мon peтιт cнaтon. (Chat Noir)

Chapter One.

Chat/Adrien, and everyone from school is aged up in this fic, so that they're all 16/17.

mч cαrєtαkєr mαríα smílєd kíndlч αt mє as my anxiety flared up. I was finally allowed to go to a public school, it may be very simple and dumb to some people, but to me it was the chance of a life time.

My father was a world renowned fashion designer, and the moment anyone heard my last name they'd know who I was, and honestly that was one of my bigger fears. Fake friends surrounded me a lot and honestly they were rather obnoxious.

Luckily, I had a small group of friends who were kind and kept me sane, but I got uprooted and had to leave them. All the way to Paris, France... From Las Vegas Nevada. My two sisters were a car behind me, both of them being slower, as perusal. The two girls were adopted at a young age, and we all looked very different. My hair was naturally blonde, but it was dyed a light pink. My eyes were a golden color. 

The older of the two, Raechelle, had tan skin and long dark brown hair that was very fluffy with hazel eyes. The youngest of the three of us, Harmona, had a darker skin tone and had a mass of curls dyed a navy blue. While these two had super pretty skin colors... I burn when I step into the light. 

I slowly inhaled and exhaled, I eventually had to get out of the limo as school was meant to start soon... But I just didn't want to move. I wanted to wait for my sisters, they were my strength most of the time.

"You have to go sometime, Theresa." I stiffly nodded, and slowly opened the door. I was a tad bit late from sitting here, but it meant that no one would see me walk up to the school, so I took a bit of comfort in that. I turned back and waved at Maria, then let out a huff of air, and finally got out.

Carefully, I adjusted my black sheer top- I had a bralette under it of course-, and then made sure my white shorts didn't get dirty, and finally I grabbed my white messenger bag and slid it over my head, being careful that I didn't mess anything up. 

I was a walking model for my father pretty much 24/7, but luckily I liked most of his clothes.

Lastly, adjusting my posture I kept my head up and walked straight into the school, only pausing to look down at my schedule so I could tell which classroom was mine. I mentally tried to memorize the area it was in, then headed up the stairs to the class.

Inhaling and exhaling, I gently knocked on the door, before opening it, and slowly stepping inside. Immediate stares are something all new students get, so no big surprise there. I gave a shy smile as the teacher stood up to greet me.

"Bonjour! The first Miss. Hawthorne, I presume?" I winced as whispers broke out in the class, but I nodded. "Well welcome to the class. Your sisters running late?" I nodded, stepping further into the classroom. "They're slow little things." My American accent showed as I spoke, and I heard talks about my accent too..

Finally, Mrs. Bustier showed me my seat, "You can sit next to Adrien in the front, your sister, Raechelle was it?" I nodded, "Can sit in the front next to Chloe as well, and your final sister, hmm, Harmona? Can sit in the back with Nathaniel." I smiled kindly at her, and sat down next to the blonde boy in the front.

I was too nervous to properly look at him, instead I just kept looking down fidgeting with my long fake nails my father insisted I wear. "I'll be right back class, I need a word with the principal, and then we'll begin class again! Hopefully your sisters will have arrived by then." With that, she stepped out of the class and riots basically broke out.

"O, M, G!" The blonde girl that Raechelle was meant to sit next to exclaimed, rushing to stand in front of me. "I loooveee your dads designs! I'm Chloe Bourgeois, the mayors daughter you know." She batted her eyelashes at me, and I flinched, feeling the falseness radiating off of her. I managed a smile and nodded.

"Merci, I'm sure he'd appreciate the kind words." My tone was incredibly soft and I kept my eyes off of her own, making sure to not make eye contact. My eyes tended to freak people out, as they really did look like gold. It was a trait from my mother, it was beautiful, but it gave us terrible eye problems, which is why I had a pair of circular glasses covering my eyes currently.

"We can totally be BFFS! You can get me into your daddys fashion shows and I can get you anywhere in Paris!" She exclaimed, her loud high pitched voice driving me nuts. "Buzz off, Chloe! Give the girl some room to breath." I paused and looked behind me, a girl with brown hair that faded into a red color and a girl with navy blue hair sat. The brown haired girl looked like the one that spoke up, an annoyed expression on her face.

"Shut it, Alya! Do you want your parents to get fired!" Chloe snapped at her, making my eyebrows furrow, speaking up finally.

"Uhm, excuse me, Miss.. Bourgeois, was it?" She perked up seeing me speaking to her. In that exact moment, my two sisters busted through the classroom door exclaiming my name, "THERESA!" And then there was a mass of words. 

"THERESA, I HAVE LITERALLY BEEN SPAMMING YOUR PHONE FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT BEFORE REALIZING YOUR PHONE WAS IN OUR CAR AAAAA TAKE YOUR PHONE BACK"

"RESSIE I THINK RAE IS RETARDED HELP." I put my hands on my head before standing up. "Excuse me, Miss. Bourgeois. One moment." I walked over to the two shorter girls who were still screeching, but stopped the moment they saw me standing there. I wasn't too tall, but I was about 5'5, which was a good 6 inches taller than both of them. They looked up at me as I raised my eyebrows.

"Uhh... Sorry for yelling?" I crossed my arms before speaking. "Stop being stupid and go sit down. Raechelle, front row, Mona back row next to the red headed guy. And just,,, listen." Both girls broke into a fit of giggles, giving me a hug before walking over to their seats, I rolled my eyes but smiled brightly at them.

"Sorry again, Chloe." My speech was a bit loser as I walked over to her, smiling gently. "I'm afraid I heard you threatening Alya with your fathers position, am I right?" I raised my eyebrows and she stuttered for a minute before speaking, "I mean.. Yeah? So what!" I leaned down to her before speaking at a very level tone.

"You do fully realize that, that is an abuse of power. Your father cannot legally do that without reasonable cause. Please, take your seat, and do not do that again. If you ever wish to have a chance of being friends with me, you must clean your act up. I cannot associate with people like... you." With that, I moved past her, and sat down in a graceful, fluid manner. 

Chloe was left staring in shock before she let out a bitter shriek and went back to her seat, shoving past Raechelle to sit down. Raechelle turned and looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"Who shit in her cereal this morning?" She spoke in Italian as to not get caught, making me snicker, along with Harmona in the back. Harmona called out to us also in Italian.

"Maybe her daddy, have you guys noticed how she refers to him as that? She must not spend a lot of time on the internet!" I full out started laughing with Raechelle, who kept going along with that, catching the attention of everyone else in the class, who most of which, had no idea what we were saying.

"Do you ever think she calls him that in front of someone who has a Daddy kink, and they're just like mmm YAAAS CHLOE THREATEN ME HARDER!" I try and cover up my laughter as Chloe realizes we're talking about her and starts throwing a fit. I slowly realize, next to me, the blonde boy, I think Adrien, is sitting there quietly laughing too.

I turn to him and quietly speak in Italian, "Can you understand what we're saying?" He nods then speaks in French. "Only bits and pieces. I got the last sentence from Harmona fairly clearly though." I giggle happily and stick my hand out to him.

"Theresa Hawthorne, and you are?" He takes my hand and smiles back at me, "Adrien Agreste. Pleasure meeting you and your... very eccentric sisters." I snort and look back at the two of them. Raechelle is currently looking at me while her hand is up, flipping Chloe off. Harmona is laughing loudly and wildly, making Nathaniel smile slightly at her.

"Girls, he thinks you're eccentric! That's a new one!"

"EAT MY ASS THERESA"

"I'M HARMONIC HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT" Were the two responses I got, in English so everyone understood them too. Oh they have such a good image for our father... Dear god.