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Marinette is sitting next to her boyfriend, Adrien, the boy she dreamed of dating since the beginning of 10th grade. He looks over at her and she can’t help but blush, despite the fact that they’ve been dating since the summer. Sometimes it doesn’t feel like it though. Sometimes it feels like they aren’t even friends, let alone dating. The bell rings, signaling homeroom end, and Marinette stands to leave, grabbing her bag and looking up and smiling at Adrien, who just stares back, giving an expression of confusion. Why is she smiling at me this time? Marinette frowns and turns to leave, only to be fully shoulder checked by Alya, her former best friend, now one of Lila’s lackeys. She tumbles back, falling into her wooden seat on her butt.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry about that! Alya didn’t mean it! Right, Alya?” Lila looks up at Alya while remaining bent over to tower over Marinette. Alya nods slightly, clearly not meaning it.
“Lila is so nice!” “I can’t believe she’s still so nice to Marinette after what she did to her!” “I wish I was as nice as Lila!”
Marinette frowns slightly, looking over to Adrien, hoping to be helped out of the situation she’s been cornered into. If she forgives Alya, she’s playing right into Lila’s hand, but if she fights back, she’s the monster for discarding Lila’s ‘kindness’.
She was at a loss for words, both options deadly. Out of nowhere, a firm grip pulls Marinette up and out of the seat.
“Marinette, stop being rude and tell Alya you forgive her,” Adrien says, his lips close to the bridge of her nose.
“Adrien, it’s perfectly fine if Marinette doesn’t forgive Alya! I was just hoping she would recognize that it was an honest mistake and-”
“No, Lila, Adrien’s right. I forgive you, Alya,” Marinette says to Alya, trying to stop Lila from manipulating the situation further.
Lila beams at Marinette as Adrien grips her hand tight and pulls her out of the classroom.
Whispers of “How can Adrien put up with her?” and “She’s such a bitch!” can be heard from behind them.
“Marinette, what the fuck?” Adrien glares at Marinette like she just committed some horrible atrocity.
“I know… I shouldn’t have let Lila manipulate the situation like that-”
“What? No I mean what the fuck are you doing picking fights with people?”
“What?! I wasn’t the one picking a fight!”
He stares at her like she was the dumbest person he’s ever met. “You were the one refusing to forgive Alya!”
“Yeah… BECAUSE SHE WASN’T SORRY!”
“Whatever, could you just… knock it off? This bullshit is so incredibly damaging to my reputation.”
“Right, of course… Sorry, Adrien,” Marinette says, looking up at him.
He leans down and kisses her lips, and it’s as though there’s fire between them as his lips move against hers. She runs her fingers through his blonde hair and feels the silky, smooth strands one by one between her fingers. His tongue enters her mouth and meets hers, passion rolling off it. He slams her against the lockers and pins her there as Marinette grips Adrien’s hair harder. She feels his large hands running through her silky, pin straight, blue hair. She shuts her eyes and feels the rhythm of his touch against hers, her body on his, his tongue touching hers, her lips-
BRINGGGGGGGGGG
“Damnit…” Marinette says after breaking free for air.
“Fuck, we’re late,” Adrien says, pushing away from the lockers and turns to head toward his next class. Marinette leans against the lockers, slightly dejected, watching Adrien smooth out his hair, erasing any evidence of their makeout.
“I mean… we could always skip,” Marinette says, a slightly hopeful look in her eyes. “We haven’t been on an actual date in weeks and maybe we can even finish what we were doing here.” She flashes him a half smile.
“Yeah, sorry, Marinette, but my reputation already has irreparable damage to it from me staying with you after that whole thing with attempting to kill Lila, I don’t need to add skipping class to the list.”
“But you know that whole thing was all a lie Lila made up! Either way, there was ZERO evidence that I did any of the things Lila said I did.”
“I know that but no one else does. Also, we went on a date yesterday at my house,” he says with a slightly annoyed look in his eye.
She remembers yesterday when she was on his lap on his couch, with her tongue halfway down his throat and her legs wrapped around his torso.
“Yeah, but I mean an actual-”
“Look, if it means so much to you we’ll go get Andre’s tonight,” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose. He reaches his hand out to her. “Now come on, we’re late enough as it is.”
She takes his hand and he pulls her into him, her free hand landing directly on his chest. He looks into her bluebell eyes and quickly glances at the clock, far enough into 1st period that he would get more attention for coming in late than not showing up at all.
He smirks at her and she raises an eyebrow, confused. He then pulls her into the bathroom as she yelps, locks the stall, and shoves his tongue back into her mouth as she smiles up at him.