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Part 12: The Unexpected

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Adrien couldn't believe that he didn't see Marinette come in and sit down. True, Alya, was making quite a bit of noise but she wasn't that distracting. And shouldn't Marinette have made some noise as she came in? It was like she had just appeared, almost like a ghost. Adrien frowned as he saw the pain written across her features as she bent down to get her books. It was subtle, but it was there. He could see that the pain was starting to bother her already.

At least she's wearing her brace. He mused. He chuckled a bit inwardly. She absolutely despised that thing, as it was evident by the string of curses that she let loose whenever it was mentioned. The couple times he had suggested that she wear it while moving around her house, she had given him a glare that could have easily made him shrivel up and die. Damn, she was strong-willed. But her stubbornness was one of the things he loved about her. Actually, what didn't he love about her? His attention was brought back to the board as the teacher loudly announced that the next topic would be on the test. While copying down notes, his thoughts swirled around the girl sitting behind him.

He couldn't even talk to her until lunch. And then they talked very, very little. Marinette had been swarmed by worried classmates since the beginning of lunch, with Alya gripping her arm with a death grip. Adrien could see Marinette was trying not to grimace at Alya's tight grip on her bruised arm, but every now and again, her mask slipped a bit. Adrien wondered if anyone else could see it.  Marinette answered all of their questions, no matter how many times she got the same question, with a fake smile.

Adrien watched it all from a few feet away.

"Dude, what's your issue?" Nino clapped a hand on his shoulder, interrupting his thoughts.

"Huh? What do you mean?" He asked, as he turned his head to look at his best friend.

"Well, you have this sour look on your face. And you're standing over here with your arms crossed, acting all sulky." Nino raised his eyebrows, hoping to get a straight answer out of him.

Adrien sighed and looked back over to where Marinette was surrounded by classmates.

"I'm just a little concerned is all, Nino. I mean, Marinette still isn't fully recovered, what if this is too much?" Adrien tried to make it sound as if he was just a worried friend, but he couldn't help the sharpness of those last two words as he saw Nathanel take Marinette's hand and squeeze it. His eyes narrowed as he saw Nathanel's hand linger. He saw Marinette frowning a bit as she moved her hand away quickly. Adrien relaxed, but only slightly. Suddenly, feeling a gaze on him, he turned back to Nino, who he had forgotten. Said forgotten friend, was staring at him in wonder.

"Dude, it almost looks like you're jealous."

Adrien drew in a sharp breath, before forcing out a laugh.

"Nino, that's impossible. What do I have to be jealous of? I'm just a little worried about her is all."

"Are you sure, ma---"

EEEAAAHHHH!!!!!

Luckily,  Adrien was saved from trying to weasel his way out of his friend's suspicions by a scream piercing the air. Everyone panicked at once and they darted every which way; he weaved his way through the darting kids before finding a pillar to hide behind.

"Plagg, claws out!"

His transformation to Chat Noir was instantaneous, using his baton to get him to higher ground, he shot up to a roof. As he perched on the roof, he scoped the area, finally finding the source of all the turmoil. A huge man, in a wrestling suit was throwing cars this way and that.