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"Marinette..." Adrien sighed, watching her step into the room.

Why did she have to say things like that? He already knew he was being a jerk, but he didn't want to admit it.

He felt even worse.

Then again, she probably did too.

He still didn't want to face the fact that this was mostly his fault.

Maybe it was all his fault.

Heck if he knew.

But he did know one thing.

This conversation wasn't over.

Without warning, Adrien took the seat right next to Marinette, figuring he had at least 15 minutes to kill before more people filed in.

Marinette not-so-subtly picked herself up and scooted her chair farther from him. He followed her movements in the same direction, moving closer to her.

"Stop saying stuff like that." He grabbed the leg of her chair before she had the chance to move.

She huffed and turned to face him.

"What do you want Agreste?" she rolled her eyes, probably as far back as her house.

"Oh come on. Don't hate me again." He let go of the chair leg, and turned sideways to face her completely.

She stared for a moment, almost as if she were trying to tell him something. But she couldn't. Her facial expression changed.

She would have to use words to get anything across.

"I never hated you." she seemed lost in thought, like she was thinking of a way to disappear, even if just for a moment.

She wished she could.

"But you do now." he stated.

"No. I don't. I don't hate you Adrien. I don't hate anyone." she corrected him.

"You seem to hate me, and Chloe is so rude to you. How could you not hate her?" He set his arm on the table, angling himself to prop his head in his hand.

"Chloe is rude to me, that's true. But I don't hate her, there's no need to. She is still a person, she isn't perfect, no one is. We never know how she feels. I don't mind her teasing anyways. I don't hate you either. In fact, I'm not even mad at you...." She sighed, but she still felt a strange weight in her chest.

She was mad at herself.

She didn't hate anyone.
But she couldn't say that so truthfully.

She hated someone.

And though Chloe's words were rude, and pierced through her heart like a knife, they were true.

Maybe Adrien was right too.

Maybe all of these "lies".....were only lies because she said they were. Maybe they were lies because she couldn't face the truth of it all.

Maybe they were all right.

Every.

Last.

Word.

Right?

"Why? Why wouldn't you be mad at me??? You have every right to be.....and you seemed pretty mad earlier." Adrien sighed, glancing away to make sure no one had walked in yet.

They were still alone.

"No Adrien. I'm sorry. I don't have a right to be mad at you. This was my fault. I overreacted. I'm sorry." She mumbled, averting her eyes from his, and instead staring at the table.