HBBIC (Head Bitches & Bastard In Charge)

Stupid With Love

Adrien stood in front of his massive bathroom mirror, vigorously exfoliating using the many face oils and lotions he's required to use daily to prepare for his photoshoots. If he forgets even just one time, his father will know and reschedule his photoshoot so it cuts into his free time. So Adrien makes sure, no matter how awful this stuff smells or feels weird on his skin, to always use the damn stuff.

Plagg flew over to him. "So, got any assignments from pigtails?"

"No," Adrien said as he scrubbed around his hairline. "But Marinette said that the next phase of their plan is happening today and would benefit me. Not sure how, though."

"Restraining order against Rossi?" Plagg asked hopefully. Before Adrien can say anything, he continues, "Yeah, just imagine it. She's miles and miles away from you, not touching you, my cheese, and all is right with the world."

Adrien smiled at the thought. It would be nice to never have to endure another minute with Lila ever again. Her grabbing him, reaching under his shirt, and digging her nails into his arms just made him want to throw up, especially when he was forced to do photoshoots with her. How his father, a ruthless man in the world of fashion and a real stickler, thought hiring a teenage girl with no experience, panache, or any knowledge of boundaries was a good idea just made no sense to the blonde. "Hey, I just hope they get rid of her this week."

"Oh yeah," Plagg rolled his eyes. "Those week-long photoshoots."

Of course, Gabriel would take advantage of the school being closed for a week while the board ran an investigation. It was necessary to see if there were any more faculty members like Bustier and Damocles, who they still don't know the whereabouts of. Jenna's confession got a lot of attention, especially when she mentioned how Olympia played a part in her cousin's death. Now authorities were on the lookout for Damocles and Olympia who have probably gone into hiding, maybe even fled the country. Nothing was on the news yet, so it was best not to speculate. The students were given what the Board is calling a 'Week of Reflection,' but Gabriel didn't really get the memo and seized to opportunity to make Adrien work for a whole week... With Lila.

Once he was done applying the moisturizer to his face, Adrien stared down at the faint scratch marks on his shoulders, then he rolled up his shirt hem and looked at the ones on his midriff. All from Lila. He knows he should go to someone about this, but that girl will no doubt use her fake tears and a sob story to make it seem those claw marks were out of self-defense against him, who was the one harassing and touching her... Sometimes Adrien just hated being a guy.

Plagg frowned at the scratches and looked up at his holder with sympathy, "Kid..."

Adrien sighed, knowing what he was going to say. "My dad will tell me to suck it up, and Lila's just going to say it was my fault, Plagg. It's just one week."

The god of destruction gave a silent nod, hating to see the blonde like this. During every damn photoshoot because of that heartless man, Plagg was forced to watch from the shadows as that damned liar touched his kitten in the most inappropriate ways while Adrien was just forced to take it. And whenever the photographer would say the photos aren't coming out right because of Lila, they have to re-do it about fifteen more times and Lila would just keep doing the same thing over and over again! And no one can complain about her at the risk of their jobs no matter how annoying she is! It's a vicious cycle! It almost made Plagg want to Cataclysm her right there in front of everyone, Wizard of Oz style, watch that wicked witch melt as the people praised him and celebrated!...

... Oh, one can dream.

"Come on, Plagg," Adrien groaned as he opened his shirt, allowing the Kwami to fly inside. "Let's get this over with. I hope The Primaries have something good planned." As he made his way out of his bathroom, Adrien heard his phone vibrate in his pocket. He prepared himself, thinking it was a message to him from the Primaries, but to his relief, it was just an update on the school blog. Perhaps something about Damocles? He opened the link and read the bold text