Friend or Enemy? - A Miraculous Ladybug Fanfic

Chapter 1: Marinette

just a heads up, this isn't a super well written story, I was a little rushed. I hope you will stick around any way <3. 

now I would like to give credit where credit is due. the characters in this story (besides Ell) do not belong to me, they are from Miraculous; Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir, created by Thomas Astruc. 

also, when I was going to make a volleyball-miraculous cross-over, I went to see if it had already been done, and found If I Win . . . -Miraculous Ladybug by @andgharad. if you are looking for another (better written) fanfic, I would suggest this one, it's really beautiful!

last, constructive criticism is welcome, please let me know in the comments how I can make this story better!

happy reading! 😘

Wednesday. The single worst day of the week. All of the most boring classes were on Wednesday as well as the fact that it was in the middle of the week. Exhaustion from the previous days was starting to build up, and there were still two days of school to go.

Marinette's alarm went off. She had slept very little the night before, out patrolling with Chat Noir, and was, consequently, completely drained. She sighed and got slowly out of bed. "Another day of school, yay."

As she got dressed Marinette tried to remember if she had done her homework last night. No, she forgot to write the History paragraph, but she had done her Algebra homework. She would try to do the History assignment during Literature, Ms. Bustier probably wouldn't mind. The assignment would be easy, something about Ancient Egypt, and Marinette knew all about Ancient Egypt thanks to Pharaoh.

When she got to school Marinette met up with Alya, exchanged kisses, and started walking inside.

Marinette felt an elbow in her ribs and Alya whispered, "Look who it is!" Alya pushed Marinette towards Adrien. She proceeded to trip and fall into him.

"Hi Marinette! Are you OK?"

"You're hot . . . um I mean . . . It's hot . . . I mean . . . I want a hamster . . . um . . . I . . . Hi."

Adrien looked puzzled and slightly amused as he rejoined Nino, who had gone to stand next to Alya, and walked into school.

"Well, that went well", said Alya laughing.

"You. Are. The. Worst!" Said Marinette. Her face was bright red, and she looked really annoyed.

They walked into the building in silence and started toward their class room.

"I'm sorry", said Alya, "I shouldn't have laughed at you."

Sigh "It's alright, I'm not mad, just (yawn) so tired."

"Girl, you have got to get more sleep!"

"I know, I know."

Marinette saw a girl she had never seen before who looked lost. She was very skinny, probably 5"10', had  light blonde hair, gray eyes, and a perfect button nose. She was wearing a white mini dress, and a red, bishop-sleeved cardigan.

"Go on Alya, I'll catch up with you." Alya saw the girl and immediately understood. She walked away wondering at the selflessness of her friend who would risk being late to help another person.

"Do you need help?", Marinette asked the blonde.

"That would be great", she said with a relieved face, "I'm looking for Ms. Bustier's class."

"That's my class!", said Marinette with a smile. "Are you new?"

"Yes, I just moved here from Spain."

"Wow, your French is amazing!"

"I had a very scrupulous French teacher", she said with a laugh

"Do you know many people here?"

"Only one. Well I guess two now, I know you!"

Smile "Who is the other one?"

"You probably don't know him", she said and shifted nervously. Marinette dropped it.

They arrived at the door to the classroom.

"I'm Marinette by the way", she said, offering her hand.

"Elle", said the other as she shook it.

They entered the classroom and Marinette took her seat while Elle handed Ms. Bustier some papers. When everyone was seated Ms. Bustier called attendance and asked the new student to stand in front of the class and introduce herself.

She looked really embarrassed, but stood before the class and did as she was told.

"Hi, my name is Gabrielle, my friends call me Elle. I am 14, I just moved here from Spain."

"Do you have any hobbies?" asked Ms. Bustier. Marinette felt really bad for her, she looked miserable.

"I play volleyball."

"Does anyone have any questions?"

Rose raised her hand.

"Yes Rose?", said Ms. Bustier.

"When is your birthday?", she asked.

"September 4th", came the answer.

Marinette mentally noted that Elle was young for her grade, most freshmen turn 15 during the school year

"Thank you Gabrielle, you may go sit in the back for today."

The bell finally rang to release the prisoners and they practically ran to get out of the classroom.

Marinette looked for Elle to see if she needed anything, but seeing her with Adrien, decided she was in good hands and walked out with Alya.

"You ready for volleyball tryouts tomorrow?", asked Alya.

"Oh yeah, I can't wait!"

She kissed Alya goodbye and started home. Marinette saw Elle get into Adrien's limousine. "Huh", she said to herself. If he was the other person Elle knew, why would she say Marinette probably didn't know him? Was it because she didn't want people to be her friends just because she knew the famous model? Or maybe Marinette was overthinking it, and Adrien was just being his kind self and giving the new student a ride home. Marinette decided it was the latter and didn't give it any more thought.