An Unexpected Daminette

~ The Bee & The Bat ~

Marinette Prov.

Throughout the entire lesson, I felt his eyes on me, but every time I peeked at him, he would look away. If I caught him, he would just offer a smirk before looking away. I couldn't stop smiling throughout the lesson, even as Chloe looked between me and Damian with a glare. When the bell rang at the end of the lesson, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Where is your next class?" Damian asked, his school bag already over one of his shoulders.

"I don't know, to be honest. Our tour guide only said to stay with this class," I answered him honestly, looking at Chloe for confirmation.

"Maybe we should ask the teacher, Bug?" Chloe said, linking our arms while sending a glare to Damian.

"Tt. Don't glare at me. Damian," Damian said as an introduction to Chloe. She eyed him up and down.

"Chloe. Best friend of this one. You look familiar. But you can't be too important if I don't remember you," Chloe said with a flip of her hair.

'Why? Just why, Chlo?' I mentally scolded her, while sending an apologetic smile to Damian.

Damian actually looked amused before he rolled his eyes. "Ask the teacher. I'll wait outside," he said to me while sending a slight glare at Chloe. As he exited the class, I turned to Chloe.

"Why are you being rude to him, Queenie? He seems nice and well..." I said, fumbling with my fingers.

"And he is the Greek god you saved. I figured. I'm just looking out for you, Bug. If he stays semi-nice, I'll give him a chance. Promise," Chloe said, looking at the door. Knowing she only meant well, I gave her a quick hug before pulling her toward the teacher.

"Excuse me, Sir. We don't know where to go next. We were only informed to stay with the senior class," I asked him.

"Just follow one of the students from this class. All the teachers here were informed of your arrival," he said dismissively while motioning toward the door. With a sigh, I pulled Chloe out the door before she attacked the teacher.

"So?" Damian asked as I walked out.

"So, umm, mind company in your classes for the day?" I asked shyly, looking into his eyes. 'Why am I so shy!?!? This is worse than stuttering. He probably thinks I'm weird now. Like, who the hell will believe I'm the girl that saved his ass when I'm a blushing, shy mess when I talk to him. Uggg!' I mentally ranted to myself.

"What she means is that they didn't plan an actual schedule for us for the day and just told us to follow one of the students in the class," Chloe deadpanned, picking at her nails.

"Tt. Follow me. You too," Damian said, motioning towards Chloe while gently grabbing my hand. Instantly, sparks traveled up my arm and a feeling of safety filled me. Chloe glared at our linked hands but followed him as well.

"You know, it's rude to just grab someone's hand," Chloe stated after a few seconds, but he didn't let go. He just sent me a smirk and Chloe a bored look.

"Noted," was all he said. He led us to another classroom before letting go of my hand and motioning toward the teacher before taking his seat. We explained to the teacher who we were, and then found our seats. 

This became a pattern of sorts throughout the morning—Damian leading us to his next class, bickering with Chloe, and making light conversation with me during the lessons. It was surprisingly enjoyable, and even Chloe seemed to warm up to him after a while. The only weird thing was that everyone was staring at us, but I just wrote it off to our outfits or us being the only ones not in uniform.

Lunch finally came, and Damian, Chloe, and I were making our way towards a table that everyone seemed to avoid at all costs.

"So, Damian. Gonna tell us why everyone keeps looking at us? I mean, I know we're gorgeous, but this is getting ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous," Chloe asked as she slammed her food tray on the table.

"Tt. It's because of who I am," was all Damian answered before taking a bite of his food.

"And who are you, Damian?" I asked lightly, but I knew my eyes were screaming curiosity.

Damian looked away from me, almost like he was afraid to answer the question. Deciding that maybe he was too uncomfortable to answer, I turned to Chloe. "So, Chloe, do you have any problems with the clothes? I designed them kinda last minute."

Chloe caught on quickly and dropped the subject. "Bug, all your designs are perfect. I would never complain. Plus, I don't think I could even if I tried. I mean..."

"Damian Wayne. That's who I am."

Chloe and I turned our attention to Damian.

"Oh. Well then, Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Chloe Bourgeois at your service," I said with a bright smile.

"Now I remember you. You looked better in your magazine pictures," Chloe said before turning back to me. "Like I was saying, Mom can't even find fault with your designs, so don't doubt yourself now, Bug. Speaking of designs, think you would be able to alter these uniforms a bit? I refuse to look like a nun when I'm hot as hell." Chloe flipped her hair again, making me laugh at her antics.

I turned to look at Damian, but he looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"You okay, Damian?" I asked when I noticed he wasn't eating his food and was only staring at us.

"That's it?" Damian asked, baffled.

"What do you mean, Wayne?" Chloe asked in a bored tone.

"I tell you I'm the son of a billionaire who will inherit my father's empire with my brothers, and you just respond with oh," Damian ranted, sounding almost mad—or was it frustration?

Chloe just raised her eyebrow, looking unamused.

"So? I'm the daughter of the mayor in Paris, my mother is one of the world's top fashion icons, my best friend is the son of Jagged Stone, and my ex-best friend is a famous model. Sweetie, you're not the only brush with fame we've had," Chloe said in a bored tone while pulling out her phone since she was done eating.

"What Chloe means is that we've grown up among famous people all our lives, so even if you're famous here, we will treat you like a normal person because that is what you are. Just a normal person with a few perks," I told Damian kindly. I could see relief flash in his eyes as his body slightly relaxed. I offered him a bright smile just to reassure him further.

"Mari-trash, where were you, you slut?"

'For fuck's sake. Just why, universe? Just why...'

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