Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug. I own only my OCs for the purpose of this FanFiction.

"Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress? All of them realize that, one day, amongst their many victims, there is sure to be one who rises against them and strikes back!"

J.K. Rowling, the British author of the Harry Potter books.

Balter was the only nightclub approved by Olympe's firm headmistress and strict matron. No drugs, no drinking, controlled by bouncers at the door, a well-respected club owner, a kid-friendly place. Just dance.

The Olympe girls let loose after days of being locked up and acting perfect. Though the club was part of their classes, having to practice their dance skills and display their school-made designer outfits, it was still a good excuse to party for 2 hours, from 6 to 8.

Marinette and her fellow Olympe girls danced like crazy. The dance students strutted practiced moves. Some girls, like Marinette, just danced without any grace and with all their heart. Along with her best friend Vanessa, they danced to the music. Vanessa was really enjoying it.

So much that she jumped up, waving at the DJ who nodded and put on a CD which played a different tune.

Once the new music start playing, Vanessa started moving. Getting everyone's attention as she performed, a circle formed to allow her space.

Within the crowd, a girl was watching her intensely, eyes wide memorised by her every move she made. Her friends talk around her, but she numbed them off, only hearing a unique melody ringing in her ears.

For this night, Vanessa wore an oversized white baseball shirt with short sleeves trimmed with purple, lumpy camouflage cargo-pants of purple, grey and white messy spots, worn-out white sneakers, and a purple baseball cap shadowing her pretty face. In her attire, she looked like a model from the 1990s and 2000s.

She flapped her legs like butterfly wings, then gestured her arms in a flowing style away her chest. Then, she took off her shirt one button at a time, revealing a black tube-top wrapped around her chest, tossed discarded shirt away and begun dancing more swiftly.

The quiet girl gulped, noticing how slim Vanessa was, her skin smooth, dark as chocolate and covered in a layer of sweat under the flashing lights. A goddess on the dance floor.

Sexy.

The longer she stared at Vanessa, the harder her heartstrings pull, strumming feelings of pure happiness throughout her body, feeling better than she did in weeks, the happiest she ever felt. In response, her eyes sparkled, her unsmiling lips twisted into a goofy grin, and her posture sagged.

She danced with heart and passion. Nowadays, kids took selfies of their clothes or stood on the side-lines shyly or dance of no grace. This girl, she actually strutted her heart out. Her style was both elegant and passionate, flexing to every angle, her feet stepping fast.

"Damn, she's fast!" A cry came from the crowd.

Just as quickly, she did a spin on her two feet, doing a kind of pirouette which was totally different, but she wanted to. Out of the blue, her legs jumped up in a spin and landed on the ground, hands and legs bent backwards to catch her fall. Just like a cat on its back.

"OOOHHHHHHH!"

Her adoring friend roared in awe of her sudden act.

"WHAT?"

"That chick is amazing!"

"So AWESOME!"

She strutted on the ground as if she's running.

A short-haired blonde whooped of excitement and glanced to the quiet girl, her preppy smile turning upside down in concern. "Juleka! Are you alright?"

The quiet girl gurgle words of gibberish

Her blonde friend gasped. "Oh no! She's having a heart attack!"

Her friends disagreed.

"A heart attack? On Juleka? Unlikely."

"Yeah, the only heart attack that can hurt her is with a wooden stake."

"It must be a stroke!" The blonde wailed. Her friend just stood here, the same silly grin still on.

One of the other kids, with pink hair, pointed to the girl on the dance floor. "Actually, I think it might be her."

Her had just finished running and reached her arm out. She was immediately pulled up by another girl in pink, black and blue, handing her back the baseball shirt, Vanessa having it tied it around her waist.

They disappeared into the crowd, eyes on their backs. The quiet girl fixated on Vanessa while her friends stared at her friend.

The girl in pink, black and blue.

"Hold on, is that Marinette?"

"HEY, HEY, HEY, PARTY PEOPLE!"

The music stopped abruptly when the club owner took the mike.

"YOU FEELING GOOD?"

Everyone in his club cheered, Marinette and Vanessa hollering in unison.

"I GOT A SPECIAL TREAT FOR YOU! GIVE IT UP FOR OUR GUEST DJ, NINO!"

Marinette's ears fell silent. Her big smile dropped. Her wife blue eyes watched a figure in a blue shirt and a red cap walked up the stage. He shook hands with the man, waved at the awaiting crowd and run his hands on the record discs, bringing experimental sounds to life. Everyone jumped up and danced wildly to his remix.

Well, everyone except Marinette.

"Hey, Mari!" Vanessa stopped dancing, taking her best friend by the shoulders. "What's wrong? Are you tired, need a drink or something?"

"He's here!"

"Who's here?"

"Nino!"

"Who, the new DJ?"

"He's from my old class."

"The class that's bullying you?"

"Yes!" Marinette ducked, already in a twitchy state. Keeping her head low, she looked around in the crowd, imagining familiar faces taunting her, making her panic. "Quick, I gotta hide! They can't find me! They'll see me and call me mean names and accuse me of things I never did to Lila, but she'll lie anyways, and I'll spend the rest of my miserable life hiding under a rock!"

"Now calm dow- Hey!"

Suddenly, Vanessa was ripped from her side as the bodies strutted more frantically to Nino's beat. separating the two girls, leaving Marinette alone and vulnerable with no guidance. Tikki was safely hidden in her bag on the car waiting for her and other Olympe girls.

Oh, how she wished she can transform and escape this moment.

"Vanessa? Vanessa! VANESSA!"

"Marinette?"

A voice answered and Marinette immediately thought of Vanessa.

"I'm here!

"Marinette!"

The girl pushed toward, following the call of her name. When she reached to a small space, she froze.

It wasn't Vanessa.

It was her old class.

All of them. Adrien. Alya. Ivan. Mylene. Rose. Juleka. Kim. Max. Alix. Nathaniel. Chloe. Sabrina.

And Lila.

Obliviously here for Nino's jig.

"Marinette." Adrien breathed. He had just saw her in her wonderful princess gown and found her just as breath-taking. He couldn't stop ogling at her.

For the night, she wore a black mesh long-sleeve top, tight on her, matched with baggy pink shorts, a white belt fasted around her waist, black tights with pink flowers and white shoes, a mash of high-tops and simple sneakers. The outfit brought curves never believe before in her slim figure, shown on visual display. Her bluish hair was done up in a top bun, her bangs styled spiky and fake white and pink flowers pinned in her bun.

Man, she was so beautiful. She was out of that castle of a school, that prison for pretty girls, standing so close, closer to touch…

"Well, hello, Marinette." Lila purred, hanging on his arm much to his discomfort. He hated her so-called 'hugging' but can't shake her off. "Fancy seeing you here. We haven't seen you in a month. How pathetic." Her wicked smirk scared Marinette, reminding her why she left. "How can you do that to us? Running away like the coward you are. I know you didn't like me, but this takes the cake."

("If you're a fruit cake." Alya muttered under her breath.)

Lila kept talking Marinette down. "You are such a loser. Switching schools like a rat switching dens. Paris is a small world after all, it's only a matter of time until you show up again and make things worse."

Marinette shrunk, the guilt eating her up by each word Lila made. Her old class, Lila's followers just listen to her every word, not doing nothing to speak out. Their non-action only reminded her why she left in the first place.

"Mari!"

Out of nowhere, Vanessa sprung to her rescue.

"Here you are!"

She wrapped Marinette in a hug. Juleka gasped when she saw her again. Hearing the sound, Vanessa looked up and stared at the kids facing her.

"Oh. Hi."

("Hi…" Juleka sighed silently.)

"Who are you?" Lila asked rudely.

"I'm Vanessa." (At this, Juleka sighed dreamily at the reveal of her given name.) "Marinette is my best mate."

"Mate?"

"Its British slang for friend."

Alya stuttered on her spit, surprised. "You mean…you're her…best…friend?"

"Yep. And I don't like the way you're talking to her."

Lila scoffed, flipping her hair. "I was just saying hello to my old classmate, though she ignored me as usual. She never liked me."

"I don't like you either."

Lila shot her a vicious glare, but Vanessa glared right back, not a shred of fear on her eyes. Marinette was horrified at how particularly feisty her easy-going best friend was acting. She knew that the brunette-braided girl had a bold side next to her relaxed and sweet nature. Vanessa stood a steadfast stance their matron often took before she charged after some ogling boys.

Vanessa was playing with fire.

Marinette pulled her back, absolutely scared.

"Vanessa, what are you doing?" She hissed.

"Ticking off the girl who terrorised you, what else?"

"You don't know you're doing!"

"I'm the Mayor's daughter. I know how to deal with a big fat liar."

"Your dad is the Mayor of London."

"Same thing."

"I'm just worried you're gonna get hurt. You don't understand how ruthless she is."

"This gal comes in, says the most outrageous fibs, mercilessly bullies you, turns your class against you, ruins your good name in the process, AND lied about knowing my sister! I am not scared, I'm a woman and proud of it, I got the POWER!"

"You been listening to Little Mix and Six way too much."

"What is Mari-trash telling you?" Lila snapped, interrupting the pair.

"Just saying that you say the most ridiculous things." Vanessa answered bluntly. "Though anyone with a brain can say the same thing."

"You better watch it. I have ways to destroy you."

Vanessa smirked in response to Lila's threat.

"Destroy me and you're going down…"

As she said those words, she bent her legs, spread out, the knees pointed. The crowd oohed at her suggestive move.

"I have friends in high places."

"Yes, she is! She's helping Prince Ali with his country!" Rose exclaimed, pleasing Lila.

"Funny, I don't remember the media covering you." Vanessa said with a blunt tongue.

"I'm best friends with Ladybug!"

"So is Chloe Bourgeois, so what makes you so special?"

"Chloe is lying!"

"Didn't you see her Instagram pictures?"

Said daughter of the mayor of Paris squinted her blue eyes at Vanessa.

"She looks familiar...Have I intimidated her before?" Sabrina shook her head. As such, Chloe whined. "I know that girl from somewhere. What's her last name?"

"She didn't give one, only her first name."

"Vanessa..." Juleka sighed.

"I saved Jagged Stone's kitten from a moving airplane and got tinnitus doing it."

"KFC running out of chicken made headlines but you saving Jagged Stone's pet didn't?"

Everyone else snickered at Vanessa's witty remarks to Lila, including Lila's 'followers.'

"Besides, running across a moving plane on a runaway is a serious criminal offence. How in the world can you spot a kitten, get past security, run across a runaway that takes 20 minutes, run past a moving plane before it hits the cat that Jagged Stone doesn't own and get tinnitus without a doctor confirming it?"

Lila felt her cheeks burn, her hands fisted, shaking. "I've met the Mayor of London. I actually had tea with him and the Queen of England."

Almost immediately, Vanessa burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. "You'll be wetting yourself if you even met him!"

The crowd laughed along as they were entertained by the girls' bickering. Mostly by Vanessa's quick-witted retorts embarrassing Lila.

Lila gritted her teeth. She liked it better when Vanessa was dancing and not calling her out.

"You're just jealous that XY proclaim he likes me while I was with Clara Nightingale in New York! You're bullying me because you like him."

Her newest lie managed to cloud the many teenagers' minds mindless, totally untrue but convincing to hear. A desperate ditch to claw on her power.

Vanessa blinked.

"I'm gay." She confessed calmly.

The room burst into gasps. Juleka choked out of happiness and promptly fainted, when Ivan luckily caught her.

"…What?" Lila uttered, shocked.

"I like girls."

"That's not possible!"

"So, my coming out of the closet was just for show? So, what, you're homophobic?"

Now everyone was staring at the Italian girl for any evidence of her attitude. Lila hung her mouth open like a fish, unable to say anything.

"Lila, you could be the last woman on Earth and I still wouldn't kiss you. Being gay doesn't mean I'm a sex manic. I don't kiss every girl I see. I have preferences, I like a good personality."

"Every word she said is a gift from Heaven." Juleka proclaimed, speaking of sincerity as she kept her loving gaze on Vanessa. "An angel of justice, soaring down to strike mortals of malice, a goddess of dedicated worship!"

"You haven't much more two words in a month and now you're sprouting poetry because of some girl?" Alix gawked.

Juleka simply sighed, wearing that goofy smile still.

On the other side of the circle, Marinette stood amazed.

"Unbelievable."

Vanessa bravely countered back to each and every of Lila's lies. Vanessa turned and winked. Marinette blushed, smiling. Alya and Adrien saw this and frowned.

"I, uh….um….I….I-I-I-I….I-I'm a dancer in Missus Edward's upcoming video!"

Some people got excited, believing her fib, though Vanessa knew the truth: Missus Edward's record producer was her sister's boyfriend, she wasn't making an upcoming music video, and the music video was currently being considered and still in Missus Edward's mind. She hasn't even got a theme yet!

"Give us a sneak peek!" A guy from the crowd cried.

Lila's eyes burgled. "Oh, I-I can't!"

"Oh, come on!"

"Show us!"

The dance club hopped up and down as they chanted. "DANCE! DANCE! DANCE! DANCE! DANCE!"

"This is gonna be epic…" Alya said, holding out her phone, recording everything. Everything.

"The company forbids me from leaking any information to the public!" Lila tried to lie her way out, however the masses won't stop.

"Then why did you say you're dancing in it? Isn't that leaked information?" Mylene asked.

"How do we know you're in the music video if you don't show your moves?" Vanessa questioned. "Show us how you dance, then!"

Lila gulped. Then she begun to dance, copying movements from the music videos she liked. However, in her attempt to dance sexy, she waltzed all over the floor in a bad mingle, swinging her arms like crazy, her speed too slow, her sexy dips coming off too cringey, all having horrible coordination.

Vanessa was so horrified, she couldn't look. "Oh my God…Just stop, stop." She walked onto the centre and stopped Lila humiliating herself. "That was an insult to the art of dancing. What were you thinking? I'm been following stars since I can walk, I know Missus Edward does not do sexy hips. Since when she dances like that? You haven't done your research. Besides, you're doing it all wrong. This is how I do."

So, she did, and she performed better than Lila. Fast, flexible, and way more seductive. The same routine Lila did, though in Vanessa's style. She even pulled some gymnastic stunts, such as flips, cartwheels, and twirl, all adorning a bright, cheerful face, astonishing everyone.

Best dancer in London and Paris! Marinette thought.

Vanessa finished off with a hand glide, spinning around the floor in circle with a single hand down, going fast enough to lift her feet up, raising her whole body up, making a headspin move. Eventually, she slowed down to a stop, standing upside down in a perfect, stable headstand. Not struggling at all. She was all smiles and winks.

"Wow, she's good!" Nathaniel admitted.

"Lila said she danced with professionals!" Alix shouted.

Lila, getting even more frustrated, turned to the stage where she hotly yelled. "NINO, STOP IT! STOP DJ-ING!"

On stage, Nino had his headphones on, deafened by the enclosed sound and mixing beats.

"NINO! NINO! Oh great! He can't hear me!"

Adrien put a hand on her shoulder. "Um, Lila, calm down. Maybe if you had a bit grace-"

"Don't talk to me about having grace! I'd trained with the famous ballerina Gisella von Lebedev for a whole summer!"

"Say that again?"

A group of girls appeared in a cool catwalk, an air of grace floating around them. Boys dropped their jaws, girls whispered to each other. It was Swanhilde and her posse, as well as other girls from Olympe, all wearing hard faces directed at Lila.

"Did you just say you spent a whole summer with Gisella von Lebedev, the famous prima ballerina?" Swanhilde asked breathlessly.

Lila fluttered her lashes. "Well, Yes, I-"

"Prove it."

"…excuse me?"

"Prove. It." Swanhilde stretched out each word, a daring flick on her tongue.

"I just said I did."

"You did. But can you?"

"Oh boy." Marinette said when she knew exactly what was going to happened.

"I…have a…I sprained my ankle when I went skiing with President Trump- Are you listening to me?!"

Lila cut her bad lying to shout when she realised Swanhilde was ignoring her, looking at her French manicured nails.

"Uh, no." Swanhilde answered. "In Olympe, we're more interested in showing than telling. If you can't show, we can't tell."

"So, show." Her posse chimed.

Urged on by everyone surrounding her, Lila danced for the second time, doing ballet this time. And just as the first time, she performed horribly. A bigger klutz than Marinette, Lila tripped over her own two feet, messed up her balance and didn't know any ballet dance styles, ultimately falling down by herself.

Swanhilde smirked, enjoying her disarray, and then did ballet herself. In a word, she was perfect. Her legs strong, arms waved, feet keeping perfect time and strength. Her dance style was so elegant, old-fashioned in comparison of the modern music scene, yet her gentle dancing gave off as suggestive, a foreign taste, winning over everyone. Once her finishing pirouette was done, she threw her arms up, chin raised, silently taking in the applause. She looked down, staring down, down on Lila, a smug smirk on her face.

"My mother would never waste precious time with a loser like you. She only teaches ballet to dedicated students, not flighty amateurs."

"Your mother?"

"I'm Swanhilde von Lebedev. Gisella von Lebedev is my mother."

With that self-satisfied line, the ballerina flicked her ponytail as she turned around and stepped over to Vanessa's side. Swanhilde was so copy of Chloe or even Lila. She was much nicer to people she liked yet meaner to those who crossed her.

The girls of Olympe joined Vanessa in staring at the students from Françoise Dupont, so intensely it intimidated them. The same girls stood beside Marinette, building a wall of defence. They obliviously overheard the verbal fight between Vanessa and Lila, a heated one involving Marinette. As Vanessa was very laid-back and Marinette was the sweetest thing, it had to been something.

And the fact that Lila lied about knowing Swanhilde's mother just added fuel to the fire. One by one the girls spoke up for Marinette.

"I overheard your smackdown. Marinette doesn't deserve your crap."

"She's the best designer we ever had. She can snitch up a mile-long tear in a nanosecond."

"Yeah. She's a diva now."

"A what?" Lila asked.

"A diva. One of us, the most popular and talented girls in Olympe."

"She acts like one." Lila said snidely.

"Because she is made much more than designing your victory poster? She earned the right."

"Yeah, she doesn't make up nonsense for nothing."

Lila tried to defend herself with her lies. "Marinette was bullying me in our school, Vanessa doing the same!"

"So, like, I'm mean to you because I know you're lying?" Vanessa remarked.

"I'm not! You're the liar! All of you!"

She, as predicted, riled Marinette's side even more.

"Bite your tongue!"

"We heard what you said and what you did."

"We worked to our bones to prove our skills and get connections whereas you simply lied and lied and lied and expected everything to fall into your lap!"

"That is total baloney!"

"YOU CHARLATAN!"

"Charlatan?"

"You don't wanna know." Marinette inputted.

"Shut up, Mari-trash!"

"Don't call her that, liar!"

"I'm not a liar!"

"Prove it!"

"Alright! I saved Jagged Stone's kitten from a moving airplane and got tinnitus doing it."

"False."

"I'm best friends with Ladybug."

"False."

"XY proclaim his love for me when I was in New York."

"False."

"WILL YOU STOP THAT?!"

One of the Olympe girls shook her head while chuckling. She was a striking sort of pretty, tall and thin with glittering emerald eyes, wide red lips, and short hair, the ends spiking out between her ears and chin, coloured vibrant orange. A huge, ruffled white Camellia flower was pinned on her head for proud display. She simply wore a moss-green cardigan top kept together by big tawny buttons and cropped, exposing her bellybutton, yellow skinny-legged pants and black flat shoes with straps around her ankles.

"You're such a bad liar." She confirmed, arms crossed.

"How do you know?" Adrien wondered.

"I: you said the exact same line before as if you're reading from a script. 2: your posture is still, arms straight down, legs locked together. If you really are best friends with a superhero, your arms would move like you're telling a story. 3: when you said XY confessed his 'love' for you, you looked down to the left, avoid any eye contact. All telltale signs of lying."

"Strike three, you're out!"

"I mean seriously, my 6-year-old niece with cleidocranial dysplasia tells better lies than you."

Once again, Lila tried to lie her way out. "That's just on your word. You can't prove anything."

"Is it Rossi with a 'I' or a 'Y'?" Vanessa asked out of the blue.

"'I'."

Vanessa nodded as she typed on her phone.

"What are you doing?" Ivan asked.

"Doing what you should be doing: googling Lila Rossi."

Sheer horror took over Lila.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Too late. The most basic way to debunk her, the way she made sure wasn't need, was already in view of everyone staring over Vanessa's shoulder.

"Huh, look at that."

"Only one link."

Alya gave a knowingly smirk.

"That phooey interview form the LadyBlog."

Then she frowned.

As of now, every person in the club was scrolling down their phones, googling Lila yet finding nothing on her so-called 'adventures' online.

She was exposed. Her worst fear.

And all it took was not Marinette, the one girl who saw right through her, but her new school filled of blunt, straightforward, headstrong, ferocious girls.

Lila's 'friends' were especially shocked by the whole deal.

Max only managed to make one word. "…wha…"

"Not my fault you never heard of Google." Swanhilde stated.

As soon as she spoken that line, Max leapt into action.

"I have! I have a phone AND a laptop!"

"And you still fall for her crap?"

"Hey, aren't you that guy who got akumatized 'cause you got beat by a girl in a video game?" One girl asked, making Max clam up.

"If he was a girl, he would've won."

"Oh man, the gaming industry is polluted with toxic masculinity."

Marinette couldn't help her own smirk forming, bitten by the Olympe feistiness. "Now you done it."

Lila snapped her furious gaze to her. "What do you mean, Mari-trash?"

"The people you claimed to know. You just pissed off some of their daughters."

"Daughters!?"

"The girls I attend with now are artistically-talented and some come from rich families, mostly celebrities. Like Swanhilde. They don't believe lies like yours. They're smarter and more ambitious. They want to follow their famous parents' footsteps."

Another girl strutted out, taking the floor and attention.

"These losers need a lesson in Duende." She commented with a Hispanic accent. Her looks were the most exotic, skin tanned in caramel, dark-brown hair in a messy bun on top of her head, a few wisps of free curls cascading over her shoulder, and smouldering chestnut eyes. The bun allowed big gold flower earrings to display in her earlobes. Her body was slightly bigger than most girls her age range, very mature, strong and wide hips, thick legs, board shoulders and a large chest, coming off as a woman then a girl. She wore a tight top, red in the deep shade of crimson, with huge ruffled sleeves and a V-neck running down in between her large big chest, bright light-blue jeans hitting her lower half snuggly, and dark-green heeled shoes.

"Wha?"

The group from Françoise Dupont barely soak in the exotic term when the Spanish girl begun dancing. In contrast to Vanessa's HipHop and Swanhilde's classical ballet, her style burned of eye-flashing speed, fire, her heels clapping in various volumes against the floor, the ruffles of her sleeves waving.

The flamenco was incredible.

The flamboyant dance style soon finished, to which she threw her arms high up and her head flung back wearing a big grin, both part of an epic pose for dramatic effect and it won the audience's mad applause.

The Olympe girls cheered for their Spanish friend.

"Way to go, Jimena!"

"Alright!"

"Awesome!"

"That will show them!"

The Françoise Dupont's kids stood blank-faced.

"Wow…"

"They're…"

"Fierce?"

"…yeah."

"Well, I heard Olympe is not to be messed with." Chloe commented without a worry.

Her classmates immediately turned to her.

"You knew about this?!"

"I heard rumours, not actually seen them! They're like a flock of swans. Beautiful, graceful but ferocious. Even I know not to mess with anyone out of that school." She explained while placing her hands on her thin hips. "And that Mr. Damocles has a crush on the headmistress!"

"He does? How cute!" Sabrina gushed.

Meanwhile, Lila bit her lip, fuming red. Her anger boiled over, her piercing gaze directed at Vanessa. In her delusional mind, Vanessa caused this mess, embarrassing her I'm front of everyone present, her mouth firing at her every 'quote of truth.' She had to keep that girl quiet.

In a desperate move, Lila darted across the floor, pushing pass Swanhilde and some other girls, and shoved Vanessa. Hard. Vanessa flew back and crashed into some teenagers, she and them falling over.

"Vanessa!"

Marinette ran over to her to help her fallen friend. Juleka looked concerned for her crush whereas Lila grinned in sick triumph.

Then Swanhilde shoved her. "You bitch!"

Lila fought back straight away which led for more Olympe girls to join in for Swanhilde's aid, creating the process of a fight.

"CATFIGHT!"

The fight was brewing rather quickly, causing such a sight that attracted the club owner. He and Nino jumped off stage, running for the squabbling huddle.

"Alright, alright, break it up!"

The man in charge pulled the girls apart, basically separating one girl from many. Some boys made downcasted sounds when he ended the fight.

"Now ladies, what is going on?" He demanded.

"This bitch pushed Vanessa!" Swanhilde accused.

"They attacked me first!" Lila protested

"No, we didn't!"

"Actually, I saw everything, I got security cameras everywhere and they're telling me a different story." The club owner said, staring down on Lila to a whimpering mess.

"I can vouch for Lila, dude sir." Nino spoke up suddenly, wanting to help a friend. however, he only made the situation worse. Like Rose, he blindly followed Lila, not fully understanding her hidden agenda.

"Don't tell me you believe her junk? Like she skied with President Trump?" Jimena remarked.

"Yeah!" Nino answered, making the Olympe girl roll her eyes. "Dude sir, they're my friends!"

"You need better friends. You're too naive." The club owner told Nino and then faced the girls. "And you…If you carry on that behaviour, I'm having you banned."

"I can handle a bunch of wannabes." Lila leered.

"That only wannabe is you!" One of the Olympe students retorted. The single remark almost caused another brawl if the owner didn't step in.

"Okay, girls. Either dance or leave, take your pick."

The two sides glowered long and hard before walking away in opposite directions. Adrien, Alya and Juleka all glanced over their shoulder to see Marinette help Vanessa up. A realisation swept over them. The old friend was living a new life without them in it.

Lila and her groupies made it to the kid-friendly bar serving only water and sodas. Lila was still raging on about what happened, and she refused to believe she solely caused the row.

"The nerve of that horrible school! I only said hello to Marinette and she sick her new friends on me!"

"Lila, you've done more than-"

"Shut up, Adrien and get me frizzy orange!" She let go of Adrien, pointing at the barman.

Adrien sighed but left nonetheless, leaving Lila to fume alone. In less of a second later, a glass of frizzy orange appeared in front of her.

She looked up and met face with a handsome boy her age, possessing sleek black hair, glowing tan skin, and blue eyes swirling of various shades, wearing a yellow shirt, top buttons opened and the satin fabric of it shining in the light, matched with navy trousers and white shoes.

The very sight of him pitched her attraction.

She took the drink anyway, regardless of the one she sent Adrien to get. "Thanks."

"I thought you need it after your performance." He said, smooth talking.

She jumped to her defence. "That was not my fault! Everything I said was true! Those bitches are just jealous of me!"

"I'm a little more intrigued in your side." He made her glanced at him, almost surprised at his answer. "I know several famous people myself."

Her sly smirk came sliding back onto her lips as she found herself flirting back. "Not as much as me."

He rested his hand on his face and his elbow against the table of the bar, looking interested. "Oh really? Tell me more."

"Sounds too good to be true. Can I really trust you?"

"I promise to know everything about you. I can make you famous and everyone will love you."

Right away, she told him everything. The travelling, the famous people she knew, the wild situations she got herself in, her adventures, her status as an ambassador's daughter. Every. Single. Lie.

Adrien, carrying a glass of bubbling orange juice, stopped midway when he spotted his fangirl talking to another guy, her hands resting on his thighs.

"You're from Italy too?"

"Yeah, from a small village there, Ciarlare. My family moved to Paris when I was little."

"What a small world!"

Adrien moaned, watching her laughing, flirting, acting shameless, ignoring him coming back with her ordered drink in hand. The girl was such a hypocrite, flirting with other boys and hanging onto him.

"So, you're started dating Adrien Agreste when?"

"We fell in love at first sight when I joined his school. He got me into modelling for his father for next year's teenage collection."

"How do you handle dating a celebrity?"

"Adrien wanted to keep it on the down low, not wanting any unwanted attraction. But…" Her hand on his thigh curled tighter. Her smirk formed more of a predator. "I can squeeze you in for a tryst."

He chuckled. "I knew you were the most fascinating girl out there."

Just then, a girl came up at Lila's left, asking for a drink. She grabbed the frizzy soda and drank it fast. Lila sneered at the sight of her. Plump with thick arms, fat tights and wide waist, not obese yet big enough.

"You better cut down on gulping the calories or you'll get fatter than you already are." Lila said, her snide bullying hidden under a tone of sick sweetness.

The plus-sized girl snapped her eyes to Lila, not happy with her 'advice.' Not the average fat girl, she definitely had a vociferous personality, inside and out. Curves were running down throughout her body, brought out by the clothes she wore. A black sweatshirt with cold shoulder cuts, fishnet underneath, tight black shorts, tall black socks on her legs and white/black converse sneakers. Bejewelled by a clutter of gold necklaces hanging around her neck, big hoop earrings and a nose ring. Her blonde hair was shaved to a buzzcut, her skin tanned as sand, thick lips painted bold red, and her eyes as purple as amethyst gems.

"I'm been dancing all night. I deserved a treat." She retorted with a slight hostile tone of her own.

Lila laughed. "You dance with that body? I stand see you now, stomping around like Dumbo."

To her surprise, the plump girl laughed as well. "Oh geez. If I have a cent every time someone shames me on my body, I'll be a smoking rich billionaire."

Lila growled at the girl's attitude, quickly assuming she was part of Olympe school.

Not another one…

"Photographers beg to take my photo for modelling." Lila stood up running her hands down her slim figure suggestively. "People say I look exactly like Angelina Jolie."

"Yeah, Angelina Jolie's evil twin sister from Hell." The girl shot back and the kids around the two girls laughed much to Lila's growing ire.

"Careful on what you say, I will ruin you." Lila threatened.

The plump girl just stared her down, unfazed by her threats, and popped in a stick of chewing gum in her mouth. She started chewing as she talked.

"The girls were right about you. You are a bitch."

She turned her big back on Lila and walked deep into the dancing crowd. Snarling, Lila chased after her, the boy she was flirting with left behind.

"We're not done, fatso!"

"Careful what you say. I got my crew with me and we don't take trolls lightly."

"Oh really, what's your crew's name? Phat?"

"No. DanceMad."

That made Lila stopped in the middle of the dance floor again, wide-eyed and choking on her words. "D-D-D-D-Dance...Mad?"

"DanceMad?"

"They're here?"

Her classmates joined her, excited to meet the dance crew that won last year's Juste Debout, the dance group she claimed to be dancing with.

And its leader she just insulted. Tāmaki Sheppard.

On the stage, a girl took over the mixer set from Nino, putting down her own CDs.

"Hey!" Nino shouted.

"Sorry, gotta put on their song, I worked all week on it!" She said hurriedly as she slipped on her pink headphones, blocking out his protests. Her fingers worked wonders on the machines in front of her, making sweet music came on, much different from Nino's style. Many colourful bracelets adorned on her wrists, matched by the single purple choker she wore. Her hair, frizzly, curly and dark red, was pulled up in a ponytail. All she wore was a neon green cropped tank-top casually exposing a lacy bra underneath and white wide-legged shorts, both articles of clothing revealing her peachy skin. On her feet was tall white socks with two black stripes at the top and brown/orange sneakers.

Just as the new music begun playing, Tāmaki the plus-sized girl pushed off a wall, flagged by 8 more girls at each her side, taller and skinner than her. Obviously, her backup dancers. They strutted onto the floor, walking coolly, almost uninterested in the onlookers' excitement. Lila stood frozen as DanceMan advanced on her, their leader zoning in on her, chewing her gum loudly, standing out in centre, symbolising her power. Tāmaki then harshly pushed Lila, mirroring almost what she did to Vanessa. Lila and her classmates watched when DanceMad sets eyes on them and danced to the music.

They were, without a doubt, the best. No wonder they were the best dance group in Europe, even the world. No wonder they won Juste Debout.

They danced with passion, with emotion expressed every way. Every line sang, every word rapped, it was all done along the girls' creative dancing. No matter the sudden mix, those girls made sexy flow of their bodies and blunt gestures to keep up. They even used their own clothes to create moves among anyone else's thought. Their choreography was more organised than a slacker's life.

Everyone cheered them on, yelling for more. Except for Lila and her group, flabbergasted at the turn of events. Some were asking their 'good friend' unwanted questions.

"If that's DanceMad, how come you picked on their leader?"

"How do they not know you after you dance with them?"

"Shouldn't you dance with them if you spent the weekend with them?"

DanceMad flaunted with attitude. As an example, they bent and arched their backs forward, jolting their butts on full display with all faces directed at Lila and her 'friends', getting back at how she treated their classmates and their leader. Lila just watched the truth dance in front of her. Tāmaki moved better than any slim wannabe. She was the biggest of the dance group yet was the best dancer and the leader.

"Did you know that they're two years ahead of us in Olympe?" Vanessa mentioned, coming up to them.

And then she jumped in the dance group, effortlessly catching up with them, breaking no sweat. Then more Olympe joined in. With her fellow ballerina, Swanhilde waltzed up to the quiet group, doing elaborate gestures, waving their hands on their faces for extra impulse and tiptoed away. Jimena did her flamenco again, stamping her feet down in quick steps. One girl did cartwheels and flips across the floor.

In the crazy madness, Kim pointed at something that shocked him.

"Look!"

Marinette was with the 8 girls of DanceMad, dancing along with them.

"Mari can dance?"

"Marinette is too clumsy to dance. Or so I thought."

Despite what they thought, Marinette was fine. She was told to need patience, guidance and diligence to succeed. Every amateur is clumsy, said Ms. Auberon.

Finally, the Olympe students stopped dancing, ending their performance. The whole club jumped into a standing ovation, the claps of hands thundering, the cheers roaring. Tāmaki, Swanhilde and Vanessa stepped forward, staring hard at Lila, satisfied with their fierce dance off.

"Here's a phrase you might've know. Va' fa a Napoli!" Vanessa said, done so with a flick of her head under her chin.

Lila gasped, appalled. Vanessa clapped hands with Tāmaki and Swanhilde, all three smirking with pride.

"ALRIGHT, GIRLS, LINE UP! TIME TO GET BACK!"

8 o'clock sharp on the clock, Valérie showed up right on time, an uptight adult in a swarm of wild teenagers.

"HUP TWO, THREE, FOUR! HUP TWO, THREE, FOUR!"

She rounded up all of her charged girls, heading them to the door. DanceMad, Swanhilde, Jimena, Verity the actress, Elisabeth the musician, Vanessa and Marinette walked together. A few tears leaked from Marinette's eyes, her smile dropping.

"Marinette, wait!"

Adrien ran after her, trying to cut through the crowd.

"Adrien!" Lila whined.

Valérie guided the girls into a van. Once every girl had been accounted her, the woman closed the door on them, and the girls erupted into animated gossip.

"Wow!"

"That was fierce!"

"Can you believe that liar?"

"I know!"

"Bunch of two-faced backstabbing slackers!"

"What an insult to our hard-worked profession!"

"They are from the same school Marinette was in before?"

"Yeah! I heard she left on her own."

"No surprise then."

"I can't believe you let posers like her walk you over."

Marinette didn't answer. She was succumbing to the emotions she felt tonight. Fear, excitement, joy, worry, sadness, heartbreak…

"Marinette?"

Vanessa popped her head out of the purple heavy hoodie she was putting on to see her best friend on the verge of crying. She wrapped her arms around her just as Marinette burst into tears. Along with Vanessa, the other girls, the ones who jumped in telling off her nemesis, comforted her, knowing her pain. The van drove off into the night, leaving behind a trail of smoke just as Adrien finally broke free from the club.

"Marinette!"

He looked on after the van driving off back to Olympe, away with the girl he wanted to talk to so much. Juleka walked up behind him and stood beside him, staring in the same direction with the same longing look as him. Their friends joined them one-by-one, all staring in the same direction.

However, Lila remained inside. She gave a piece of paper, her number written on it, to the Italian boy she talked with, smiling at him and then walking away, pretty sure she swayed her hips in his way.

"Ah man, I can't believe this has happened!" Nino wailed. "You guys practically ruined my chances of becoming a professional DJ! Balter will never use me again!"

"Oh, don't be such a crybaby." Lila scolded. "There's plenty of other clubs. "

"One club can spread the word and I will be unemployed by then!"

"The only good thing I got tonight was another boy toy."

Chloe formed a frown of disappointing. "And yet, you still want to keep Adrien."

Lila paid no mind as she hugged Adrien by the arm again, never minding his discomfort.

Her 'boy-toy' watched her by the door before he turned away, pulling out his phone. He dialled a number and listened to the dial-tone until it answered.

"Hey, it's me. I have a mayor scoop. Its worth it. Just give me an hour to write up everything on my computer and I'll have it ready for tomorrow. Excellent. Grazie."

He ended call and turned back, where the class was leaving to go home, Lila still holding Adrien firmly.

A roguish grin crawled onto his face. "And grazie, Lila."

The club, Balter means to dance artlessly, without particular grace or skill but usually with enjoyment.

Vanessa's first dance is based on the first dance scene in club from on Honey (2003), and Juleka falling in love with Vanessa and other's dialogue are from Hotel Transylvania 3.

Six is a British musical by Toby Marlow and Lucy Moss. It's based on the six wives of Henry VIII reimagined as a girl band getting turns in singing about their stories of their time as Henry's wife. It has a lot of influence of Little Mix, Beyonce, Britney Spears, Adele, etc. Girl Power!

Missus Edward is a parody of Missy Elliot, the rapper, singer and dancer.

Charlatan is a word that means someone making showy pretences to knowledge or ability, basically a trickster or con artist. The word comes from charlatan, a seller of medicines who might advertise his presence with music and an outdoor stage show. One best-known charlatan was Tabarin, who set up a stage in the Place Dauphine, Paris in 1618. It's the worst insult Olympe can think of.

One of the Olympe's 6-year-old girl's niece has cleidocranial dysplasia, which is a birth defect that delayed the growth of bones and teeth. Dustin from Stranger Things has it.

Duende is a Spanish term for a heightened state of emotion, expression and authenticity, often connected with flamenco.

Flamenco is a style of Spanish music, played especially on the guitar and accompanied by singing and dancing.

In chapter 3, I mentioned DanceMad. The group is a pun on Demand and a parody of the ReQuest dance group.

Va' fa a Napoli literally translated to 'Go to Naples.' Its Italian for 'go to hell.'