Chat...Blanc? (EDITING)

Chapter 2 ~ Changing and Shifting

Marinette's POV

I trailed behind Alya lazily, not focusing on what she was talking about. All of it was just too much, after what had happened last night. Not to mention Chat's promise...

"GIRL! Are you even listening to me? I said that Adrien's staring at you!" Alya whispered excitedly. I snapped out of my daze. "What?" was all I could manage. Alya looked at me, exasperated. She grabbed my shoulders and shook them, hard. "Your crush is staring at you!" she screeched. Alya didn't get it, did she? "He likes someone else, Alya," I groaned, pinching my nose. 

Alya stared at me with a dumbfounded look. Her cheeks got red. "I DON'T CARE!" she yelled, before pushing me into Adrien. Dammit, Alya, you fangirl! I thought while crashing into Adrien.

I stumbled to the floor, taking Adrien down with me. Everything seemed to slow down as I crashed to the ground, and I heard a shriek. It was mine. "AIGH!" I squeaked. My hand accidently grabbed Adrien's arm, and I tugged him down. Adrien crashed down with me with a grunt.

I sat on my knees and dusted myself off. "Oh my god, Adrien, I'm so sorry! I-I didn't- it was Alya!" I sputtered. Adrien glanced up at me and gave me a small smile. My heart melted on the spot. He laughed, the sound masculine and warm.

 "It's okay, Marinette. Really." Adrien stood up and offered me his hand, which I accepted shakily. His soft green eyes bored into mine, studying me. I coughed and pulled away,  breaking the tension. 

"Soo..."I said, clutching my arm. "Did my advice work?" Adrien's soft smile faltered. He sighed and looked down at the floor.

 "No... Turns out she didn't think we would work." I felt a pang of guilt. I had done the same thing with Chat. Wait, why am I felling like this? I've never... liked Chat, or anything. Right?

"I'm sorry... I hope she realizes what she just passed up," I said. I immediately slapped my hand on my mouth. Did I just say that? Oh my god, I just said that. " Uh, I mean, because... Because... you-" I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Alya, coming to rescue me.

"Dude, Adrien," Alya started, her face totally deadpanned. "Marinette likes you." I clamped my hand over Alya's mouth. Not a rescue mission, not a rescue mission! ABORT! ABORT! "Your hair! I like... your hair," I finished. Adrien squinted at me curiously, but didn't say anything. .

"I need to ask you something," Adrien said calmly. I squeaked in consent, and Adrien grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway for the second time that week. He led me into the courtyard and turned to me. 

"Okay," I started, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "About what Alya said, I mean, she was kidding and I-" I was abruptly cut off by Adrien grabbing me and pulling to me close. Oh my god, I thought. He's hugging me.

"Do you like me?" Adrien asked softly in my ear. I squeaked and wiggled, but Adrien held me firm.My arms were pinned to my sides, and I could feel my temperature rising.

 "I-I do, but-" Adrien pulled away from me, but still held me by the shoulders. "Then would you like to be my girlfriend, Marinette?" he asked, a sweet smile on his lips. 

I stood there, shocked. And then anger boiled in my veins. "No, Adrien. You don't like me, I'm just your plan two, aren't I?!" I broke from his grasp and ran towards the exit. I needed to get back to Alya-- better yet, I needed to leave. 

"Marinette, wait!" Adrien called after me. I didn't respond, and instead I ran off, anger fueling my speed.

When I crashed through the hallway, Alya immediately saw me and ran in for a hug. "What happened?" she whispered. Tears rolled down my cheeks.