Broken Hearts

★★Chapter 17★★

< Friday >

"Alright class," Miss Bustier raised her hand up for silence. The class stopped talking to each other, stopped doing what they were doing and turned to her, their ears opened for what Miss Bustier was about to tell them all.

"Today we have a new student joining us," Miss Bustier explained. "She will be here shortly, as she is still picking out her locker, but her name is Savannah. Like I say with the rest of the other new kids; treat her nicely and make her feel welcomed."

"Whew," Alison seemed to wipe sweat off her forehead. "For a second there, I thought the new student was going to be Lila. But it's a good thing it's a different girl joining."

"I don't think Lila would come back to school after what happened," Chloe let out a small laugh. "She would just be embarrassed out of her mind, and probably end up leaving the school for the second time again."

Marinette looked up when she over-heard the girls talking. She felt a little disturbed, feeling as if she was the only one who didn't know who Lila Rossi was. Sure, last year, she never got in Adrien's business, wasn't close enough to him to bother to care about what was going on in his life. She never really cared about the press conference he held, or the news that were going online. But she still felt that she should have known who Lila Rossi was, just like everyone else.

If I asked Adrien, would he be willing to talk about it or would he brush me off?

She took out her phone at the sound of it buzzing from the new message she got. Realizing it was from Alya, she clicked on it to see what it said.

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☆☆9:10am| A - I won't be in school today, so if you can bring in my homeworks for me, that would be great. A lot is happening at home right now.☆☆
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Marinette couldn't erase the worries from her eyes. She hadn't seen Alya in a while. Actually, she hadn't seen any of her best friends, because she had been so caught up with hanging out with Adrien. She felt bad and guilty for not realizing that her friends could possibly have some troubles just as her.

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☆☆9:11am| M - what's wrong though? You okay? Anything happening at home? Do you need me to come over just in case you want to talk about it?☆☆
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☆☆9:12am| A - no, it's fine. You don't have to come over after school to talk about it. But later on if you're not busy at all, come by. Maybe at around 6 would be okay. I need help looking for Etta☆☆
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Marinette re-read the message. Before she could reply back though, the voice of Miss Bustier spoke up.

"Class, this is Savannah," Miss Bustier smiled as she looked at the girl that had just walked inside the classroom.

The girl had a chocolate cherry retro bob with tucked in textured curls. She was wearing a pink off-shoulder top with blue shorts and pink sneaker, huge round glasses on her eyes.

"Hi," The new girl seemed a bit shy. "My name is Savannah. Savannah Fleur."

The girl's eyes seemed to quickly dart over to Adrien, who was busy at the back of the class, writing something down, not listening about the new student, seeing that it was just another girl.