Just Fine

Lies

Avoiding people who care about you is hard. Avoiding Alya is harder.

Marinette had managed, very well actually. It was last period, and luckily, none of the people in her "friend group" were in the same class.

Usually, that would suck, but today, it was a blessing.

Was a blessing.

The dismissal bell rang, and Marinette was rushing to shove her work into her bag. If there was a chance to leave before Alya caught up to her, it was now.

She basically bolted out of the classroom, making her way down the stairs to the first floor.

She jumped to the ground from the bottom step, landing swiftly on her feet....for once.

Tikki let out a squeal as she jolted up and down. Marinette mumbled a quick, but sincere apology.

She walked at a fast pace, not really running, but it was clear she was in a rush.

She made it outside, and began letting her guard down, sighing as she slowed her path down the steps.

Bad choice.

Just then, her well-known head shaking best friend came stomping over.

The ombre hair on her head bounced against her shoulders, a stern glare piercing into Marinette's very soul.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng!!! It's one thing to run off like that, it's another to ignore us for the rest of the day!!!" Alya yelled, not too loudly, but able to be heard clearly.

Marinette hadn't even noticed the rest of the gang slide up, since Alya was yelling at her as if she were a worried mother to her child.

Nino and Adrien stood behind Alya, not really knowing what to focus on.

Worrying about Marinette for running off, or worrying about Marinette against the rath of Alya.

Either way, it wasn't good.

Alya rambled on to Marinette, who was awkardly shuffling and not making eye contact with any of her friends.

Marinette wanted to tell Alya what was wrong. But not with the guys around. Especially not with Adrien around.

But at the same time, she really wanted Adrien to know what was wrong. And Nino as well.

Did she want him....to feel....guilty?

Why would she think that?

What?

She wanted to tell them....

But she couldn't do it. So she lied straight through her teeth.

"I'm sorry Alya....I...I uh wasn't feeling too well...and I didn't want to get you guys sick." She quickly managed to spit out.

"Why were you crying?" Alya asked, looking concerned for her best friend.

Marinette stood still.

How was she supposed to answer that? Was she suppose to answer that? Her mouth grew dry, but she coughed out an excuse just in time.

"Migraine....?"

Her words came out as more of a question.

She silently began accepting her fate. Alya clearly knew she was lying.

"Marinette...." Alya's brown eyes pierced straight into the very depths of her soul.

Marinette's eyes pleaded to Alya, glancing between her and the boys. Hoping she would understand what she was trying to say without saying it.