Hellion [Cat Noir/Adrien X Reader]

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"Now be good at school (Y/N). I expect you to quit cutting classes or else your mom will be furious!" Ami, your mom's personal assistant reminds you for a hundred times already.

"That was the point." you answered without any enthusiasm while looking out the window. Victor, your personal driver just pulled over infront of your new school.

"You're stressing me out (N/N)! Why can't you just—" she had her fingers massaging her temples obviously trying to compose herself.

however, you already went out of the car, not a hint of interest in your body.

"That kid!" Ami yells out in frustration.

Y/N POV

With Ami's abnoxious voice calling out for me in the background, I sprinted away faster,  casually entering through the campus' door.

There's just this undeniable fun in pissing her off.

I just absolutely do not understand why she kept putting up with me, I'm certainly not a good kid, I know that for sure.

but who am I kidding, it's because of the high salary. Imagine being the Great Louise Avet's Assistant, she must be living the dream, huh.

Too bad, it doesn't matter how much she wants to keep this job. I'll make sure she's going to lose it soon.

then maybe, just maybe, mom will probably grow the balls to come home and act like a proper mother.

How long has she not been home anyway?

2 years. 2 years of living her life on New York while leaving me here alone.

I tightened my grip on my bag pack strap as I walk through the crowd of unfamiliar faces.

I might be a brat, but i'm not that social. I'm only surrounded by a few people who my mom trusts.

And as for me, the only one I trust is my bed. Oh—and food of course.

I've had a few friends back at my old school, Unfortunately, they weren't the real deal.

I really don't know if I gave them enough bruises before I got expelled. They definitely deserved more.

It's honestly exhilarating seeing how I can do everything I want. I could cut all my classes, and I'd still pass.

My mom would always find a way to cover it up.

And here we are again, it will always be like what it always have been. same situation, different setting.

How shall I leave François Dûpont in the next 3 months?

Think, (Y/N).

"Hey, red. Where's the Dean's office?" I asked the boy who was just passing by me, I seemed to have surprised him by the way he dropped his things at the sound of my voice.

He immediately plopped down to collect his stuff when his sketchpad went by my sight.

"Yo, that's dope." I stated, pointing at his drawing with a very amused tone.

He scurried to grab it and stood back up, he replied with an almost inaudible 'thankyou' but you bet I heard him.

I shot him a look and saw the little blush appearing on his face.

"Mind telling me where the office is?" I laughed a little at his expression. He kept on looking down but nevertheless nodded, walking in front of me leading me to my requested destination.

"You must be the new kid." He starts off.

"Well, that's the only logical explanation there is to it, is there?" I deadpanned.

"I'm Nathanael.  You can call me Nathan." Did I ask for his name?

"Didn't ask but got it, tomato child." His cheeks turned redder and I laughed because of it. I knew he wanted to protest but he couldn't bring himself to.

Hmm, cute.

"Uhm, we're here." He announced as we stopped right in front of a room.

"Thanks, Nathan." he smiled, that smile could grow dandelions.

"see you around..?" he trails off, obviously waiting for me to state my name,

"no need for you to know. see ya." I mustered up a peace sign and entered the office without even bothering to knock.

—

I really don't wanna laugh, but I don't know how much longer I can keep it in my system,

"Wait, Ms. Avet." He called out. What does this man want now.

"C-could you, please let your mother know if she c-could sign me an autograph?" He asked shyly while handing me a piece of paper and a pen.

"Of course, Mr Damocles. but, she's still on New York so that might have to wait,"

He stood up and bowed to me, expressing how grateful he is.

"Hoo-hooo." I teased and I was out the door.

I was greeted by a tomato right after I walked out. "So, no need for you to know, can I see your schedule?"

"and, why should I give it to you?" I sassed.

"cause you owe me one?"

"touchè." I keened and gave him the paper that held my schedule.

"You have the first 3 classes with me!" and why is he happy?

"And that matters because..?"

"because we're friends!" He was flustered again.

"sorry, but I don't do friends."

"Oh just come with me, (Y/N.)" How in the fuckity frick—

[ENIGMATICSHIN]

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