Marc x Nathaniel Stories

Envy

"Good morning, gays!" Chanel greeted as they slid into the science classroom, bright-eyed and just radiating chaotic energy as always. At a throat clear, Chanel turned to Mme. Mendleieve and said to her, "And Mme. Mendelieve, our resident aromantic."

The purple-haired teacher merely rolled her eyes as her lips curled into a faint smirk. "Not my official title, but I'll take it. Now head to your seat Mx. Bellamy."

"Yes, Chanel!" Aurore called out, making a 'come here' motion with her hands. "Come hither! We need you to help us out with something!"

Chanel took in the scene before her. Everyone in the class had their heads turned towards someone, Marc. His face was buried into his hands, she could detect the faintest tint of red to his skin, probably due to the mischievous looks everyone had. "Ooh, are we messing Marc?" Getting excited, they ran over to their seat next to the noirette and wrapped an arm around the mortified boy. "Alright, tell auncle Chanel, what's wrong." They pinch one of his cheeks. "Who's being mean to our son?"

"This is the last thing I need right now," said Marc, words muffled by his skin. "Can we just start class please?"

"Oh no," said Mme. Mendleieve, but there was a hint of teasing in her voice. As much as the teacher loved order, she just couldn't resist the antics of her students. "I forgot to make copies of the assignments. I best go and make some."

"Traitor!" Marc yelled as Mendelieve left the room with a chuckle to herself.

Jean laughed as he rubbed his hands together maliciously. "Let the chaos reign. Now, Chanel, to fill you in..." He ignores Marc's pleas and continues. "Our dear friend Marc Anciel is having what is known as a 'gay panic,' all because his comic book partner- hopefully, boyfriend in the future- Is causing him to be too gay to function."

"I am not 'too gay to function,'" Marc said, uncovering his face to send his classmate a glare.

Chanel patted him on the head and sighed, "Marc, love, my sweet child, sweetie... You are the living definition of that, my love." Marc slammed his face down on the desk.

"Why do I hang out with you people?" Marc wondered for what had to be the twentieth time.

Mireille smiled, "Because you love us too much."

"Alright, so Marc is gay panicking again," Chanel said, getting everyone back on topic. "Maybe today's the day he actually confesses to a certain someone?" She gives Marc a pointed look. "Marc? Isn't there someone with red hair and good but also bad color coordination you'd like to confess to?... Huh?" When Marc doesn't answer and just puts his hood over his head, they roll their eyes. "Just tell Nathaniel you like him already! Geez!" Seeming exhausted, they propped their feet up on the desk. "God, disasters are helpless."

"Weren't you a disaster for Marinette?" Lacey, a blonde girl wearing a white button-down shirt asked with an arched eyebrow.

Chanel looks away, cheeks dusted a light shade of red. "We do not speak of that."

"I believed you said to her, 'God, you're hot!' And then you ran away with your beanie covering your face?" Ismael reminisced, making a few students laugh.

"We do not speak of that!" Chanel repeated loudly. "And this is about Marc, not my first experience with being a disaster, so..." She lifts Marc's head up off the desk and says to him. "Marc, I will say this only once. Just tell him how you feel," she said slowly as if speaking to a child. "He's bi, so you don't have much to lose."

"'Cept my dignity if he doesn't like me back," he muttered.

"Hey," Mireille said softly. "If he doesn't like you back, it's his loss, okay?"