Little Lies | Adrien A. x Fem!Reader x Male! Marinette D.

Lady Wifi

Miss Bustier continued through her lecture.

My eyes watched the clock, tired of school already, and the day just started.

Finally escaping the clock watching, I glanced down seeing Alya cutting out pictures of Ladybug.

Just the faces.

Fan behavior if I've ever seen it.

She swivels around class holding it up to people's faces.

“I'm very pleased with how you all did on your last assignment. Some of you have really stepped up, and I do appreciate it. Now it's time to move on to our next assignment.”

Alya turned to me, quietly I pointed back to Miss Bustier, she was staring at her student.

“Is Marin still in the boy's room?”

“Uh, I don't know, miss.”

The bell rings.

In an instant I stood, shoving my book into my backpack.

Miss Bustier walks by handing out the homework assignment, “Tonight I want you all to read chapter three of "The Breathtaking France, the First Thousand Years." Then, answer this simple questionnaire.” she hands Alya two, “See to it that Marin receives his homework.”

Goal! Food and nap before the next class.

Muttering a thank you I snatched up my paper, rushing out the room.

The lunchroom was void of people, so I could easily eat in the corner of the room, and simply pass out there before my next alarm goes off.

Last night I didn't get enough sleep thanks to Reina.

She walked in the house with a bag of items and handed them over to me.

That woman gave me Ladybug and Chat Noir decorations for my room.

She is now in my good graces.

Finishing my quick snack, I let my forehead lie limply against my backpack, to lull me into a nap.

Sadly, it didn't even feel like five minutes had passed when that stupid sound of an alarm went off.

Groaning, I picked up my head only frowning more, seeing more kids talking and enjoying themselves with their friends.

High school is so bullshit.

You meet friends then eventually move on from them when you go to college.

They don't last forever.

Slinging my backpack over my arms I made my way to literature class.

Groaning, I sat in my seat, blatantly ignoring most of everything.

Marin enters the classroom, late, or normal for him.

He leans down tapping on Nino's shoulder, “Where is she?”

Oh now that I think about it, Alya's absent.

“She's been suspended…”

Oh-

“What?!”

Miss Bustier glared at him, “Marin, if you're going to come late, would you please do it discretely?”

“Sorry…” he looks back down to Nino, “What happened to her?”

“The short story? Accused of breaking into Chloé's locker. I mean, Ladybug's locker…”