The Cat's Hour; A MariChat/Adrienette story (Readers choice) SIN

Chapter seven

You know the drill ;) At the end of the chapter, you will be given two scenarios to choose from. Based on those, you get to vote whether you will choose outcome A or B. Largest vote will be posted at the end of the most recent chapter. Last week was voted A for those MariChat fans. And I'm honestly not surprised or disappointed. Enjoy!

(Scenario A)
TW⚠️ mentions of sexual abuse/harassment
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8:30 am
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Marinette woke up with a piercing headache. Not only did the loud music and chatter still flow through her mind, but all of the alcohol she downed was still hitting her like a brick. She didn't remember much except for Adrien and Alya fighting about who was taking her home. It was clear Alya won.
The girl slowly sat up in her bed, cautious of the pain that might occur if she were to move too fast. She checked her phone, squinting at its bright screen. One message. She didn't recognize the number nor did she know how the anonymous messenger even got her number. It simply read in only five words.

'Stay away from Adrien, slut.'

This of course came as a shock to her. Never had she received such a threatening set of words from anyone. Other than...Chloe. But she had Chloe's number saved in her phone already. This was someone else. Perhaps a fangirl of Adrien's. Or just another chuck he messed around with that never gave up. Whatever the case, Marinette was not happy nor thrilled to have to deal with Adrien's affairs. Especially if it was caused by him. After all, he sat next to her and anyone could have seen them.
She decided not to engage the conversation between the unknown crazed fangirl. Instead, she continued to search through her phone. A notification went off for Instagram.

'Check this out!'

Someone had sent her a post by a random schoolmate who had been at the party. It was a photo of Adrien holding her. It was when he had tried to get her home. No doubt it looked like a comprising position. He was holding her waist and she was practically about to fall due to how tipsy she was. Her makeup was slightly smudged and her hair was frizzy. It looked like she had just- Well, her eyes were tired looking. Anyone could have taken it the wrong way. The high school player finally hooking up with the goody-two-shoes who was more than meets the eye. Taking her home. Screwing her. Breaking her heart. How cliche. She would never stoop that low and honestly, she had better things to do. The comment which captioned it read: 'Adrien finally got into her pants 😂'

Her eyes widened and her heart pounded. This was not happening. Another message chimed and another classmate sent her the post. And another. They kept coming and each time she became more infuriated. Not only were people sending her the post but others were texting her personal number saying vulgar things.

Anonymous:  'Do think Adrien will share some of that with me?'

Anonymous: 'What's it take to get in your pants?'

Anonymous: 'Thought he'd never tap that ass of yours.'

How could they?! How could HE?! She didn't expect anything more from Adrien though. He must have had something to do with this. And frankly, her rough morning didn't set her off on a good note. She had no intent in cooperating. He. Was. Dead. She was going to confront him by decking him straight in the nose. Yeah, that should do it. She was going to storm right over to his house and tell him off. Give him a piece of her mind. She began to get ready.

9:00 am
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Chat came in through her trap door inevitably frightening her. She screamed covering her top half from his vision with her large t-shirt. She was in her underwear. Chat had just seen her and she was only in her underwear.
"Chat what are you doing here! Don't you know how to knock?! You dumb cat!" He chuckled gripping his jaw, looking away as she put on her jeans. She frustratedly slipped her shirt on over her head. Now she wanted to kill two boys. "Are you done yet?" He asked exaggerating his tone. Was this his half-assed attempt at flirting with her. She rolled her eyes and mumbled a 'yes'.
"Anyways," He said stepping closer to her. "I wanted to check on you." Her look dripped in confusion. He only ever visits at night. It was sweet no doubt, just out of the ordinary.
"Why? I mean, I'm fine so..." he once again chuckled to himself which made him all the more attractive. She refrained from allowing her cheeks to flush. For once she was quite nervous that he was here. After all, she was about to leave to her ten o'clock appointment to kill Adrien. She just hoped that Chat hadn't seen the-