Summary:
The class has taken to ignoring Marinette, so she finds solace with her boyfriend and his friends from school.
Work Text:
“Hey Juleka!”
She didn’t answer, but that was normal for Juleka. She was probably just nervous about the modeling gig she booked her.
“Max, how’s your new video game going? Need any peer testing yet?”
Not even a blink in reply.
Now that was odd; Max was always ready to talk about his latest updates and give her a time stamp on when he’ll need a review. Last she checked, it was three days, twelve hours, twenty-three minutes, and four seconds.
She tried talking to everyone in the class, but no one said a word; not even Rose, who was usually bubbling with morning joy.
Finally, Alya came to sit next to her.
“Hey, Alya! How are you?”
Not. A. Word.
When Ms. Bustier came into the room, Alya practically leapt out of her seat raising her hand.
“Ms. Bustier! I was wondering if Lila and I could switch seats? I wanted to talk with Nathaniel about something.”
“Of course!” Ms. Bustier flashed her a familiar grin. “I love to see all of my students getting along.”
Lila slid into Alya’s seat like it was where she’d always belonged. “Hi Marinette!” She chirped, a smirk in her eyes.
Marinette turned away, her eye catching on the eager faces of all of her friends, leaning forward to see what? Her all alone?
Whatever, they may be mad at her for knowing the truth, but their friendship was stronger than that liar. It would outlast this.
After another day of being avoided like the plague, Marinette was the first one out of the school, ignoring Lila’s cries of “Marinette!” In favor of booking it to the park.
“Hey, Fe.” She pecked him on the lips and sat down next to him on what she had labeled “their bench.”
“Hello, angel.”
“Sooo, anything changed since we texted at lunch?”
“Nothing much, except Claude and Bridgette have been absolutely obnoxious about getting you to meet them and I’m starting to run out of excuses to tell them no.”
“Then tell them yes, I’d love to make a few more friends.”
He gave her a look. “How long has it been?”
She sighed, slumping into his side. “A week.”
