I Won't be Here Forever

Chapter 1

       A lot has changed in two years. More than anyone thought it could. Chloé started being actually nice to people, out of her own free will. And Adrien decided he should give her a chance. But, not long after that, he started to feel something more for the girl who always sits behind him.

But he was with Chloé.

       It wasn't that he didn't like being with her, no, that was exactly it. Even though she was a lot nicer, she was still bossy. And when she thought I wasn't looking, she would pick on Marinette. Only a little, but it's still bullying. But he could never hear what she was saying. Until one day, he did.

       "Wow Mari-trash, where did you get that outfit? The dumpster behind the school?" She said with her shit-eating grin. Chloé knew Marinette had spent weeks designing and sewing her new out fit. She had been trying to get under her skin for years, but nothings worked. Every time Marinette shot right back.

       "At least I don't look like the dollar store Barbie."  She counteracted without even looking up. Her comeback earned "oohs" and laughter from surrounding students. Even from Adrien. It had been a while sense she had stuttered around him. He thought it was a nice change. So did everyone else.

       Except Chloé.

       She knew Marinette liked Adrien. He seemed to be the only one who didn't. And she grew to like him more when they started hanging out. And so did he.

       Chloé huffed and stormed out at the comment. Cheers and whoops erupted from the audience that had formed. Marinette just continued to read the book she had in her hands. The ghost of a smirk panting her face.

       —The next day—

       Chloé was at the lockers. Marinette's locker. But, unknown to her, Adrien was there too. What are you doing? He thought.

       Marinette and Alya were at Marinette's locker. She needed to get some books for Ms. Mandalaov's class, and Alya tagged along to talk. When she opened her locker, a note fell out and she read it aloud.

       "You are worthless. No one will ever love you. You are a pathetic excuse for a fashion designer. You could hardly make school clothes. Just give up and die. No one would miss you anyway." A tear rolled down her cheek as she read it.

       "Marinette, do you know who wrote this?" Alya said.

       "No." She responded, more tears rolling down her face as she reread it, Alya comforting her.

       "I do." Adrien said, turning the corner. "Chloé. I can't believe she did this. I thought she changed. Are you ok Mari?"

       "I-I think I should go." She said before running out of the locker room, then the school.