Private Affairs

Confused & Capitulating

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN MIRACULOUS LADYBUG OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, WHO BELONG TO THOMAS ASTRUC!

OOC Disclaimer: Marinette (18h) is a little out of character, as she's more confident and swears— though she is still clumsy and sweet. Adrien (23) is also out of character in the sense that he also swears. But for the sake of a high school AU rendition, just go with it :)

Also, huge thanks to fleurcerise for supporting this story! Much love!!

Thank you for reading !! XOXO, Mokyubun

Warning(s): MILD VERBIAGE AND SEXUAL ACTS MENTIONED

Before retreating to her car, the young teen hotheadedly decided to pivot into the student services building. She was riled up— sadness, anger, confusion— all these emotions had a hold on the steering wheel of her conscience.
"Who does he think he is, kissing me like that?" Marinette mumbled, "stupid, dumb, stupid Adr— Mr. Agreste." She huffed, annoyed.

"A schedule change?" The old woman mumbled as she tapped continuously on her keyboard. "On the first day of school? Was there a problem in one of your classes, sweetheart?" She frailly asked, looking up from her computer screen.

"You could say I have a no-contact-contract with someone in my first period, ma'am." Marinette sighed. What was she supposed to say— her actual situation? That's a laugh.

I mean, she could have easily said:

"Hi, yes, I think I'm in love with my teacher. By the way, we had hot and steamy sex a couple nights ago after I got drunk at a party."

The blunette chuckled at her own joke, to which the old woman raised her brow. "Is everything alright?" The wrinkled lady pondered.

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry. My friend told me something funny earlier and I was just thinking about it." Marinette flashed a fake smile to reassure the clerk.

"Alright, let me see about that schedule change."

More tapping on the keyboard killed the silence. A couple of minutes later, the woman spoke again. "I'm sorry, it seems as if all the other advanced placement United States history classes are full, per state requirements."

Marinette blankly blinked. "Come again?" Her voice wavered. It was like someone had just told her she was dying.

"You cannot transfer out of Mr. Agreste's history class. I'm truly sorry."

And there it was again— like another shot in the throat. She could feel her heartbeat thump in her ears like a giant, internal taiko drum. Marinette creased her forehead, confused. "Th-There has to be something, anything," she spoke shakily.

"I'm sorry dear, there's nothing we can do. Why don't you check back in a week or so? There's a possibility that students will drop the class you want." The clerk smiled sweetly.

"A week?" She sheepishly squeaked. "But I can't survive a week." Mari whispered under her breath as she lifted a dainty hand to cover her lips. They were still warm, thanks to Adrien.

"Excuse me?" The clerk asked in a concerned voice. "Did you say something?"

"Oh, no," Marinette quickly removed her hand from her mouth. "I'm sorry, I'll be on my way. Thank you for your help." The blunette flashed the lady a weak smile before exiting the office.