Bound To You - A Miraculous Story

Chapter Eleven

Word Count: 4570

Adrien's PoV:

I have no idea if we're allowed to use our phones in class, but I do it anyway. Mainly because Chemistry is the most boring subject ever, and I have no idea what Ms. Mendeleiv is talking about most of the time. Granted, I haven't had a single Chemistry lesson in my entire life.

My parents didn't think Chemistry was that important. I've learnt basics, for instance how to put out different types of fire. You know, things like 'never throw water onto a fire caused by oil'. And I know things like 'H20' being water or 'CO2' being Carbon Dioxide.

But why the hell do I need to know what this transparent gas looks like? Or why do I need to know all these reaction equations like Ethanol + Oxygen → Carbon Dioxide + Water and it being something like C2H5OH + O2 → CO2 + H2O in some kind of symbolic writing or whatever. Why would anyone need to know that? It's a waste of time.

Honestly, I can't believe how Marinette chose to have Chemistry for her Senior year. This is going to be the death of her... or me. Apparently I have an exam in Chemistry by the end of this school year, and I know nothing.

I'm a fast learner. Well, when it comes to educational stuff, like school. But I don't think I will be able to get this in my head.

"Dude, you're staring at Dupain-Cheng," the guy beside me said. I think his name was Nico. No, Nino? Something like that. My new buddy. I immediately turn to face him, and I'm pretty sure he can read the confusion right off my face. "You've been staring at the back of her head for the past ten minutes."

"So?"

"That's kind of creepy," he laughs quietly. "Do you have a crush on her or something?"

I could swear this guy was in Ms. Bustier's class earlier as well. Which is why this whole thing is even more confusion to me. "We're kind of married?" I say with questioning undertone.

"Right. I forgot about that. Still pretty crazy you got married to someone like... her." Someone like her?

"What's wrong with her?" I ask. "I've been hearing so many mean things all day. I can't imagine any of the rumours being anywhere near the truth."

Nino laughs again, then points towards the clock in the classroom. "Should ring in about a minute for a five minute break. We'll talk somewhere more private." Where the hell does one talk 'in private' at a school building?

Luckily, the bell rings just when I try to come up with some places. I'm being put out of my misery when Nino suddenly pulls me out of my seat and drags me after him. As we pass by Marinette, she just gives me a worried look. I wish I could tell her this was nothing, but clearly I have no idea what the hell is happening either. I manage to shrug it off though, at least towards her.

Nino leads me towards the locker room, and then right into the guys restroom. I don't think I would have chosen the restroom to talk, but okay, I guess?

"You could have used the toilet on your own, you know," I say.

"Dude, this is a private place. Things being said in here, they stay in here." I don't think I understand his logic. "So, about Dupain-Cheng," he begins and leans against one of the sinks.

"Marinette has my last name now, you know."

"Right. About Marinette then." Why does he find it so hard to say my last name in connection to Marinette? "She's feisty."

"Yeah, so what?"

"Dude, do you even know her in the slightest?" He asks.

Of course I don't. I wish I did, but she won't really tell me much about herself. The only things I know are that she's gotten drugged and raped by my cousin, and that her father might die sometime soon. Oh, and that her father took her to this Café, I think it was, when she was younger. It's a really great Café if I might say so myself.