She.she didn't have TOO many Chat Noir merch, did she? NAHHH. She stopped herself and blushed bright red. Her Chat Noir themed bag, her Chat Noir hoodie, her Chat noir headphones, her Chat Noi. She spun in her chair and giggled.Ĭhat said he had " connections" and could get her the perfume. Marinette sighed dreamily as she listened to the ad on repeat. "We'll put that hoe, Chloe in her place and you'll finally get with Adrien."Radiant, Carefree, Dreamy. "I promise this year will be different." Alya says tossing her arm over my shoulder. "I didn't even check my phone this morning." "I'm sorry," I give her a kiss on the cheek and follow her out the door. "The fact that you didn't text me back this morning." "You wanna know what's disrespectful?" She snatches a croissant out of the paper bag in my hand. "You shouldn't cuss in front of my parents," I raise my eyebrows and wag my finger at her mockingly. She turns to me with the fattest smile on her face. The front door swings open and Alya, my best friend since 7th grade walks in. "You really need to stop stressing bǎo bǎo." "Mari you look like the dead," Mom says, passing me a paper bag filled with chocolate filled croissants to the brim. Papa's in the kitchen his back turned to me as he kneads bread on the countertop while humming along to French music. I pick up the polaroid of Adrien I took when I was taking class pictures last year off of my nightstand and give him a kiss before placing the picture back and dragging myself out of bed and washing up.Īfterwards, I opt to go bra-less (since I basically have no need for one), wear a tank top instead with a pink oversized Hollister hoodie and a pair of grey high waist straight jeans and wear my raven coloured hair down before dragging myself downstairs, backpack in hand. It doesn't help that she's known him since they were kids.
He transferred to our school in the beginning of 10th grade, but I never got the chance to really get to know him because Chloe's always with him. Now she uses Adrien Agreste, a golden haired masterpiece with emerald green eyes and the body of a Greek god who I also happen to have the fattest crush on as a means to get back at me. I guess that was a good enough reason for her to torment me endlessly. It was never consensual, and he'd always tell her to stop or push her away but she never listened. She would harassed him with kisses and throwing herself at him quite literally as a way to show her 'love' for him all throughout the months before this incident happened.
I think it started on my first day there in 7th grade when a boy named Timothee Chalamet announced that he loved me to our entire class and gave me a box of chocolates and a card made of hearts with a five dollar bill in it on Valentine's Day. I'd going there since the beginning of 7th grade and a bitch named Chloe Bourgeois has been doing her best to make my life a living hell since then.
Crawling down my spine, in the goosebumps trailing across my arms making my hairs stand on end and even in the air with the aroma of blueberry scones that traveled all the way up to my room from the patisserie my parents ran on the first floor of our apartment building.įrançoise Dupont High School (Follows a secondary school system). THE FEELING OF DREAD that comes with first day of a new school year it was everywhere. " you save everyone, but who saves you? "