Bullied (A Miraculous Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Adrien's POV

After hearing his plans a few weeks ago, I wanted to foil them. I wanted him to think that he had competition. I wanted to give him a run for his money. And by the way he looks, I don't think he's got that much money.

So, I spent weeks researching, thinking, and asking. I had only come up with my plans two nights before. I had a dream about kissing somebody. To be honest with you, I had no idea who this girl was. All I knew was that she was sexy as fuck. She had blue-ish black hair that was down in loose curls. She had pretty nice curves, but was still fairly skinny. Her eyes were like the ocean where my mother, father, and I used to go on vacation. Her breast and butt size weren't too shabby either. Her kissing style was not rough, but almost timid and fragile. It was sweet and sensitive, but nice nonetheless. And her voice was like honey. But as I looked up after kissing this magical babe, I saw a fuming dude.

So that was my plan. To kiss Marinette in front of Luka. The only problem is I needed the right timing. The timing in this plan was everything. If I happened to kiss Marinette and Luka walked away at the wrong moment, my entire plan would be foiled. I also didn't want the entire school to talk about my new fling with the shy girl. I could see her red as a tomato face now, and hear her asking why I did that. So I needed to be super precise.

When I went into school a few days later and found Luka starting to read a book, I knew I had to act.

I sprinted out of the library like an animal being freed from captivity. I needed to find that girl. She was usually early, so I was betting on that fact. I spent about 5 minutes looking before I found her. She looked like a helpless creature sitting below two predatorial bitches. I mentally groaned when I saw Slut 1 and Slut 2.

They both looked at me in an instant, their facings changing. Lila's changed to only seduction—but it looked more like she really had to shit. Chloe's just turned to pure lust. I didn't like either of these girls. Well, that was an understatement. The problem is both of these hoes think I like them. Sure, I may have slept with both of them, but that doesn't mean I like you.

I knew I needed to act quick. Timing was everything! I ignored the two brat's greetings. I simply walked by them like they were some block in my path. I had my eyes pinpointed on the target the entire time. I finally approached her, and extended my hand out towards her. I don't know why I felt a pang in my chest as she flinched. She had flinched so many other times around me, so why did this time differ? After a second, her oceanic eyes made contact with my hand. I think her jaw dented the floor.

So I wittily said, "Keep your mouth open any longer and you'll catch flies."

Instead of following my instructions, she kept looking at my hand with her mouth wide open. It was as if she were in some sort of trance. Does she have some kind of sick hand fetish?

I would have stared at Marinette longer if it weren't for the fact that Lila fake tripped and landed next to Marinette. Marinette's jaw closed, and her head looked towards Lila. Instead of a straight face, Marinette's face held a scowl. It almost made me laugh. The only expressions I've ever seen from Marinette were shocked or scared.

She moaned too loudly for it to be real. "Ow! Adrien, could you help me up?"

I didn't really give a shit and I didn't have time. My eyes darted back toward Marinette in no time.

I had to hold back a smirk as I remarked, "So, are you going to sit there for a year, or take my hand and let me help you up?"

I felt her hesitate in answering. She was contemplating. I couldn't blame her. If somebody who had been bullying me for as long as I had been bullying her offered me their hand, I'd need a minute to think.

But after a bit, she took my hand. I pulled her up effortlessly due to her being so light. I didn't even let go of her hand as I ran to the library. Please have the target be in position, please have the target be in position. And for some miracle, as I pushed open the doors to the library, Luka was still sitting in the same spot as last time. He seemed to be enjoying his book. I hope I can wipe that smile off of his face.

I practically dragged Marinette to the aisle just in front of Luka's seat. I hate to have to do this, but I have to. So, I threw myself at her. At first, it was only me kissing, but after a bit of hesitation, she was kissing back. Though not as passionately as I was kissing, she's still kissing back. I can feel Luka's stare and I wanted to raise my fist in triumph. But I didn't want to break the kiss just yet.

I started to feel myself melt into the kiss. I hate to say it, but she's pretty good. She must have had practice. She isn't not attractive, so maybe she's had prior boyfriends who kissed her. She's so sweet, so timid, so cute. I grabbed the back of her neck to deepen the kiss. I even bite her bottom lip a little. Luka had walked away at this point, but I still wanted to kiss her.

But to my dismay, she pushed me away. She was panting by now. Her face was beet red, her eyes watering, and her lips were a little swollen from my biting them. Not the way girls usually look after I kiss them. I usually see the full face of makeup, the lustfull eyes, and the lips not swollen because they are used to biting. This is a first for me.

"W-why would you d-do that?" her shaky voice asked before she ran off.

And for some reason I'm following her. For some reason I want her lips back on mine. And for some reason it dawns on me as I stand outside of the abandoned janitors closet pounding on the door.

She's the one from my dream.