Felix
The next few weeks he met Lila every afternoon. She was smart- so he knew that if he were to win, he would have to convince her that he was on her side. He had a feeling she was doing the same thing- lying to him and using him to ultimately get what she wanted. He was planning on doing it to her- until one afternoon.
He lived a few streets away, and went to a prestigious private school. However, he still found her everyday and walked her home while they plotted.
He hated that he was beginning to like her. She made jokes that made him smile and she was intellectual like him. They were walking home one day, and she started telling him about some girl in her class that she absolutely despised who was always trying to prove that she was a liar or blah blah, when they stopped on a bridge over the water for a break.
"Once, I was lying about my broken wrist and she threw a napkin at me! She's so annoying and is constantly tripping and falling over Adrien as if she has a chance-" He didn't really hear the rest. He was busy staring at her- her hair looked so beautiful in the setting sun, and her eyes were sparkling.
"Why are you staring at me?" She asked, snapping him out of his trance. "Oh- I-"
"Forget it, I don't care ya creep. Anyways this girl-"
They talked all afternoon about random things- things that didn't really matter at all but did to them- about their childhoods and how her parents constantly told her she was never, and never, would be, enough for them, how Felix had lost his father only a year or two ago, and about their dreams.
"Since my father died, I wasn't happy like I used to be," Felix said as they lay under the stars on a grassy hill. "I started to feel more... secluded and alone. I notice my mother puts on a fake face most of the time. She acts all happy and positive but I see through it. I see the tissues in her trash can when I go into her room- I see through her fake smile." He looked away, biting his lip at the memories. "My father did everything with me. He taught me how to write, and read, even how to do pointless things like shoot a basketball into a hoop backwards. When he passed I- I felt like I lost a part of myself. I started to lie, and steal, anything to try and bring a real smile to my mothers face again."
He wiped a traitorous tear away before it slid down his cheek- he didn't want her to see him weak. "I- I don't think he would like me anymore," he choked. She took his hand and hugged him as he tried futilely to keep his tears back.
"I understand," she said. "I know it's not the same, but when my parents divorced things changed. My dad started doing stupid things, and they always took their anger out on me. I've grown to hate them. It's like anything I do will never be enough- and it hurts."
He hugged her tighter, both of them keeping each other together.
***
The next few days were better. He started to trust her, and she did the same for him, something they both had a hard time doing. Trust wasn't an easy thing. Especially with two people who had had the intentions of ultimately betraying each other. What if I'm falling into her trap? He thought constantly. He wondered if she thought the same.
Lila met with Shadowmoth whenever there was an attack- she wore the peacock miraculous whenever she helped, and always returned it when the attack was over.
They planned to infiltrate the Agreste mansion and take the butterfly and peacock miraculous simultaneously. Felix would go when an akuma attack was happening, and since Gabriel didn't know that Felix knew he was Shadowmoth, he would expect nothing.
On the day of the attack, he dressed nicely, and when Shadowmoth struck, the plan began.
He was let in immediately, and requested to see Mr. Agreste. "Mr. Agreste isn't available right now, but I'll let him know you arrived." Nathalie said. "Take a seat over here."
Felix sat on the bench Nathalie led him to, and when she was out of sight he followed the mental map Lila had made him memorize to the secret tunnel she had told him about.
He walked up the long grand staircase, then took a left, walked down the hall, took a right, another left, then stopped when he saw a painting of Adrien and his father. He smirked and tapped it three times, paused, tapped it twice more, and pushed it open. The corridor he walked into was long, with barely any light. Lila had told him about that in advance, and he had accustomed himself to the dark in preparation, since flashlights were too risky.
He continued through the hall, until he reached where he knew he needed to be. Lila glanced at him- smiling the smallest bit.
It was finally time.
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