Why must you go? [reader insert] x Chat Noir/Adrien (FINISHED)

The new Klamax

~~Adrien's p.o.v~~

"Hey [name]." I say.

"Hey, Adrien." [name] says. She walks past her seat.

"Why aren't you going to your seat?" I ask.

"Because she doesn't sit there anymore." I hear from the front. Chloe, ugh.

"Cut it out, will ya Chloe?" [name] says walking to Nathanael.

~~Nathanael's p.o.v~~

"Hey, Nathanael." [name] says sitting next to me.

"Hey, [name]....isn't your seat down there?" I ask.

"It was until Chloe told Madame Bustier to move me." She said. I chuckle.

"Yeah, she can be a douche." I say. I resume my drawing.

~~Timeskip to middle of class~~

I notice Adrien giving me dirty looks. I look over at [name], and she's reading something under the table. I pass her a note.

(NA = Nathanael NN = your name)

NA - whatcha reading

NN - Shakespeare

NA - cool which book

NN - it's more of a script sort of thing

NA - but which one

NN - Hamlet

NA - ah a classic

NN - lol Nath

NA - is that your nickname for me now?

NN - yup

NA - recite a line for me? Of Hamlet?

NN - fine hold on

(I wait a few minutes while she writes down the lines. She can write really quick.)

NN - Bernardo: Who's there?

Francisco: Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.

Bernardo: Long live the king!

Francisco: Bernardo?

Bernardo: He.

Francisco: You come most carefully upon your hour.

Bernardo: 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.

Francisco: For this relief much thanks; 'tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.

Bernardo: Have you had quiet guard?

Francisco:Not a mouse stirring.

Bernardo: Well, good night. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.

Francisco: I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?

(Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS)

Horatio: Friends to this ground.

Marcellus: And liegemen to the Dane.

NA - wow

NN - love this book :p

NA - I can tell

~~end of notes~~

"Nathanael, [name]. What are you doing?" Madame Bustier asks. My face goes red.

"I was letting Nathanael read some of my book, Madame Bustier." [name] says.

"Oh? Which book? I hope it's something on topic." She says, pointing to the whiteboard. It says 'Shakespeare' on the board. I relax a bit.