-The New Girl From The USA- {Chat Noir X Reader} -!-COMPLETED-!-

Today At School..

-your POV-

Morning came and light from my window crept slowly into my room. My pink alarm clock went off exactly at 6:20. That's the time dad normally left for work and when he would wake me up for school.. class starts at 8:16 and I didn't have to be there until 8. All these extra hours give me a lot of time to think about what to wear.
I didn't want to show my stitches or feel cold because it was still really cold outside, so I wore a black tank top with a cardigan over it. And some black tights with a pair of UGGs. (Full outfit at the top)
By the time I finished doing my hair and and changing my clothes it was 7:20. The bus comes at 7:45 so that gave me time to eat with Cocoa. Mom already ate and left for work at 5. She was mostly healed from her injuries. Only a few stitches for her, but for me they were everywhere still. I hid most of them but they were still on my face so I tried to hide them with my hair coving it. In the crash, I broke my glasses and I can't get new ones till I was out of the hospital so I just have to go with out them for a while till they're fixed.

-time skip at school-

I walked off the bus while coving the stitches on my face with my hands. I did get odd looks for doing that but I don't really care.
"-Y.N-!" Someone yelled my name from behind me. Then I felt tight hugs coving me. It hurt a lot because they were so strong and my stitches and bruises. "Y-Yes?" My voice cracked and I winced in pain from my throat still hurting. "Girl we were so worried!" Alya yelled and let go of me. "S-Sorry.." I fixed where I put my hands to cover the stitches again. Everyone let go one by one and stood in front of me. Ayla and Nino. Than Adrien and Marinette. They all looked really sad and had pity coving their faces. "It's okay, -y.n-" Mari told me. I nodded and looked around at them one by one. Adrien seemed the most saddened though. "Don't speak." He commanded me. I froze. "W-Why-" he covered my mouth with his soft hands. He shook his head. "It hurts right? Don't talk anymore." My eyes widen. I thought I hid that pretty well other than the few voice cracks. 'How did he find out that fast?' I nodded my head to him and took out my notebook. Everyone had shock on their face other than Adrien. I looked up at them. Then I remember the stitches... I quickly dropped the book and covered my cheeks. I started running to the bathroom. 'I can't break down right here. I can't do this right now! Can't I go home?' I asked myself as I got into one of the stalls and locked the door. I started to cry. The tears slightly dropped into my stitches under my eyes.

-Adrien's POV-

I quickly picked up the notebook I gave her from off the ground while everyone else ran after -y.n-.
One of the pages were flipped open in the middle. 'Weird, I just gave this to her, why is it so full?' I thought and read the first line.
Dear Chat Noir,
My eyes widened. She was writing to me? I mean Chat Noir? Why? She hardly talked while Chat Noir was visiting her.. but than again she did have a hurt throat. I began to read through the message as I ran to the girls bathroom like everyone else.

Why can't I talk? I want to.. I want to talk to you all day long.
What interests me so much about you? I mean you are pretty famous.. but so am I. Idc that your well known or attractive. Cuz dang. You are but that's not why I like you. I think it's bc you're so out there with your feelings but I still don't know them. Do you really like me? Is all your flirting fake?..
I want to show my emotions but... I don't want to get to attached to you.. I don't want to lose you like I did my family. I.. I really think I....that I possibly love you..
Why do you even care for me as a friend? We're just partners fighting crime, so why do you hang around me even though I'm acting pretty mean now. I'm completely ignoring everything. I'm so focused on what's happening with me, that I don't even notice you trying to help.. I feel like a bad friend and all I want to do is cry and hug some who will hug back and kiss my forehead when I'm sad.. like a boyfriend maybe..
I hope one day I'll open up again and want to be with you more. I hope I'll confess some day instead of ignoring my feelings again just so I don't get my heart crushed again.
One day..