Opposite Of Her

Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning after a long couple of hours decorating my bedroom.

It's the way I love it. Not that baby pink room that I highly dislike. It's me. I pulled my phone my of charge and looked at the time. 10:30 am.
"Late" I yawn to my self.
I forced myself to crawl out of my bed. I got my already prepared outfit of the chair and started to get changed.

(Mari wore this. She only had a black bra on underneath her jacket)
I applied a little bit of grey lipstick on and walked down the stairs slowly. I took my hair out of their usually childish pigtails and shook my head wildly . I walked past a mirror and smirked. I walked out the building and out into the streets. I slowly stalked into the school already bored out of my mind.
I heard gasps if shock from a couple of students who where doing pe.
I smirk again and walked up the stairs. I now had to get to my chemistry class and I had Ms. Mendeleiev. The strictest teacher here. But. Who cares. I burst through the door of the chemistry classroom.
Everyone's heads turned towards me.
"What's up losers?" I ask.
"Marinette. Two things. What is your reason for as why you are like? And you know that you are not allowed to wear leather jackets in school" Ms. Mendeliev said. I rolled my eyes at her lameness.
"Fine" I sighed. I unzipped my jacket and shrugged it of. My black lace bra shown to the world. As well as my abs and wicked tattoos.

"You said take my jacket off" I smirked. I turned on my heels and sashayed over to my seat. Hips seating side to side. I sat down and put my feet on across the desk.
"Oh. It's red" I said. Horror displayed over the strict teachers features as she began to tremble.
Kim, Mylène, Rose, Nino  and Chloe all began to back away and shake in their
"Oh. This is going to be fun" I mutter to myself . I caught Alya staring at me, concern written all over her shocked face.
"What?" I ask in an innocent tone. She clamped her mouth shut and turned to face the board. I sigh loudly and deeply I reached into my bag and pulled out a packet a cigarettes and a black lighter.
"What the hell Marinette? " Alya asked in disbelief as a put a cigarette in my mouth staining the white rolled up paper with grey from my lips.
"Red" I say. Words mumbled by the tobacco in between my lips.
"What?" Alya asks obviously wanting answers.
I rolled my eyes and tapped bubbled boys shoulder roughly. He turned slowly to face me.
"Yo. Bubble boy. Where's you blond friend?" I ask as a devious smile played in my features. He shrug and turned back. I sighed in disgust. 
"He can't even face me after yesterday now can he?" I ask.
"It's not like that red I swear" Nino said. I scoffed and lit the cigarette walking out of the room leaving a trial of smoke behind me.