Marinette walked out the school doors, she took in the beautiful landscape and view around her. Technically it was still summer, but the leave were barely starting to turn colors, and she couldn't be more excited. Fall had always been her favorite of the seasons. The weather, the colors, not the mention Halloween and thanksgiving. Nothing was as calming to Marinette.

Marinette reflected on the past day. She had met two extremely nice people that she could see herself being friends with. Not to mention she saw a very cute boy in the back of the choir room. She was so excited about going to school again tomorrow, she had more classes tomorrow. She looked down at her schedule, tomorrow she would experience, Chemistry, AWC, government, and painting.

At the thought of Advanced woman's choir, Marinette pulled out the number Alya had given her. She smiled, she really was her friend. She took out her phone and saved the number into her contacts and sent her a message.

Hey! This is Marinette.

Marinette shoved her phone back into her pocket, and opened the door to her little bakery of a home. Her mom was standing behind the counter helping a customer. Marinette grabbed a pastry from the fridge, and walked up to her room. She grabbed the latch in the ceiling and pushed herself through to her cozy bedroom. She grabbed a book from the bookshelf beside her, and opened it while simultaneously sitting at her desk chair. But before she could even read a word..

"Marinette!" Followed by a knock at her door.

"Come in!"

Marinette's sweet mother emerged through the floor

"How was school sweetie?"

"Oh mom, it was amazing! Everyone here is so nice, and I met so many people, you could even say I have a best friend!"

Marinette's phone buzzed.

"Oh that might be her now!" Marinette took her phone from her pocket, a single text from Alya,

Hey girl! I found something out for you!

What's that?

You know the guy you were totally goggling at? I found out his name!

I wasn't goggling at him, I simply noticed him in the choir room.

Oh, well I guess if you aren't interested, then you don't need to know his name...

Okay fine, maybe I'm interested, what is it.

Alya?

ALYA!

Rude. She understood exactly what she was doing, it was fine, she'd get it out of her eventually.

"Sorry mom, just texting Alya."

"That's okay, I'm glad you found some friends. How was rehearsal?"

"It was awesome! The teachers really care about the show they're putting on, and the cast all seem very involved, and reliable."

"What show are you doing again?" Her mom asked, looking at all of the pictures around her room.

"It's a secret remember mom? My choir teacher thinks it would be really interesting if we didn't announce the show we were doing until about a week before we open. But I promise, I will tell you when the time is right."

"Ugh. I knew you wouldn't tell me, but I figured I'd give it a shot. "

Marinette giggled.

"Your father and I were going out to that little café on the corner, did you want to come with us?"

"That's okay mom, you and dad enjoy your date. I'm gonna play a couple rounds of video games, and probably call it a night. It was a very long, and draining day.

"Okay honey, I love you." She said planting a kiss on Marinette's head.

"Love you too momma." She waved goodbye as her mom disappeared through her bedroom door.

Marinette fell asleep that night with her controller in hand.

Her horror games had never been very scary to her.

The next morning was just a swift and simple as the one before. Marinette grabbed her backpack, and kissed her parents goodbye. Swinging the door behind her, she started the walk to her school. She looked down at her schedule saved to her lock screen photo like Adrien had suggested.

Boy was that helpful.

Marinette hadn't had any trouble finding her first class today, since she had her schedule right at her fingertips constantly.

Chemistry was her first class. She had always been good at science but she couldn't concentrate, because all she could think about was her next class.

Advances Women's Choir.

She could hardly wait anymore, Alya had told her so much about it a rehearsal the day before. Saying about how there will be so much dedication, and friendship from the girls. She was very excited about it.

Marinette was out of her Chem class as soon as the bell rang.

She felt her phone buzz in her pocket, and retrieved it. A text from Alya.

Time for an all girl group. You excited?

Of course she was excited.

Just as Marinette was about to reply, her body crashed into someone. She already knew this was going to be embarrassing. The entire hallway was packed with students, and they were all about to see her fall flat on her back. Marinette closed her eyes, anticipating her head to collide with the lockers behind her, when an arm reached out and grabbed her.

Marinette's eyes fluttered open, and she was met face to face with the boy she had seem in the back of the choir room yesterday during rehearsal.

"You okay?" His voiced whispered quietly, so only Marinette could hear.

"Y-yeah, I'm good." Marinette placed her hand on the back of her head, she groaned at the pain.

Looks like she actually did hit her head.

"You're bleeding, here I'll take you to the nurse."

The boy swept Marinette up in his arms and walked to the nurses office.

Thankfully the nurses office wasn't too far away.

When they reached the door, the boy grabbed the handle.

While holding her.

Wow.

They walked into the room, and he placed Marinette on the bed in the corner.

"Woah! What happened?" The nurse asked. Examining Marinette's side.

"Her head knocked into a locker, I think she might have cut it open." He said, sitting on the chair beside Marinette.

"It looks like just a scratch, but let's clean up the blood, and get you back to class okay sweetie? How are you feeling."

"I'm okay, it just hurts a bit." She half laughed.

"It might for a few days, but thanks to your sweet boyfriend over here, we can get it cleaned up before it gets infected."

"Oh he isn-" Marinette was cut off by the boy,

"I'm not Marinette's boyfriend."

He said it so bluntly, Marinette was confused. Was he embarrassed of the thought? She wasn't sure. One thing she was sure of though,

He knew her name.