Finding Yourself

Chapter three

After they eat, the group of friends spends time chatting and having fun. So Marc decides to ask if his friends would like to play some football. He was nervous as he is shy and doesn't like to show up, but he loves football and decides to take a risk. He even brought his soccer ball along hoping his friends would play with him.

Everyone agrees, except Félix, and they split into two teams. Françoise Dupont's students don't complain, as they will have physical education classes and will play some football and a little training is always good.

There, everyone discovers that Adrien Agreste is a football disaster. What's beautiful about the boy, he's clueless. All goes well until their game gets too close to a certain blonde who is sitting a few feet away from them.

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Chloe's been drawing for a while. She doesn't even know how much, as she always gets lost in her mind and her work when she's drawing. Her fingers are numb and her back is screaming at her for being bent over too long.

  She decided to draw three kids playing nearby. There are two boys and a girl, all three blonde. It reminded her of her and Adrien and Félix when they were younger. The three of them used to go to the park to play, Natalie, Jean or Anatoly (Gorilla, Adrien's bodyguard as everyone calls him. Except Chloe, she always called him 'Toitoi' as she couldn't pronounce his name as a little girl. Or G, as Adrien, Félix and Nat call him.), accompanied them, or sometimes all three together. Or just G and Alan, her driver, were taking them.                     

They played for hours, ran everywhere. Felix was always irritating her and the two ended up fighting and poor Adrien was always in the middle having to separate them. Those were good times. Times when Chloe didn't understand her mother's disdain for her, Felix wasn't that closed off and he still had his father and Adrien had his mother, his father wasn't that distant and he wasn't so lonely and sad.

But life changes for everyone, and not always for the better. Chloe is a good example of this. But maybe she'll be able to change a little again, for the better this time.

Standing up to stretch a bit and stretch her numb legs and aching back, she stretches and groans a little with the stretch. Her bones snapped with the movements and then relaxed with the relief of pressure. Suddenly she is knocked to the ground and all she can see through the stars in her vision is a blue mop.

Dammit! It all hurts. Her entire body aches from the fall and the thud of the much larger, heavier body that crashed into her and landed on top of her. Who was the idiot?! Her back hurts with a sharp twinge where the damned elbowed her, her head is sore from hitting it when she fell and she's a little breathless from the fall and the massive body on top of her.

“Ooh oh shit, everything hurts.” Chloe groans painfully. She looks down and can only see blue. The asshole landed on her breasts. Great! Besides getting run over by the asshole, she still has his stupid face buried in her breasts. Simply amazing! God damn her luck. Extremely annoyed Chloe glares at the idiot, nearly poking a hole in his head with her sharp gaze and yells, "Can you get your stupid face off my tits?!"

The person lifts his head and looks at her shocked. Chloe isn't in a different state, as the last person she thought she'd find looking at her like a wide-eyed idiot is Luka Couffaine. But she should have guessed by the stupid blue hair. But well, she'd just been run over and knocked down by the damn punk and wasn't exactly at her best.

"You!" the two exclaim at the same time annoyed.

While around several people exclaim and ask:

“Chloe?!”