The New Guardian

Sparks Fly

Previously: I take a second to gently brush out my hair and check out the wound with a hand mirror so I know where to be careful washing. Carefully taking off the dressing from my stitches, I naturally cringe at the sight. I banged it pretty bad. I look around for a bit of Vaseline to put over it so it doesn't get wet but I don't have any. Whatever. I'll just get it wet, clean it up a bit to get the dried blood off and I'll put the ointment and a new dressing on when I get out. I sigh, stepping into my nice warm shower, washing everything as fast as I can.

~This chapter is in Adriens POV~

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"Hi Nathalie." I say irritated over the disruption.

"Monsieur Adrien. I can see you are at Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng's house again. Do you plan on coming home tonight?" She asks dryly, almost like a statement.

I look over to Marinette, "Am I coming home tonight?" asking out loud for her to answer. She sits up and wraps her arms around her body. She smiles at me and blushes causing my breath to catch in my throat. It feels like Cupid himself just shot me straight through with an arrow. I feel my face heat up and I bite my lip, looking away from her to calm down. "No, I don't plan on being home tonight."

I watch out of the corner of my eye as Marinette gets up and ducks out of the fort. I hear her foot steps in the distance until she closes a door. Forgetting I was on the phone, I hear Nathalie clear her throat before she begins her lecture.

"Monsieur Adrien. Your father is seething right now. You have missed a photoshoot and now two days of fencing. You were to be home tonight to discuss this with your father and you don't plan on being home now?"

Fuck. I let out a long sigh. "Sorry Nathalie, you're right. I completely forgot. What if I come home tomorrow after fencing and talk to him?"

"I think that would make him even more upset with you. I would come home immediately."

"There's no way I can do that!" I exclaim defensively.

I hear Marinette come out of the bathroom in a bit of a hurry so I pop my head out of the fort to check on her. I mouth a quick "You okay?" to her and she shakes her head yes. She turns for a second to grab clothes out of her closest and turns back to me mouthing the word "shower". I give her a thumbs up and she shoots one back up at me, jogging away to the bathroom with her things as I bring my head back under the edge of the fort.

"And why could you not be here tonight? I know you have a fondness for Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng but you mustn't let her situation distract you from school and work. Your father is very angry with you right now and is debating on pulling you out of school. I know how much school means to you so I am fighting for you to stay in it. You are making it a lot more difficult to do when you miss your required appearances for a girl."

"Hey, wait, what? Father is seriously that upset?" I sit back, knowing I really fucked up this time.

"Yes. You know how he can be." She says quietly.

"Okay fine. I will be home soon. Can you stall him for a few hours?" I ask apprehensively.

There's silence on the other line, as if she's making sure she can really say what she's about to say. I can imagine her pinching the bridge of her nose and shaking her head as she says, "I can do an hour maximum."

"Thank you, Nathalie! You're the best! I owe you one!"

"You can owe me by being home as quickly as possible and making sure you go to fencing, piano lessons and a tailoring session tomorrow."