𝘔𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴: Soul Bound - DISCONTINUED

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

-Orange-

➳ 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡

"I have a bad feeling about today." Said Michael as he sighed, looking at his reflection on the mirror as he tried to flatten the fly-aways on his shiny red hair. "The gel isn't working!"

Dealla scoffed beside him, reading a newspaper she randomly saw in one of the car's compartments. "You keep saying that whenever it involves your hair." She said before folding the newspaper, tucking it inside her bookbag. "Now hurry up. I'm gonna be late because of you."

Michael gave Dealla a side glance, raising one of his brows. "Wow. Coming from you." He mused before running a hand through his hair, messing it up. Time for a change, he thought as he sighed through his nose, his one hand holding the steering wheel and the other shifting the gear. Michael started the car, and off they went towards Lycée Françoise Dupont.

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As Dealla approached the doors of her classroom, she stopped right in front of it as Adrien held it open for her.

The blonde gave the girl a charming smile, his one hand gripping his bag. "M'lady." He said as he gestured for her to enter first. His smile turned into a smirk as Dealla's blank face contorted to disgust.

"What a gentleman." She found herself saying it stiffly as she tried to keep her middle finger to herself. She looked back at Adrien as she went past the door, narrowing her eyes as if to say, "Do it again, I dare you."

Adrien merely kept his smile, his expression saying, "Oh, I will do it again."

The blonde slid the door close, and then he was stopped by the sight of Nino furiously doing something on his phone. Adrien sat beside him, taking out his tablet and textbooks to check his homework before turning back to his best friend.

"You're awfully quiet." Said Adrien as he narrowed his eyes in concern at Nino. He's not even wearing his headphones and mumbling some lyrics. Plus, Nino never uses his phone this early morning, aside from operating his music, of course.

Nino hummed before looking to his side, jumping in surprise as his eyes met Adrien's green ones. He put a hand over his beating heart, his eye twitching. "Dude! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"Inside voice, Lahiffe." Scolded their class representative, Kim.

The aforementioned cleared his throat, nodding at Kim before he went back to Adrien, furrowing his brows. "When the heck did you get here?"

"Six minutes ago." Adrien replied as he looked at his wristwatch before he furrowed his brows at Nino as well. "What's up, man? You've never been this... jumpy."

Nino's lips slightly parted as if he were offended. "I'm not jumpy." He said, putting his phone inside his bag. "I'm not Chloé nor Dealla." Nino looked down at his desk, seeing his tablet and papers occupying it, along with his pen. Scribbles and notes were on the paper along with some little doodles, making it look messy. His eyes went back to Adrien's. "And don't you go sneaking up on me like that—"

A hand slammed onto their desk, making the two poor boys jump in fright as they looked up at Chloé, who was slightly red in the face.

"H-Hey, there, Chlo—"

"There's a new student, and she's hogging all the attention!" Cried Chloé as she dramatically held the back of her hand onto her forehead before she gripped Adrien and Nino's collar, shaking them lightly. "I don't want a new student! And I don't want a new student who's more famous than me!"

Silence ensued the classroom as the others went to stare at the group. Skin making contact with skin could be heard, and some of the students turned to Dealla, who slapped a hand over her face as she sat beside Nathaniel, who was trying to cover his laughter with a cough.

"Inside voice, Chloé." Deadpanned three people—Kim, Ivan, and Alix. As they said that, the class of Ms. Bustier returned to their individual topics with each other.

Adrien sighed, holding Chloé's wrist to make her loosen her grip. "Chlo, you're being dramatic."

Nino nodded furiously beside Adrien, trying to pry Chloé's hold on his shirt. "Yeah. I mean, there's two people here who are more famous than you." He said, ignoring the glare that was directed at him as he picked her fingers one-by-one.

"But that doesn't mean I want another one!" Said Chloé before she finally retracted her hands, putting them on her waist. "Her name's Lily Rosy or whatever. I don't even know an Eleanor!"

The door behind the female blonde slid open, and in came Alya Césaire and Marinette Dupain-Cheng. The former of the two caught Chloé's words, and she immediately corrected her as she and her best friend went past them, sitting in their respective seats. "It's Lila Rossi, Chloé. And, get this, she's been invited to this year's Fashion Week by the Style Queen herself."

Chloé stared at Alya, her jaw slightly unhinged. Her mother wouldn't invite a random commoner, right?! Why, in the name of the Fashion God, would Lizzie Ronald—or whatever her name is—be invited to one of the most important events of Paris?! By her MOTHER, no less!

Has the world stopped spinning?

Marinette nudged Alya with her elbow, glaring at the ombré-haired teen slightly. "Alya, we aren't even sure if that's true. Some of those stories are even absurd."

Adrien glanced at Chloé, frowning. He stood up, leaning towards his fellow blonde, "Chlo, why don't you have lunch with us later? I heard there's a new special in the menu."

Chloé snapped out of her daze, and she blinked. Once. Twice. She shook her head, giving a forced smile at Adrien. "I'll see what I can do." She said before she turned away with a humph and a flip of her hair, heading back towards her seat on the other side of the classroom, just in time for Ms. Bustier to arrive with a warm smile on her face.

Her students settled down a few seconds later, and they greeted their beloved teacher with a good morning. Bustier replied, her warm smile still present. "As most of you heard right about now, a new student would be joining us." She started before turning to the entrance of her classroom, seeing the door slide open on cue.

The famous Lila Rossi stood by the doorway, a smile on her face, as she went in, not bothering to close the door. She went beside Ms. Bustier, waving at her new classmates. "Hello. I'm sure all of you know who I am." She said, her smile widening.

Dealla narrowed her eyes at the girl whose hair was as big as her head. Rossi? Quite familiar... she thought before leaning back to her seat, crossing her arms. As a friend had advised, never trust people whose hair is bigger than their head.

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Twi chapters left for this season ;)

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