𝑅𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝐴𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 || 𝑀𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝐿𝑎𝑑𝑦𝑏𝑢𝑔

Black magic and power??

Marinette

I took in a breath, refusing to remove my gaze from his. I would only meet the glares of everyone in class if I did. The professor seemed to be running late, leaving me fully exposed to whatever is to come.

"Is that so?" Adrien cooed not seeming to mind the eyes around us, not one bit. I tensed up, what were he playing at? I shifted in my seat uncomfortably before nodding slowly. He hummed lowly, gazing at me as if he were peeking into my soul with those mesmerizing cat-like eyes. As if he were trying to figure me out but was failing.

"Would you perhaps be," he paused as a smirk grew on his lips. "Intimidated by me?" His tone was a deep mumble. As he raked his fingers through his hair once again.

I let out a scoff, how dare he think that I was intimidated by him. Just because someone doesn't want to associate with you doesn't mean they have to be afraid of you or dislike you. It just means that they don't want to talk with you, there is no reason behind that. How huge was his ego to even think that.

"Please, prince it's the fact that I feel tedious when speaking to you." There was a striking silence as his smirk fell from his face. I could feel the glares from the students around me harden, but that's not my problem to agonize about.

Just then the doors flung open and the professor came stumbling in with her huge binder and coffee in her hands. The crowd deflated as students found they're way to their rightful desks.

The professor quickly placed her stuff on the desk before fixing her glasses and turning her attention to us.

I smile, I think I handled that well. I got that infuriating smirk off of his lips. I glance at him through my bangs but he is now leaning back in the chair, his knees touching each side of the legs on the desk as he stared into the wall ahead of us. His hands hung effortlessly in his pockets. I watched as his chest rose up and fell down. He looked as if he slipped into another world as he bit down on his bottom lip with intensity in his eyes.

I forcefully pulled my gaze away from him and back onto my desk with a deep breath just as the professor began to speak. Okay maybe I weren't being very sincere when I said that I felt tedious when speaking to him. Surprisingly I find it amusing that the Most Admired prince seemed interested in converting with me. But why me? Was it because of the balcony scene or when I tried to touch the vase?

"Ahem, can I have your attention please." The professor spoke up causing me to give her my undivided attention.

She cleared her throat as she lazily rose her hand up with stacks of paper in them. "I want you to fill these out so..." there was a pause as she looked down to the floor, her chest heaved. "So- so I can see where you're at." She finished but kept her head down as she reached her other hand up to her face and wiped her eyes under her glasses.

Were she crying?

She sniffed before raising her head back up to the class and passing the papers to the first desk at the front. Gesturing to them to pass it back before she went and sat back at her desk.

I tilted my head to the side as I continued to take in her appearance. She went and sat back at her desk, pulling off her glasses and setting them on the desk. She looked young, probably around 26-27 at the least. She had long platinum blonde hair which was neatly combed and pushed from her face with a headband. She looked severely underweight as her cheeks dipped into her face. Her skin was pale, making her hazel eyes more brighter. The dark bags underneath her eyes told me that she today weren't her day, she seemed out of it. I wonder what happened to her..

I was snapped from my thoughts as Adrien passed me the stack of papers. As I turned to get a hold of the papers I met eye to eye with him. I slowly reach to grab the papers from his grasp. My fingers gazed over his briefly but he only stared at me unbothered with an unreadable expression. I took the stack and removed my gaze from him. Taking a paper before passing the stack to the person behind me.