Let's Play Cat and Mouse (Chat Noir x Reader)

2. The Newbie

"(Y/N)!" your mother called, "you need to start to walk, now, otherwise you will be late for you're first day of school!" You raced around your room, to your closet. In Australia, you had to wear a school uniform, but now, you can wear what ever you want! You scan your closet for some cute, but casual and comfortable clothes.

"What to wear, what to wear," you mumbled to yourself in English. You opened up a draw that contained your tops. "Ah." You held up a lavender lace crop top with short sleeves. Then you walked over to the other side of the room to look for some skinny jeans that hung up. You pulled out white skinny jeans. You then grabbed a tanned coloured bra, white ankle socks and white converses.

You walked into your en-suite and got changed. You then brushed your hair and tied it up into a high ponytail, and your side fringe (bangs) swept across to the right side of your face. You walked back into your room and grabbed your white high top converses while you were at it.

You tied up your show laces and grabbed your (f/c) school bag. You ran downstairs and gave your parents a kiss on the cheek before you left for your first day of school.

"Good luck at Collège Françiose Dupont, sweetie!" your mother and father waved to you. You smiled and waved back.

"Bye, mum. Bye, dad," you said before walking out the door. You closed the door behind you and you took a deep breath in. You remember where the school was because it is apparently just in front of the Eiffel Tower. You giggled to yourself.

My first day in a French school! you thought, I can't wait. You crossed the street, and you walked straight to the school. You looked around as you walked. You smiled to yourself. Sooner or later, you reach the school gates. You stopped and your stomach dropped. Butterflies in your stomach stopped you from thinking straight.

You took out your timetable, unfolded it and you looked at it. Your parents dropped by at the school and the principal, Mr. Damocles, gave your parents your timetable.

"I have a teacher named Miss Bustier first," you mumbled. You folded it back up and pushed it back into your jean pocket. You heard the school begin ring and your gripped onto your school bag straps. "Here I go..." You walked into the school and you found yourself in a basketball court. You looked around as students scurry to their first class.

The butterflies in your stomach started to flap faster, your heart pounded faster and your hands started to sweat. You took a deep breath in and started to look for your first class. After ten minutes, you found the classroom you have been looking for.Before you knocked, you could faintly hear Miss Bustier speaking in French.

"I don't know when she will arrive, but when she does, I want you all to be on your best behaviour."

That must be about me, you thought. You took off your bag and and gripped it tightly in front of you. When you finally had the guts to knock, you knocked. Four quick, but loud knocks. You heard footsteps come towards the door and your throat went dry. The door opened and their was a teacher with orange hair tied back with blue-green eyes.

"Ah, you must be the new student," Miss Bustier said calmly.

"Uh, yes," you answered in French. No English for you today, well, until you got home of course.

"Well, come into our class, so you can introduce yourself." You nodded and walked in. "Class, this is the new student I mentioned earlier. Can you introduce yourself and tell us where you are from?"

"Um...yeah. My name is (Y/N) (L/N) and I am from Australia." You heard mumbles from the class room and so many eyes stared at you. You couldn't help but look down to the floor.