The Spring Ball

Ch. 8: Marinette

We arrive a while after my mind still buzzing from Alya's supposed pep talk. After I saw Adrien in his fancy suit I had a full on panic attack. He looked so handsome, while i looked like a five year old. Plus he had seemed lost when he arrived which just made my anxiety worst. So, me and Alya had ended having a last minute emergency meeting, she talking about booty popping or something as equally not important and me nodding along as if I cared.

"Marinette we arrived." Adrien whispers helping me out of the limo, Alya and Nino already waiting at the entrance to school.

"Thank you." I chirp managing a shy smile and he grins back brushing his blonde hair out of his eyes.
"Umm..." he says blushing as we all make our way inside school and to the gym, "did I mention you look fantastic?" he finishes laughing nervously. This time I turn as red as tikki, my eyes wide and my legs threatening to collapse from under me.

"Thank you... look you handsome very too." I manage face palming as soon as I notice that I had screwed up such a simple sentence. However, instead of correcting me he chuckles taking my hand and leading me inside the gym. As soon as I step in I gasp. They had covered the railing of the stairs with navy blue cloths and the ceiling was strung with sparkling fairy lights. The tables were piled with sweets, some of them made by my parents, and in the centre of it all the thrones for the king & queen of the dance.

"Rose did an incredible job!" Adrien murmurs as Nino whistles already making his way to the food table with Alya. I continue to stare mesmerised by everything, until I feel Adrien squeeze my hand so I turn towards him.

"So now that we are here would you offer me a dance?" He says softly fake bowing as i fake curtsy back feeling my dreams slowly becoming true. The butterflies in my stomach going insane. We  then make our way into the dance floor joining the rest of the gang.

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Meanwhile, Marinette hadn't noticed Chloe, who was scowling next to the queen's throne while glaring at Rose.

"You idiot! Didn't I tell you that the color of the throne had to be light blue to match my dress, not white." She hisses as Roses smile wavers slightly, but she chirps keeping her light attitude.

"I know Chloe, but white is such a splendid color..." she pauses and then adds quickly, "and it still matches the ribbon on your dress." To this Chloe scoffs pulling at the snowy cloth covering the chair in an attempt to pull it off. However, instead of doing this she ripped it in half leaving the rusty lunch chair exposed and Rose aghast.

"What have you done?" Rose stammers her eyes as wide as saucers and rapidly filling with tears. She had spent all night sewing the covers for the thrones and now one of them was destroyed. Despite that, Chloe just flipped her hair and huffed already sashaying away.

"You must find a way to fix that you stupid child! Or will you just go cry to your horrible emo slave?" She then disappears into the crowd as Rose runs to the hallways outside weeping, leaving a confused Juleka in her wake.