Forgetting You

Chapter Fourteen

Marinette felt the mood change in the room after she spoken about collage, I mean, it's not like she can't just skip it for some boy, what is she even talking about? She already has a boyfriend, no need to worry about boy problems when her heart is set on one certain blue and black haired one right? They've been together for an entire year, there's no way she can't just throw that away...

'And if I'm not good enough for you then you're able to forget me right '

ᴡʜᴀᴛ...? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ? ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ? ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ. Marinette just looked at him, watching as he scuffed the back of his hair, knowing that wasn't exactly an easy thing to say.

"What do you mean? "If you're not good enough"...?"

She quoted what he just said, questioning what he meant, it sounded to him that it was straight forward Apparently, but the girl still couldn't make out what he was trying to say. before her phone dinged, it was a message from luka, asking where she was and that he handled the weird kid with the accent. it made her laugh, wondering what he had to do, considering Matteo wasn't an easy fish to catch.

"I have to get going soon. luka caught up with the kid from before and he's very. ahem, protective over me."

"What do you mean-"

Hearing those words just left a smile on his face as he began to full sit up, turning his head to look down at her.

The moment his eyes laid eyes on her from that angle, he felt his face turn red as his confidence went downhill slightly once again.

With a clearing of his throat, he chuckled and spoke softly.

"I'm probably not as good at 'things' as luka is. But I would do anything to see you happy Mari" he spoke in a low tone as he slowly bent his head down, so he was looking for her right in the eyes.

It wasn't until he heard her phone go off that he moved away a little bit. With thoughts of gluttony slowly filling his head.

"-I have to get going soon-"

Hearing her words he slowly pushed the blanket off of himself and stood up. Quickly fixing his golden hair, sense it was crazy at that time.

"What I was ah saying before is, I want you" he spoke bluntly.

As he spoke, he slowly began to walk away back to the kitchen, needing some water so he could lose this feeling of liquid courage before things went too far.

Marinette smiled at the photo, it was funny to see luka act tough, he sent a picture of him holding Matteo up by his hair, and the boy still put up a toothless smile and a peace sign, obvious he was saying cheese for the camera. He was a dork, definitely, she immediately began to have grown closer to the white hair boy, even if she never actually met him. But when you see someone who stands out among the rest, you're bound to be curious about them.

Then, as she felt the cushion of the couch move, she took her elbow off the side of the blanket so Adrien could sit up, but right as he did so, it was as if he was towering over her, like he just pinned her to the wall, trapping her beneath his chest as they met eyes. her cheeks turned a whole new shade of 'blushing' that golden hair of his, messy, and hung over his bright green eyes, that held a hunger of someone watching there pray was enough to make her heart skip a beat.

But. 'Things?' What things could he be talking about? 'Things'.

"What do you mean, "things"? —

Asking, again. What he meant. She was cut off