Release

Chapter 6

Marinette couldn't help but feel confused. One second, her and Chat were all over each other, the next he's leaving like nothing had happened. She put her hands up to her face, wanting to scream in them again. All she wanted to know was how Chat felt about the whole thing.

"I'm just being emotional." She said, getting up from her bed and going towards her closet. She had forgotten that she was supposed to meet up with Luka yesterday. Which reminded her the reason she had skipped out. She was with Chat noir.

When she looked in the mirror, she felt unrecognizable. Her lips were still swollen from the night before, and there were a trail of love bites flowing up and down her neck. Her hair was very messy, and her cheeks seemed to maintain a permanent blush.

She had to admit that even though it was her first time, it was still amazing. It didn't really hurt like she had expected, but she was a little sore. Her hands glanced over her naked body and perked nipples just thinking about her experience once again.

"I need a cold shower." She thought out loud. She was glad that Tikki was no where in sight, since she felt like this was just embarrassing.

After her short shower, she began to get dressed for school, preparing to be ignored by her long term crush again. She pulled an oversized sweatshirt over her head to hide the hickeys, and wore some comfortable leggings to hide the discomfort below. She knew she looked tired, but she honestly didn't care.

"Tikki." She called out, glancing around the room. The red Kwami flew up towards her out of no where, practically scaring her. "Where were you at?" She asked.

"Hiding." She simply answered, making Marinette's cheeks flush. "I didn't see anything I swear!" Her high pitched voice spoke out into the room. Marinette nodded, feeling a bit grateful that Tikki did not see anything.

She then quickly grabbed her backpack, letting the red Kwami fly into it, and then left her room.

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"You look like shit." Alya said, sitting down next to her best friend. She had on contacts today, which was a bit suprising since she loved wearing glasses.

"That makes me feel so much better." Marinette joked, grabbing her back pack from the side of her desk and putting it on the desk.

"Hold on." Alya looked her up and down, squinting her eyes. "Something's definitely off." She commented, making Marinette tense up.

"Yeah, I'm tired." Marinette deadpanned, trying to get her best friend off of her back. She knew that Alya was smart, and that she would easily figure it out.

"Sureeeee..." Alya said, eyeing her best friend who just looked annoyed. "I know your hiding something, but I won't push it." She smiled.

Marinette smiled back, rolling her eyes at how smart her best friend was. She knew she couldn't get it past Alya, but she did know that she could easily go unnoticed by the rest of the class, even if they did adore her.

A few seconds later her blonde crush appeared, making her feel a since of warmth coupled with emptiness inside. She didn't know how to feel about him any more. If he didn't like her even as a friend, then she had no chance as a crush.

"Hey Marinette." He said as he walked in. For the first time in a while, he initiated the conversation. Marinette glared at him, believing that the game he was playing was not fair. He couldn't just ignore her every day, and then out of no where want to talk to her.

"Hey." She simply replied, turning away from him. She missed the worrying look he gave her when she turned around.

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