Passengers || An Adrienette Fanfic

Chapter 5 || Jealousy

"That one?" asked Adrien.

"No, too weird looking," I replied - hinting to Adrien that I didn't want to do this, yet he still didn't notice.

"How about that lad over there?"

"Too tall for me."

"Oh look! The guy over there wearing a red cap, he looks cu-" I cut off Adrien with a disinterested sigh. His excited aura dimmed down and was slowly replaced with confusion as he stopped looking at the man in the red cap and turned his head to face me.

"Look, Adrien. I appreciate the effort and all, but I really don't think the guy for me is here and if he is - then he's probably taken." Yeah, like the one beside you. Stop getting your hopes up, Marinette. It'll just hurt more when reality pulls you back down.

"Oh, okay," mumbled Adrien. He hung his head low and fiddled with the hem of his shirt. His eyes were glazed on an invisible speck of dust, and the ever present grin disappeared without a trace. My gut twisted from guilt at what I had caused - he was so excited and now... You could say he looked as lifeless as a corpse.

"Hey," I said. I laid my hand on his forearm and tilted his head up to look at me with my other hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I just..." I paused as I tried to find the right words to say, "... Just don't think my dream guy is here right now. Besides, I have you to keep me company and I think that's more than I could ever ask for." I offered him a warm smile, to which he gladly returned.

"It's fine, I guess I just overreacted or something..." he drawled as his grin came back.

"How about you tell he about your girlfriend?" I tried to lighten the mood by wiggling my eyebrows, and to my relief - he chuckled at my impressive eyebrow wiggling skills. I thought that since we're  going to be together for a few hours - why don't I get to know him a bit more? Even though it hurt to ask him about Lila - I still wanted to make him happy.

"Well... There's really not much to say. She's 19 years old, - I'm just a couple months older - and she was originally from Italy. Her parents moved to France for a business thing... She never liked talking to me about it, but what I do know is that she's the heir to her family's business in France," said Adrien as he dreamily looked out the window and hallucinated about seeing Lila waving at him.

"Adrien! Psssttt... Kitty, we're not done here," I brought him out of his trance by snapping my fingers in front of his dazed eyes. "Woah sorry, I just uh... Zoned out a bit," murmured Adrien as he blankly stared at me and rubbed his neck shyly.

"Tell me how Lila looks like."

"Where do I start? She's beautiful. She has long chocolate brown hair with adorable bangs that reach down and cover her eyebrows. Two short segments of her hair are always - and I mean always - tied on both sides of her face with orange bands while the rest are gathered up loosely and tied at the bottom. She has olive green eyes and the most amazing tanned skin. She's the most beautiful person I know..." Adrien drawled on the last words as he resumed to gaze out the window and come up with scenarios that wouldn't happen.

She's the most beautiful person I know.

"Excuse me, I'll just go to the comfort room." Adrien absent-mindedly bat his hand at me as if I was dismissed. I picked up my bag and rushed to the comfort room at the other end of the airport. The crowd thinned out until there were barely any people as I quickened my pace and broke out into a dash. My gut wrenched from jealousy and twisted from pain. How could you be so stupid, Marinette? He'll never want you. He has Lila and he loves her. Beautiful, sweet, and amazing Lila.

My shoes screeched on the tiles as I made a sharp turn and dashed into the fortunately empty comfort room. I dropped my bag on the floor and braced my hands on the edge of the sink. The mirror that lined the wall was foggy due the mist of the running hot tap water from the sink. I twisted the knob clockwise to stop the water from flowing and grabbed some tissue from the dispenser and wiped away most the fog, only to reveal my disheveled face and messy raven blue hair.

Stupid.

Gullible.

Invisible.

Unloved.

Unwanted.

I screamed the words on the top of my lungs, each time increasing in crescendo. My throat ached and my voice wavered as the word 'unwanted' slipped out of my mouth. My hands pounded against the wall, stronger and harder at each word.

The intensity died down as all the jealousy was replaced with sadness and I looked at the mirror, terrified of my own reflection. My eyes were bloodshot and my cheeks were tinged with pink. My blue hair was even messier now, and my clothes were crumpled and torn. My left hand tingled from pain as blood dripped from my ring finger due to a chipped nail. Tears kept on falling, and I couldn't stop them.

But out of nowhere, from the other side of the comfort room came a voice I knew all too well.

"You're none of that, Marinette." I whirled around to see Chloe Bourgeois leaning against the doorway.

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Hey guys! So that was Chapter 5 and I'm sorry if it was kinda boring and late but y'all know I hate writing transition chapters. The next chapter will be up sometime next week. Comment down on what you think Chloe's gonna do to Marinette in the next chapter!

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Yanna