yeah, everybody needs one, and today you're my first friend."
Friend, you say.
"Well, I would feel honored to be your first friend." Marinette smiled, once again.
"Me too."
They laughed together.
You're my first friend too.
They continued to walk down the hallway in silence, and for the first time Marinette didn't care about the stares she got from others.
Hey guys, thank you all for the amazing comments. It has been so helpful for me and I just wanted to let you know that you all have been encouraging me and helping me write. I'll try to update at least once every week, maybe more if something is up, but you'll know if there is.
Today is the last day of spring break for me and I decided what way to end it right by posting a new chapter!
There are songs I would like you to listen to go along with the story in some way and I hope you'll like them; We Are In The Crowd: Kiss me again, Both sides of the story, Dreaming out loud, remember to forget you, Reflections
Leon Thomas lll: 365 days; Tangled: I see the light; Zara Larsson: Bad boys, Ain't my fault, Never forget you; Glee: Wide Awake; Kurt Hugo: Just a dream; The Cab: Animals, Endlessly; Theory of Deadman: Angel; Panic! At The Disco: This is gospel, New perspective; Dami Im: Sound of Silence, Super love, Gladitor; Britt Nicole: The sun is rising, Gold, Headphones. Victoria Justice: Gold, Beggin' on your knees
I know there's a lot of it but I feel that it is appropriate for where I'm going with this story, so thank you for supporting me through this story.
