Promise Me Chaton ~ Miraculous Fanfic

thirty six.

MARINETTE'S POV

-one week later, two days before prom-

I haven't gotten my dress yet. Alya has been bugging me all of last week and I always said, 'I'll get it tomorrow,' but it turned into tomorrow's after tomorrow and now I am officially almost out of time. Yay me.

Prom is on Saturday and it's currently a Thursday morning. I'm looking at myself in the mirror, turning all the lights I have in my room on so I can see what colour I think would look good on me. It doesn't help. I slowly pick up my phone and text Alya, really crossing my fingers she doesn't get pissed to find out my dress still isn't here.

ME
hey alya!

ALYA
omg mari look how hot i look
alya sent a photo at 7:49 am!

ME
omg was that yesterday?
you look so so good
and that orange on you!

ALYA
yeah, i know 😌
anyways whats up?

ME
um okay but u cant get mad

ALYA
you didn't get your dress did you?

ME
dont get mad..

ALYA
MARINETTE YOU DUMB ASS BITCH I LITERALLY TOLD YOU TO GET YOUR DRESS DAYS AGO WHY DIDN'T YOU LISTEN TO ME

ME
IM SORRY but i need help
what colour should i get?
or what colour do u think would look good on me

ALYA
pink, get pink
and dont go thinking im not still mad at you

ME
loll okay im gonna go look after school
wanna come? if u promise not to tear my head off

ALYA
yeah ofc im coming
no promises

ME
yeah whatever

Great. I still had a full day of school ahead of me with a potential death threat and science aka the worst subject in the whole world. Not only was it my least favourite but it was taught by Ms. Mendeleiev and I was still sitting next to Felix who was surprisingly still cold around me. I looked at myself through the vanity mirror in my room and decided to apply a small amount of makeup; blush, mascara, concealer and such.

-last period, science-

This was the period I always dreaded every other day. Science. I said goodbye to Adrien and went down the stairs while he took a sharp right turn. When I entered, Felix was already sitting down, taking very noticeable glimpses at me. He immediately opened his notebook and started writing something inside. I'm not sure what and when I sat down, he closed it quickly, kinda like he was trying to hide something from me. Or maybe I was overthinking and he just wanted it to be disclosed which makes more sense.

Halfway through the lesson, I saw him open up his notebook again, lifting the left cover which placed a barrier between us. He definitely didn't want me to see what he was writing or maybe even drawing now. I decided to ignore it but then he started looking at me, writing, then repeating that process which made me super uncomfortable.

"Um what?" I asked, looking for an answer. He didn't say anything, just gave me one of those "confused" looks, making it look like I was the weird one. He just turned back to his notebook and started whatever he was doing before again.

"Can you cut that out?" I demanded turning away from him so he could stop observing my every move. "Are you writing about me in that?"

"You're so self centered. Why would I waste my precious time writing about you? You think you're all that?" Ouch. He chuckled a little and did what he was doing before again.