A/N: Warning: I have no idea about fashion or expensive brands, I just say the names that come to mind. I have NO intention of criticizing Louis Vuitton or the brands featured in this chapter.

Warning 2: Bulimia. It's not explicit, but just in case.

I assure you that Chloe will be happy. I promise. I'm not one to give spoilers, but I think I should do this one.

What a beautiful drawing of me! But something is different. Queen Bee's expression is much more serious.

"Do you think Nathanael is becoming dramatic?" I ask Pollen.

She shrugs her no-shoulders, because she hasn't.

"I think that boy has always been serious, my queen."

He can. Or maybe it's because of Darkblade, which was literally yesterday. Nathanael draws very fast and well. It is outstanding.

When I leave his account I can't help but see the TTs: Agreste, Ryuko, Queen Bee, and for once, Bunnyx. I block them all. I'm not in the mood. They are insults again.

Imagine my surprise running into Adrien after Ryuko told me there was a civilian in her place. And all those passers-by taking photos and videos. Horrible, absolutely horrible. To see that horror, I would have preferred that she had not rescued me and died at the hands of Darkblade.

Anyway, after my father won the municipal elections for the third time in a row, I realized that I could achieve something like that too. And then my mother will see how special I am.

My class is having delegate elections.

I will become a delegate and my mother will be proud of my great ability. I'll just have to do what my father did: promise something that my voters are dying to have. No matter how much they hate me, no one will be able to resist...whatever I come up with.

For now, what I have to do is look pretty and not insult anyone, like I've done since Vanisher. And if I have a bad time, keep it to myself and not take it out on anyone.

And that's what I do in class. Say hello to Alix and smile at everyone who looks at me, even if I feel nauseous.

But even though I control my impulses, people still gather at the entrance of the school to hit me, although now it's not my fault.

I've ordered bodyguard number two to take photos of all those stalkers to sue them.

I try in every possible way not to insult anyone. But Kagami arrives. And she is horrible. She has put on makeup.

Blood red lipstick, black eyeshadow, makeup lighter than her skin tone and she hasn't even worn rouge. She looks like a vampire and Halloween happened several months ago.

I'm not the only one who has noticed how tacky she has become, obviously. The whole class falls silent upon seeing her.

The silence is broken by a loud laugh from Kim, followed by Shrill Snooper and Ivan. Marionette puts on a big smile of satisfaction. Still, Kagami seems unperturbed and she walks into class as if nothing is wrong.

"Kagami, if you wanted to put on makeup you should have asked me."

Now, she has given Marionette material to feel superior to her.

"Is not necessary. I was just testing."

And come to class with experimental makeup?

"You don't need to do that. This afternoon you come to my hotel after my gym class and I'll make you the right one. I'll even teach you. So you can copy it whenever you want."

Yes. Be nice. I can do it and it works fine. Because I do everything well, even if my mother doesn't realize it.

But Kagami shakes her head.

"No." she replies.

Brief Kagami is back.

Now that we're all here and the teacher hasn't arrived yet, Marionette gets up with a box.

When I proposed to have elections, before the municipal ones and during my father's campaign, I heard her talk to Shrill Snooper about how after knowing that I wanted to be a delegate, she would do everything possible to avoid it.

The box is from her family's bakery. I guess "everything possible" means bribery.

She walks around the class, handing out colorful macaroons to people with a big smile. She looks like a crazy bitch.

Kagami's smiles may be awkward and scary, but Marionette's makes her seem like the kind of girl who would keep a lock of hair and sneakily taken photos of the boy she likes. She looks like a psychopath. Although it is not that she is very far from that.

When she arrives at my desk there is only one macaron left. It is pink. I never liked pink. Plus, it's her color.

"A macaron, Chloe?" She asks with false innocence.

Everyone in class is looking out for us. If I want to be elected, I shouldn't show my desire to smash her head on this desk, right?

Of course not. If I did, everyone would say that I am envious, bitter and a hater of poor little Marionette, the biggest victim in the universe, while she does whatever she wants with me. It will not happen again.

I pick it up and try to give her my most cynical smile possible.

Nobody moves, they keep looking at me. They want to see me eat it.

I don't want to eat anything she made. But I do it.

I put the whole macaron in my mouth and chew. It is a little bigger than I expected, I have a hard time eating it. She puts on a fake smile, without it reaching her eyes.

I keep chewing. At least they don't pay me that much attention anymore.

"You look like a squirrel." Alix comments.

Is there anything she doesn't joke about? She gets offended if someone makes fun of her height, but she spends all her time picking on others. She is a hypocrite, even though she complains about the hypocrisy of the rest.

I swallow the sweet nothing tasty. It's disgusting knowing that's in my stomach.

"And you look like chewing gum, although you don't smell so good." I answer her.

She puts on her characteristic crooked smile.

"Great campaign: insult your voters."

She winks at me mockingly and turns.

Dammit. She is right. I must be nice.

Second hour, when we have class with Bustier, is the vote.

I try to be liked, I promise I will use my influence (on my father) to get what they want as a class. Marionette, on the other hand, talks about cheesy sentimental rolls of union and love and various other nonsense. She looks like a hippie.

I have more and more reasons to hate her. The good thing is that Alix, as she once stated, hates hippies, and it shows on her face.

I think it is clear: I have given real proposals for the class and she has spoken of friendship and love. I should win.

Although these people do not follow the logic.

I don't win. She does. I only have four votes, and one of them is mine.

Seeing her name with so many votes gives me a stomach ache. I feel like I'm going to throw up. It is a pain that squeezes my chest. Heat rises to my face. Humiliation. What I feel is humiliation.

I have not won. My mother will not be able to feel proud, but ashamed.

I am useless.

Then we have physical education class. I skip it. I've never particularly liked it and besides, I have gym class this afternoon, it's not like I'm going to stop playing sports.

I stay hidden in the locker room while the others go to the gym. Today they are going to climb.

I lost. They hate me so much that even when it benefits them they don't treat me right.

And that humiliation of her, forcing me to eat one of her macarons, knowing how much I hate it.

I don't want to digest it. I will not do it.

I take off my jacket and put it in the locker. I open the bag: Pollen is asleep.

Well, I know she wouldn't like to hear about this.

I take off my glasses and the miracle, and pull my hair up into a ponytail.

I haven't done this in a long time. I'm over it, I don't want to lose my beautiful voice. Also, it's much easier to stay slim doing sports because that way I don't feel so tired.

But it's not for me, it's for her.

I don't want to have anything to do with her. She's just the stupid Marionette. A crazy and disgusting victimizer. She can't influence me. Not anymore.

I crouch down in front of the toilet and cough hard. Sometimes I got it just with that.

This time she is not one of them. Deep breath. I don't want to do it, even though I feel nauseous.

I haven't made myself vomit in a long time. Before it was common, until my father caught me once and that triggered visits to the psychologist.

Now I know it's wrong. that hurts me. And I don't need it anymore, I'm thin, perfect.

All this is not because I look fat, right now I'm not. My concern is to keep my figure and show my mother that I am not.

Vomiting is not pleasant. Actually, it's one of the nastiest things I've ever done. And I did it often.

I get out of the cubicle. I have to take my hands and rinse my mouth well. Then I'll have a honey candy.

I clean myself in the sink, though that doesn't stop me from feeling dirty, and look at myself in the mirror.

And there's Alix.

That scares me and makes me jump, but I wouldn't admit it if asked.

I turn to her, who is looking at me with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

"How long have you been there?"

It scares me to know.

"Enough. The teacher sent me to find you. He has realized that you were not there." she says in a much more serious and less cheerful tone than usual.

And what happens now? Will she tell everyone? Will she try to get in? The last time someone messed with it, it ruined my school life forever.

Although that was her fault, her self-centeredness and narcissism.

"Tell him I'm sick."

"No. I'm not going to do that."

Her gaze is serious. The only person who ever challenges me so directly.

Her eyes go to my arms without dissimulation. She has seen them too.

I grab my jacket from the locker and let my hair down. I already put on sportswear before.

"Are you going to say something?" I ask with fear. I don't let it show.

She shrugs, seriousness gone.

"I'm good at keeping secrets." She answers. "But you should go to the psychologist."

Of course she has

to give an opinion. Everyone always has to give an opinion. They would not be calm if they do not get where they're not called.

We are silent for a moment as we go to the gym. I understand that Kagami's fencing classes are always outside, even when it rains.

"Hey, Chloe."

I do not want to talk about it.

"Yes?"

"Let's go to the arcade this afternoon." Alix says suddenly.

Isn't she going to talk about my problem?

She wants to get out there. I do not want.

"The arcade? Do you live in the eighties?"

She wrinkles her nose.

"Well, to karaoke."

I'm not going to sing in public. I'm not good at it. Though of course I'm not going to tell her that.

"The nineties." I answer instead.

Alix frowns slightly.

"To the movies."

"The two thousand."

I would never want to be locked in a dirty room with random people.

"Okay. I'll stay at home doing nothing and you the same. And everyone happy." Alix answers sharply this time.

It might not be the best idea to tease the girl who has discovered my weakness. She has said that she will not tell anything, but still she does not trust me. I have to think of another activity.

"An Escape Room." I suggest her. I don't even know why. "I understand that it is fashionable to do with groups of friends."

Alix looks at me in surprise as if she didn't expect it. It doesn't last long.

"And I know how to get a group." She says with a typical crooked smile of hers.

"Yes but not today. I have rhythmic gymnastics."

She nods.

"Okay. Tomorrow then."

We get to the gym, where the teacher sees me and Alix calls her friends Kim and Max and Kagami.

My friend seems very annoyed by the proximity of Kim, who before laughed at her.

"Chloe and I have decided that tomorrow we're going to an Escape Room. Chloe invites."

When have I said that?

Kim looks at me badly, not that I care. Max shrugs. And Kagami tilts her head.

"What is an Escape Room?" She asks.

"In Japan you didn't have it?" asks Max.

Kagami crosses her arms. I think she is defensive. She never talks about Japan.

"I do not know. I am not very into places of entertainment."

Her response is serious, like her. That freaks Max out a bit.

"It is a game where you are locked in a room and you have to solve puzzles to get out." Kim explains, as if he hadn't laughed at her this morning.

Alix looks at him in surprise.

"We still need someone else. Escape Rooms are usually for groups of six."

One more person I'm going to have to invite for no reason.

I honestly don't want it to be Adrien. But who else? Alix hangs out with Kim, Max, and Kagami. And she is with me, Alix and Adrien. The guys hang out with each other, unless she wants to invite Kim's girlfriend, which I highly doubt.

Alix looks around the gym, where people take turns climbing the wall.

"Nath!"

Nathaniel? Why him? Why does she call him Nath?

The boy is in sight, but in a strategic place so that the professor forgets that he is here.

And he comes! Nathanael is coming. I've never seen him talk to a group of people. I haven't even seen him talk to Alix.

"What?" he answers with a confidence and exasperation rare in him.

What's with that way of talking?

"We' meeting tomorrow." Alix makes a gesture that encompasses us all. "Are you coming?"

Nathanael frowns. He doesn't look at us. Only her. What's going on?

"What are you going to do?" he asks cautiously.

Alix laughs. What is she laughing at?

"Still on it." What thing? "It was a joke." What joke? "Let's go to an Escape Room. You like riddles."

Does Nathanael like riddles?

"I don't really like them that much, but… Yes. I'm going."

"Good. Chloe invites. It was her idea."

Nathanael looks at me and nods.

In the end something good has come out of Alix catching me.

The class has been horrible. Actually, it has not been a class per se. That's what makes it so horrible.

Mrs. Alarie has told me that I am too abrupt, that I have been losing the elegance and lightness characteristic of rhythmic gymnastics.

So I've been half a class practicing ballet moves. And I wanted to take the tape.

And then she has forced me to practice with my classmates. Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous.

The only team I have is Triple Super. For all other things, I prefer alone.

I'm about to get home. I haven't seen my mother all day. I don't know what her reaction will be to my failure.

Should I go to her suite? No. I'm sure she doesn't want to see me now. I have ridiculed the Bourgeois again.

I must, although before I go to see her I have to be much more presentable. Of course, shower, make up and put on something gold.

I do everything fast. I wear a velvet dress from Chanel. The tail drags through the halls, silencing the Versace heels. I'm beautiful, as always.

"How do you think I should start the conversation?" I ask Pollen.

I open Chanel's bag where she is hiding and take out a honey candy.

"You could ask her what you can do with the corpse in the freezer of the hotel restaurant. Because it is not very hygienic to keep one next to food."

"What corpse?"

It is a genuine question. I have no idea what she's saying.

"The one with the chemical exhibition."

Oh, that's right. I had completely forgotten that I bought a dead man for that. It's Juleka's fault. Anyway, it was the least important thing that day.

I guess I'll give it to his family. I don't have a use for it.

I knock on the door.

"What?" The word sounds annoying. Now I'm afraid to speak. "Who's there?"

"It's me, mom."

There is a long silence in response to that.

"Enter. I have something to ask you."

It's about my defeat in the delegate election. I've made a fool of the family again. I have to get through the moment and promise it won't happen again.

I open the door and enter the suite. It is decorated to her liking: gold and ostentation. The floor is polished stone and the walls almost look like mirrors.

I don't see her from the beginning, but I find her in the second room, sitting at a desk and looking at something on a tablet.

She does not look at me.

"Tell me, Odele, who is this?"

Again she has forgotten my name.

She raises her head and turns the tablet over, showing me a photo of Marionette. It is a bit blurry.

Why does she have a photo of her? Why does she want me to tell her who she is? It has to be because she has beaten me. Surely she wants to know who is capable of winning over the mayor's daughter. I can't let her find out that she's a baker's daughter.

"Why do you want to know?"

My mother rolls her eyes.

"You never know anything, do you?"

So, she has nothing to do with today's delegate election.

"Did you know that Gabriel Agreste has done a fashion contest?" No. I've been busy with my haters, the akumas and the patrols. "Of course not. How would you know anything? Gabriel has passed me all the submitted designs and this girl is…" Horrible. Please say horrible. "completely exceptional. But she has forgotten to put her name. She is your age. Do you know who she is?"

I know who she is. And I hate her more than anyone in the world. Why does she get my mother's compliments and not me? I have made many efforts to meet her expectations. And she has only made a drawing.

Now I have to learn to draw? No. I'm better than her. Best at everything.

"I am also exceptional."

My mother looks me up and down and laughs.

"You? You are useless. The only exceptional thing about you is me."

That hurts. I feel as if a dagger was stabbed into my chest. Right in the heart. It is a betrayal. A betrayal for Marionette after what I've done for her.

"Am I not exceptional? How about doing rhythmic gymnastics from the age of four? How about being the most beautiful girl in Paris? I have the most perfect body that exists and I get B." And I am Queen Bee. "Isn't that exceptional?"

She frowns in annoyance.

"No. Anyone can do that. You have nothing special. go away I don't need anything else from you."

My mother looks back at the tablet and ignores me again.

I don't know what to do. My chest and face feel hot. I need to get out of here.

I turn around to leave the suite. Everything is gold and shiny, more luxurious than mine. This is her place, where I'm just a princess and she's the queen.

A treacherous queen.

I run to my suite, not caring about the possible trip.

"My mother is a traitor!" I tell Pollen. "She has chosen her."

She gets out of the bag quickly.

"My queen, calm down, please. You'll hurt your throat."

I don't mind. The heat is so strong, burning. She goes to my hands and I squeeze them.

She has taken her side. All those who were on her side have hurt me. All traitors. Sabrina, Adrien and her.

Pollen floats some distance away, concerned.

"My queen, your mother has done worse things to you than liking a drawing of that girl. Do you hate her that much?"

Is it so hard to believe? Does it seem so impossible that even someone capable of reading my thoughts at times doubts it?

"Do you want to know what happened to me? Do you want to know why I hate her so much?" Pollen seems suspicious. So insist on my grudges and now you don't want to? "I will tell you."

I lie on my bed, stare at the ceiling and try to relax.

"It all started, it really started, when I was five years old. My mother decided to leave, abandoning me and my nincompoop father."

Pollen flies up to be close to me.

"I remember it perfectly, you know? Me asking my mother to go with her, not knowing what was really happening. Jean pulling me apart... And I never saw her in person again. She didn't even call. Not once in ten years. Until now, that she has returned in search of the stupid Marionette."

The heat does not go away, but grows stronger with the discovery. My mother has not come back to see me, but my enemy.

"Do you know why I hate her so much? Because she has it all. At my expense. When I found out that my mom hates fat girls, I did my best not to be one. I had problems,

I admit it. She caught me. Like Alix today. And she, as always, tried to get in. She believed that she would work it out, forcing me to eat the sweets from her bakery, binding my arms and promising that she would be there for me."

But she wasn't.

"One day I got worse. I felt horrible. And I remembered her promise, so I asked her for help. And do you know what she did? Ignore me. She had something better to do. Someone more interesting to be with."

I sigh again and take off my shoes, which are very uncomfortable. Pollen does not stop paying attention.

"Later I discovered that something was intervening in the relationship of the boy who liked at that time. I, who had let her in on my deepest secret and greatest weakness, had been left out. Not even Sabrina, my second best friend after Adrien, knew. And she ignored me."

"Of course, that was not the end of it. I got angry, and I threw it in her face. I told her I didn't want her to keep "helping" me. She didn't take it well. She told me it was my fault, for ignoring her."

It's always my fault. It's all my fault. If I'm fat, if I'm thin, if there are akumas.

"And after that, everything got worse. I no longer allowed her to control me. And that's something she can't stand." Because she is a bad person. "So she started to victimize herself in front of everyone. To say that I had bullied her. Since I've never been particularly nice, everyone believed her. She didn't tell anyone about my weaknesses, because she didn't want them to pity me." And I don't want it either, actually. "Some excluded me from everything. She used to make plans inviting the entire class except me. Others harassed me. They persecuted me and insulted me. People hated me. And the more they hated me, the more they loved her. I'm already accustomed. That's why I know what to do with my adult haters. They behave the same."

I smile, although it's not from happiness.

"At first I didn't understand why they treated me like that. Then I tried to defend myself, but it was too late. I had already been pigeonholed as the bad one. So I did the only thing I could do: play the bad guy. Every time someone attacked me, in any way, I made it worse. Double, triple. My response to her attacks always made them regret they even started. That way they couldn't hurt me."

What I feel is fury, hatred and resentment. Against Marionette, against all those who supported her.

"And so it continues to this day: she is surrounded by people, she is the center of everything and always a poor and innocent victim, while I am that bad person."

Pollen is silent. What did she expect? Did she really believe that I was unfair to others? No. I treat them as they deserve.

"And what about Nathanael?" That's what she says.

Hey? I don't understand what he has to do with it.

"What about Nathanael?"

"You don't hate him."

It's true. I have to think why for a moment.

"That's because he came later. Before Alix, but after that."

No need to say anything else. She thinks I'm evil because she has seen me treat others as they deserve.

"And something similar happened with Alix. The difference is that she has been trying to get closer to me. But I don't trust. She is a friend of hers."

Pollen is silent again. No words yet.

"And Kim? He liked you."

"He was one of those who ignored me. And then he asks me out. Pathetic."

At least it served to ward off perverts and boys who don't fit my mother's expectations.

The traitor.

I don't know what to do about that. I just want to vent.

Unfortunately there was an akuma yesterday. I'll look for other types of criminals.

"My queen, even if they treat you badly, losing yourself in hatred will only hurt yourself."

Hate is a feeling like any other. Can't I hate those who have treated me badly? Yes I can. I have the right.

I decide to ignore that.

"Pollen, transform me."

I feel the characteristic pain of transforming myself with negative feelings.

No matter. I will look for thieves, murderers and rapists. And I will bring them to justice. Marionette won't go to jail, but other really bad people will.

And I'll do the patrol instead of Ryuko. She will have one more day off.

I exit the hotel carefully. I don't want stupid Shrill Snooper to take a picture of me and post it on her stupid blog.

First of all, I look for Ryuko. I go through the biggest streets, where she possibly is. People point at me and photograph.

It's strange. There is so much hate on the internet for Queen Bee, but they love me on the street. Is it really a social media thing? As Bunnyx says, they are financed by Hawk Moth. Is it that easy for the media to pick the wrong side? Actually, I shouldn't be surprised. My father has taken bribes before, and he is the mayor.

I meet Ryuko near the Louvre. She sees me in the distance and she stands still waiting for me.

She speaks when I am close enough to her to hear her.

"What are you doing here? Today it is my turn."

She doesn't seem upset, just curious.

"I feel bad and I want to catch some bad ones."

Ryuko frowns in confusion, as if she doesn't see the connection between one thing and another.

"There was an akuma yesterday, there will not be another today." She remembers.

"I know. I'm going to go after normal criminals."

She nods in understanding.

"I have tried it too. However, to report it is necessary to have evidence. Or at least to be sure that the police could get them. Our image is in a bad situation and we have to be careful, although it is not fair."

Evidence. I hadn't thought about it. I believed that I just had to catch a criminal and bring them to the police station.

I'm about to speak when Ryuko points to something behind me. I turn around and see that in the middle of the street, in the distance, a huge cube has appeared. It is like a huge square building, completely black and without windows.

"An akuma?" asks my partner.

Can not be. There was one yesterday. A strong one, which left us tired.

We look at each other puzzled and run across the rooftops to it. When we are close, a loud rumble sounds from inside.

It's definitely an akuma.

A white portal appears in front of us and Bunnyx comes out of it.

"There are no entries, we have to come this way."

When has she looked at the whole cube? Ah, yes, her power is time.

I walk through the portal and get just what I want: someone to vent to.

A/N: If anyone thinks Marinette's behavior doesn't fit: I've tried to do a situation like the end of the season three, without powers involved. And I think from Chloe's point of view, it's a true analogy.

If you don't understand what she says about this, tell me.

The akuma at the end is made up, since it couldn't just be her classmates.