Adrien the Bad Boy (Miraculous Fanfic)

Part 1

Adrien's POV 

It started back in 1st grade. I was always early to class, so I'd packed an extra snack. That snack usually involved an apple juice. Apple juice was my favorite, and still just might be my favorite today.  A girl then came in looking super cute. In a little girl way, not a hot way. She had a nice pair of pink overalls on, a pair of tiny uggs, and a flower printed shirt. Her blue hair was in 2 buns on the top of her head. I was there, and wanted to greet her. I came up to her wearing a pair of jeans, a plain white T-shirt, and some tiny Adidas sneaker. I still had my apple juice in my left hand. I extended my right hand out to hers.

"Hi there! I'm Adrian," I couldn't really pronounce my name that great back then. "What's your name?!" 

I was exited to meet this girl. She seemed nice and I wanted to have friends.

"People call me Marinette! But my friends call me Mari," she took my hand and shook it. 

Her hands were soft and small. So cute!

"Wanna sit together?" she asked.

I felt excitement surge through my entire body. 

I threw both of my hands in the air. "I would love that!" I then realized what I had done. I looked in my left hand and saw no apple juice. I looked up in the air, and it was inches away from Marinette's head.

The world went into slow motion, "Mari! Move!!"

I was too late. It got all, and I mean all, over her. She was soaked. Before I could do anything, the teacher came over.

"That's not nice at all Adrien! Go to the corner, now," It was the meanie teacher.

I didn't want to counter the demand. I dragged my feet over to the chair in the very corner of the classroom. As I walked, I heard a crying Mari.

"M-m-my c-c-c-clothes! I-I just got t-them," she stuttered.

The next year, she went to a different school. I never saw her again or got to apologize. Until now.

TIME SKIP TO HIGH SCHOOL!

I was sitting in my usual spot, with my feet up on the desk, in the back of the classroom. I had on jeans, a plain whit T-shirt, a leather jacket, and a pair of Adidas sneakers. I looked like a bad boy and had to act like one. I was a bad boy. No. I was the bad boy.

"Son, you need a new image. You're too nice, and there are too many people who can be nice. It takes a lot to be bad. So you will be bad,"  Father had told me. Ever since that talk in 4th grade, I have acted like a bad boy. 

I watched as all the people filed into the room. All people I knew. Except for one. She walked into the room and immediately went to the teacher. She had on tight jeans, a light pink shirt with no sleeves, she had her blue hair in a high bun, she was wearing a brown pair of boots, and cute big brown glasses. I recognized her. Was she a girl I fooled around with? No, she didn't look like the type. Was she a model? Though she could have been, I bet people would have recognized her the second she walked in. 

My thoughts were interrupted by Ms. Bustier. "Class, please, settle down," The class then ran to their seats. "We have a new student. This is Ms. Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"Mari?" I said loud enough for only me to hear. Though her ears perked up as I said that nickname.

"Hello!" she smiled and tilted her head and waved. I felt a little blush come on, but shooed it away. She had really grown up. Well, it has been, like, 10 years! 

"Now, Marinette, you can go sit next to..." the teacher then scanned the room for an empty seat. 

She then locked eyes on the only opened desk left in the room. The one next to mine. The teacher hesitated. She probably knew that I could be mean when I wanted to. Of course I wouldn't bully the girl who kept me up at night since 1st grade! Now that I think about it, she probably  doesn't even remember me.

"Please go sit next to Mr. Agreste in the back corner," she looked up at me with the rest of the class.

She gritted her teeth. I guess she did remember me. "Thank you," she said towards the teacher. 

She then began to walk towards me. I watched as the boys stared at her behind as she walked to the desk. I heard a few whistles from the boys, and she blushed. She sat down next to me and grabbed a few of her things out of her bag. 

"Hey there, hon. Remember me?" I said flirtatiously.

"I do. Just let me focus," she then went back to her work.

"You don't wanna elaborate?" I asked leaning close to her.

She blushed a little, "I'll do it later, but I wanna do good, so..." she left the rest to my imagination.

I paused. She made my heart flutter a little. 

Wow. All I could say is...Wow.