The Bad Boy Fell for Me (Adrienette AU)

The Party at Madison's

Marinette

I parked my car right outside the huge mansion with lights and loud music. I already regretted coming here.

*flashback*

"You can't wear that! Marinette, it's a party for god's sake. Who wares a long sleeved shirt at a party?" She scolded me.

We were in my dorm, and thankfully Adrien was out with some friends. He said he'd return late, so I didn't worry.

"But Alya! That's my favourite shirt!" I whined.

She stared at me and burst out laughing.

"Oh Marinette! For someone who's studying fashion, you sure have weird tastes!" She laughed.

"You have any other suggestions?" I exclaimed.

Alya stood up and grinned. I was getting a bad feeling. She walked over to my suitcase (since I hadn't actually put my clothes in my closet yet). She started snooping around, making a huge mess. I sighed. I didn't mind Alya going through my clothes; it wasn't the first time. But she didn't have to make such a mess, which by the way, I would have to clean up.

"So, let's start with these!" She said, handing me down my black lace underwear.

My cheeks burned, as I was sure my face had turned red. Why did I even have those? Oh right! It was a gift from Alya!

"I can't wear these!" I said, feeling my face burn even more.

"Come on girl! It's not like you plan to undress, right?" She said, knowing that my cheeks would explode.

"Alya!!" I shrieked, making her burst out laughing again.

"Your face is priceless! But anyway, since you don't plan on undressing, where's the problem?" She said, winking at me.

"I guess there's none!" I sighed, accepting defeat.

"Good girl. Now, on top of those, how about your favourite blue jeans and this amazing shirt?" She said.

The shirt she was holding was plain white, but the style was quite elegant and the fabric was nice. Of course I could never wear it, because it was short as hell.

"Alya, this is way too short!" I said.

"Just wear it with a black tank top underneath!" She groaned.

That would actually look nice. I went to the bathroom and tried everything on, and I ended up liking it. It was almost 11, meaning we had to go soon. Alya was waiting for me outside. She wore a short tight black dress that made her look stunning. I on the other hand, went for the more casual look. I put on my black converse and let my hair fall down to my shoulders, grabbed my bag, my phone and my keys and headed outside.

"I think I'm gonna regret this." I said.

"Too late now! Get in!"

*End of flashback*

So here I was. Outside of Madison's. Alya had already arrived and was waiting for me in front of the door, impatiently.

"Finally! Let's head in girl!" She said, grabbing my shoulder and pulling me inside the crowd.

The music was so loud, I couldn't hear anything else. I could see people talking, but couldn't hear them. I felt like I was in one of those movie scenes, the inaudible ones. Suddenly, Alya poked my shoulder.

"Hey! That's Madison over there!" She yelled, but I hardly heard her.

I looked over to the direction she was pointing at and saw a beautiful girl with silky brown hair, perfectly tanned skin, and the most expensive clothes ever. I'm not going to lie, her sense of style was amazing. And her make up was perfect too. Not to my surprise, she was surrounded by handsome guys. She didn't look all that happy though.

"Wanna go meet her?" Alya asked.

She didn't really waited for an answer. She just dragged me all the way to her.

"Hi! I'm Alya and this is Marinette. Nice party!" She smiled casually.

"Madison." She said. Like we didn't already know.

She glanced over at me, and sort of cringed.

"What are you wearing sweetie? Is this how you dress for a party?" She asked, her voice full of arrogance.

"Is there something wrong with it? I think it's perfect!" I said.

"For a school day maybe, but not for here!" She scoffed.

That was enough. I didn't like Madison. At. All! If possible, she could be even worse than mr. Ego-Agreste. I exhaled and made my way away from her, losing Alya in the process. There were so many people, I had to squeeze through them to walk around. The smell of alcohol was everywhere, and as someone that had never had a drop of it, it made me sick. I regretted coming so much. Suddenly I bumped into someone, and ended up falling down.

"Look who it is! The little bluenette!" He said, with that annoying voice of his.

"Adrien." I sighed, getting up on my own.

"Never thought I'd see you in a party. Tell you what, you actually look pretty nice!" He said leaning closer, whispering the last part.

"I didn't ask for your opinion!" I said, walking away from him.

"Oh, aren't you having fun?" He yelled.

"No..." I mumbled, as I got closer to my car.

"Is there any way I can help with that?"

"Uh, leaving me alone?" I answered, getting inside my car.

"Do you really dislike me this much? Or are you just playing hard to get?" He asked, leaning in front of my open window.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. How could someone be so full of themselves? I could see what he wanted. He looked at me with lust and interest. But I also knew he was drunk. I could smell it from miles away.

"It was nice seeing you Agreste, but I'm leaving. See you back at the dorm." I said, as I begun to pull away from the parking lot.

...

A slight squeek from the door woke me up. It must be Adrien. I heard the door close, but it was dark so I couldn't see if it was actually him.

"Adrien?" I mumbled, trying to find my phone on the bedside table.

Before I could find it, I felt a warm body fall on top of me, and rolling over to the side. I felt someone breathe against the back of my neck, and two arms hugging my waist. I was kind of shocked, frozen in place. I slowly reached for my phone, and after I finally found it, I turned it on and pointed it to the person behind me. It was Adrien. Part of me was actually relieved it was just him. He was drunk, so he must have mistaken his bed with mine. I tried moving, but his hands kept me in place. There was no helping it! I guess I just had to sleep like this through the night.