6. Being Jealous
Nathanael was at it again.
Adrien grit his teeth, not understanding the knot in his stomach at the sight of his redhead classmate stopping Marinette to talk to her in the park, but not liking it. Neither did he understand why he reflexively dodged behind a bush so he could listen in on their conversation. Since when had he become an eavesdropper? What was he doing?
A burst of giggles escaped Marinette at something Nathanael had said, and Adrien peeked out from his hiding spot to see the other boy sporting a blush as red as his hair. Adrien's mouth went dry, his fingers curling into fists to remind himself that dashing out now to come between them and shove them apart was not rational and far from appropriate. Adrien screwed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath, and resolved himself to walk away and forget it all. After all, only Chat Noir would be able to get away with something like that without having to explain himself—
"—and so, um, if it's okay with you, Marinette, if you're not too busy tomorrow, I was hoping we could—"
Adrien dove back behind the cover of the bush.
"Plagg, transform me!"