A/N: Shameless promotion of High School Musical. I don't own it, ML, or any other movie mentioned. Or a certain quote used here.
"Chloe, Sabrina; please present your report on the movie you chose," Miss Bustier instructed at the head of the classroom. The students had been assigned to give presentations on the character development of a character from any movie. Marinette and Alya had chosen The Notebook, and Adrien and Nino had picked Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back.
Chloe made her way to the front of the room, smirking at everyone she passed. Sabrina hurried behind her, weighed down by all their notes.
"My project is about High School Musical 2," the mayor's daughter said pompously, tossing her ponytail.
"Oh, boy," Alya muttered to Marinette.
Chloe snapped her manicured fingers. "Sabrina. Present the slides."
Her underling hastened to follow her orders, pulling up a slideshow on the projector. On it, to the entire class's surprise, was a picture of the female lead to the movie.
That wasn't the surprising part. The surprising part was that Chloe wasn't doing her project on the "hot romantic guy" male lead, Troy Bolton, to use her own words.
Alya voiced her confusion; after all, he definitely seemed her type. "Why didn't you pick Troy?"
Chloe sneered at her. "I would have, but Gabriella Montez is so much more me. As if you could understand."
The students exchanged dubious looks. Even those who had never seen the movie doubted that the main female character had anything in common with their resident queen bee.
"Why didn't you pick Sharpay Evans?" Marinette asked, unable to keep the distain from her voice. "She's, well... You have a lot more in common with her." There were murmurs of assent from the rest of the class.
Chloe gave a melodramatic shudder. "You have no right to insult me, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. That girl is a walking, one-dimensional, bleached-blonde valley girl stereotype. Those characters are the worst."
More than one person raised an eyebrow at that. Alya snorted, attempting to pass it off as a sneeze.
"The worst? That's one thing you and I can agree on," Marinette said wryly.
Chloe sniffed, taking insult to sharing an opinion with her nemesis. "Although, Sharpay's fashion sense is so chic. Unlike yours."
In unison, the entire class rolled its eyes.