Guitar competition

Chapter Two: Jealousy

Schools out. You find yourself in a mess of frustration and guilt. Alya has been so kind to you, you can't figure out why exactly your frustrated but you just are. Whatever they were all hiding, what reason do they have to exclude her from all of the complications and secrets? You know your more clever then you let on but is this really the time to BE clever? You quickly stop thinking all of these thoughts and look up at the sky. You're new to paris, you've just made some wonderful friends, and yet your thinking all of these terrible thoughts as if you've known them forever and your bitterness will do nothing to your friendship. STOP BEING BITTER Y/N!!! You should be grateful!!  

You scold youself. But you ARE grateful. The sky rumbles and gray clouds slowly shuffle over the sun covering the sky entirely. A few moments later rain is pouring down and lightning is lighting up the sky. Now you have to run home. You sprint down the street, do you even remember where your home is?  You simply cannot get home in this weather so you run to a bakery beside you and bang on the door. A woman with dark hair and blue eyes answers the door with a smile that warms you instantly. "I'm so sorry dear but the bakerys closed," she says sympathetically, pointing at the sign.

"What? Oh, Ya, I'm not here to get food from the bakery!" You laugh. "I mean.. I-- I need some shelter, from the storm?" You add hurridley at the sight of the womans perplexed face. "Oh," she says her smile reappearing. "Yes of course, come on in dear. I have a daughter just your age, she's not home yet maybe you know her?" The lady offers, welcoming you inside. "Possibly, whats her name?" You ask.

"Marinette,"

For some reason it feels as if someone has just picked you up and thrown you off a cliff only to catch you at the last second and throw a few tennis balls at your stomache. Instead of explaining these feelings to the woman you nodd. "Yes... I know her, I go to the same school as her." The woman grinns, "wonderful, oh! Forgive me for being so rude, my name is Sabine." The wo-- Sabine introduces herself. "You can head on upstairs, Marinettes room is right up the ladder." You nodd and walk up the stairs.  This is the perfect opportunity to do some snooping to see just what Marinette is hididng. Whispers the devious and crule side of you. You shove that horrifying thought down and climb up the ladder.

Marinettes room is an explosion of a blond boy with green eyes and pink flowers. The boy seems suspiciously similar to a famous model named Adrien, maybe it's him. You hear the door downstairs open and assume Marinette is home. You quickly put down the photo of Adrien and run over to her bed humming innocently. You hear footsteps approach and you pick up a science book pretending to be deeply focused on the book. "AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Marinette cries at the sight of you. "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!" She yells. "MOM! Theres a person in my ro-- heyyyy it's you! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry for my outburst!" Marinette laughs sheepishly climbing onto her floor. 

You stare at her with your eyes open wide then slowly nodd, "No problem." You reply slowly. You give Marinette your hand because she seems to be struggling to stand up, but she shoos you away politley and stands up brushing the dirt off of her clothes. "Hey, I wanted to ask you something. About Luka."