Bullied (A Miraculous Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Marinette's POV

Sweat dripped from my pale temple. I was panting, my lungs were aching, my legs burned, but I couldn't stopped. I'd be beaten, or killed, or worse stuff that makes my skin crawl. I rounded one of the corners in the high school, dying for water. What I got was not water but a dead end. God danm luck, I cursed.

2 Minutes Ago

The news had been released yesterday. Mr. Agreste, one of the biggest fashion designers on the planet, had a girlfriend. Not any girlfriend though. She was the CEO of some huge company in America. She was also significantly younger than Mr. Agreste, so everybody was grossed out. She was a huge deal. She was famous. She was a star. She was incredible.

But not as incredible as Adrien Agreste's temper.

When Adrien saw the news today during class, he growled. He growled so loud, the teacher asked if there was a dog in here. All the kids stared at Adrien, and laughed, but Adrien didn't even give two shits. His eyes glared holes into his phone screen. His knuckles turned white at how tight he had been holding his brand new IPhone X. His jaw was clenched so tight, I thought he might crack his perfectly white teeth.

"Mr. Agreste, I'll have your phone, thank you," Ms. Bustier announced walking over to Adrien's desk at the front of the classroom.

All the other kids 'ooohed' and some called out 'he's in trouble' in a mocking way. Adrien mumbled and cursed, but eventually turned his phone completely off and handed it over to Ms. Bustier. She walked back to the front with a smug grin on her face, like she just bested the best teacher in the world.

"Now, where was I? Oh..." Ms. Bustier continued with the class like nothing happened.

I turned my head back to the lesson, and took my notes. That is until Adrien discreetly passed me a note while Ms. Bustier had her back to the class. Adrien passed me a note. Adrien. Sugar honey iced tea. Alarms went off in my head, sirens blared, and my heart dropped to the center of the Earth. Shit, shit, shit, shit! I'm as good as dead! I hesitantly opened up the folded lined paper.

Marinette,

I'll see you after class. Back of the school. Easy way or hard. Make it easy or I'll have Lila and Chloe use my stress toy too.

See ya then, A.

I basically passed out there and then. Oh god! I was sure to get a beating. My parents barely believed me the last time I came home with bumps and bruises. Last time was when he forgot his homework and got a detention. What the hell was he going to do to me when he finds out his dad is seeing another women after his mother passed away. I'm dead meat.

I had a plan though.

"M-Miss Bustier," I stood up from my seat and said this a little too loud.

I didn't like to lie. I hated people who lie. Probably why I hate Lila Rossi so much. My face was red, and I prayed that she believed me. I took a quick glance at Adrien in a panic. His face was a warning. He said that if I did what I was planning, he'd rip me apart. He didn't even have to move his lips, and I got the point.

"Marinette, any reason you are interrupting my class?" All eyes were on me.

I had little time. 7 minutes of school remained.

"I-I really, really feel sick. M-may I go to the infirmary?" I held my stomach for emphasis and I think, judging by the way Ms. Bustier's raised eyebrow fell, she bought my white lie.

But honestly, I wasn't really lying. I felt my stomach begin to twist with anxiousness.

"Alright. Take your stuff and head down there," she said.

I nodded in reply and began to pack up my stuff. Yes. Yes, yes, YES! I was finally saved! I wouldn't have to get beaten up or go home and explain why I was all screwed up or any of that stuff! I was all good!

"Ms. Bustier, maybe I should assist her if she feels so terrible," Adrien stood up from his seat to suggest.

So close, yet so far away.

Ms. Bustier nodded, "I think that's a good idea."

Screw your, Ms. Bustier.

I packed up my stuff faster than lightning, but I couldn't outrun him. So here I am now.

Present

My back hit the concrete. I felt the tears come, so I closed my eyes to stop them. Why? Why me? It could have been anybody else, but no. Had to be me.

"You should do track." My eyes sprung open. "What happened to 'I feel really, really sick'?"

"I feel pretty sick right now," I mumbled to myself.

"You know, I am super stressed today. I also told you that there was the easy way or the hard way. So now, I'm even more stressed," he said to me as he smacked me across the face. "Even more pissed," A kick to the gut, crumpling me to the floor. "Even more frustrated."

Then the beating began. Kicking, hitting, spitting, commenting on my flaws. Everything you can imagine. Anything you can imagine. It was torture. No. I'd rather be tortured than go through an Adrien Agreste stress session.

After a few minutes, he was through. All of his anger dispersed. He was fine.

"Thanks, Marinette. I needed this," he smirked as he walked away from the crime scene.

I was on the floor in a ball, sobbing. It always happened this way. Some days were worse than others, but today was bad. But I had a minute before the entire school was out, and I don't have any interest of people seeing me in this state.

I stood up, brushed myself off, and continued home, the limp present in my walk.