Merry Christmas Marinette

No Adrien I can't

Sorry it's short I really busy... again. Hope you like it, Maia XoX.

As soon as I arrived at school I searched for Marinette. I hope she was ok. She hadn't really given me an answer as to why she had a sore shoulder. Maybe she had fallen over, or she had bumped into something. Wait what if someone hurt her? What would I do then? Would I confront the culprit. I would never know because Marinette would never tell me if someone hurt her, because she'd feel bad for pinning the blame on them. Finally I see her walking towards the locker area.

"Marinette!" I call running after her. She turns looking surprised and a bit anxious.

"Hi Adrien." She says quietly when I reach her. She has her eyes narrowed, obviously suspicious that I'm going to ask about her shoulder.

"Do we have any homework due anytime soon, except for the dress and shirt of course."

At this she looks shocked and a little relieved, "No I don't think so."

"Good or else I would be done for." I say continuing the conversation as we walk. At this she just laughs, "You would be done for? No I bet you would finish it all under an hour and be able to watch tv for the rest of the evening."

"You really think I'm that organised? I had to stay up until eleven last night to make sure I'd finished my science homework."

"Just eleven? It was physics and I am terrible at physics! I had to stay up until two!"

"Two!?! How have you not dropped from exhaustion?" I ask.

"Don't be silly Adrien, I'm fine."

Now we are in the locker room and she's struggling to open hers. While she was distracted I decided to ask the question.

"Hey Marinette can I ask you something?"

"Sure." She replies not really focused.

"How did you get that big scratch on your shoulder blade?"

At this she freezes, her hands falling from her locker. She looks down leaning forward, leaning her head on it as if all the energy had drained out of her.

"Adrien I told you," she says turning her head, still leaning on the locker, to look at me, "I'm not going to tell you that."

"Why not?" I ask starting into her bluebell eyes trying to find the answer, "Mari I'm worried about you."

Her breath catches in her throat and she straightened up still a head shorter than me, "I just... can't I'm sorry Adrien." She starts to walk away, head down.

"Please princess!" I plead desperately. She falters for a second but keeps walking.

ooooOOOoooo

Princess? PRINCESS!?!? There is only one person that calls me that. But no he could I don't. No that's ridiculous.