𝘔𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴: Soul Bound - DISCONTINUED

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

-Drama VS. Peace?-

➳ 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡

Monday, 8:30 AM.

Staring blankly ahead at the road, Dealla Seinfeld has a frown carved on her face. She turned to her driver, giving the red-headed man a pleading gaze, "Are you sure you can't come?" she asked, "You can leave after my turn."

Michael gave the teen a side glance, smiling apologetically, "Sorry, kid. Your parents asked for my presence, driving them to the airport and all." he said, eyes locked onto the side mirror as he swiftly turned the steering wheel.

Dealla looked back at the front, staying silent as she glanced at the Parisians going on about their day. Her fists clenched and unclenched, and she took a deep breath as she subtly blinked away the tears welling up in her eyes.

"It's just for half the day, why can't they or you come?" she muttered quietly to herself, but Michael clearly heard it.

A frown replaced his smiling expression, and the remaining ride to the young Seinfeld's school was quiet and dull.

➳ 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡

It was now eight-thirty-five, and Dealla could care less about being late, with her parents not bothering to at least show up for career day, she didn't think that showing up in first period would do her any change. Heck, they could just stand and introduce themselves, but oh no, they had to have a 'very important meeting' to attend to.

She was being selfish, she realized as she went up the steps to her classroom, but can you really blame her for wanting to have pride in her parents and show them off like the others?

Dealla scoffed to herself before looking up. There she saw Adrien in front of their classroom, his brows furrowed as he stared at his phone. Shrugging, she walked up to him.

"Parentless?"

Adrien Agreste's head shot up in surprise, the corners of his mouth slightly twitching up. He doesn't know whether to be offended or just take it as a joke. Sigh. He'll just look at the bright side of things.

"Ouais. You?"

"Same."

The blond nodded, opening up the door for her.

Dealla raised a brow but stepped in first, only to stop before she could go in. She turned to Adrien, "You know, don't think too much about it." she started, voice barely above a mutter, but the boy clearly heard it, "He'll come around." she paused, "Eventually."

Adrien cracked a smile that turned into a chuckle. He shook his head, putting his phone in his pocket as he grinned slightly, "I could say the same for you."

Shrugging, Dealla nodded with a slight smile, going into the classroom to walk straight to her seat, with Marinette accidentally bumping to her after the girl tripped. The dark-haired girl let out a yelp as she fell, the tray of croissants dropping as she landed on the tiled floor.

"Mari!" yelled Alya as she rushed toward the groaning teen.

Dealla grimaced before helping the girl up, crouching back down to gather the fallen pastry. How unfortunate, she thought with a frown before standing, handing the tray to the recovered girl. Dealla headed to her seat, greeting Nathaniel as he greeted her when she passed by his seat.

Propping up her left arm to her desk, our heroine leaned her head on her fist, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. She sighed, closing her eyes as the light scent of butter from Dupain-Cheng's father's ingredients.