"Group two: Adrien and Chloè." The group reactions were unanimous:
Alya: What!?!?
Nino: What!?!?!?
Adrien:WHAT!?!?
Marinette: WHATTTTTTTT!?!?!?!?
All silenced when Madame Bustier held out her palm. The panicking group had risen from their seats and slowly sank back down.
"There will be no complaints or uproars. I have specifically chosen a student to create these groups and I assure you all I have done my best to assess it and claim it fair." Marinette's eyes darted to where Cholè and Sabrina sat. Both whom were smiling smugly and innocently at the teacher.
Of course Cholè made them! Mari mentally groaned in annoyance and banged her forehead on her desk. Alya gave her a worried glance and patted her on the head.
"It's alright Mari, we'll get our revenge someday."
"Group Three: Marinette and Nathaniel." Mari's head shot up in an instant.
Nathaniel was not so bad! She had been meaning to talk to him ever since the Evillustrator incident and get to know the tomato head a bit better. Alas, every constant attempt always failed as Mari went one way and Nathaniel, the other.
It was almost as he was trying to avoid her.
Not this time, Mari thought as she spun around to shoot Nathaniel a grin. The red head had lifted his gaze out of his drawing in time to notice it. He blinked once then returned to his careful sketching.
As the teacher finally came to a close a hand shot up.
"Yes, Mademoiselle Ilvorny?"
"My... Name was... Not called?"she said carefully. Enunciating each word with such focus it was as if she really were struggling.
"Ah! Je suis dèsole! You can go with... Ah! Marinette and Nathaniel!" London recognized the names in a heart beat and frowned slightly. She nodded otherwise.
"Oui. Merci."
The class dispersed. Alya and Nino huddled together in an enthusiastic chat while Adrien continued explaining to Chloè that it was a group assignment and that they could not pay professionals to do it.
"Non, Chloè!" Adrien sighed. "This is our responsibility, not anyone else's!" The blonde fashionista sighed dreamily and clasped their hands together like lovers would do.
"You are right, Adrien! We must treat this project as if it is our own child! Oh... We must name him then!"
"Him! You can not just assume it's gender!"
"Well I would like a son because if I have a daughter then she might over shadow me with her stunning beauty and charms (which she inherited from both parents of course!)."
Adrien laughed nervously, slowly pulling his hands away. Clearly the boy underestimated the girls' strength and determination for Chloè kept a very firm grip.
"Come on Chloè... Please, let's get back to work and let go-"
Free.
YOU ARE READING
The Art of Love, Death and Luck. A miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction.
Fanfiction"About what you mentioned earlier," Chat said as Ladybug dug out her yo-yo. "You said Art was not a crime so what is it then?" "Art?" She said. "Art is freedom." "Freedom?" The word sounded foreign on Chat's tongue for he has never tasted it...
