Falling In Love With My Maid's Daughter

Ch.9 weed is toxic like love. but so are you.

A/N I freaking love that little picture it's so cute uwu

(Marinette's Point of View)
"ADRIEN!? I- WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE I-"
"She did that to you?" He rushed over to me and I backed away.
"N-no it was um... it was improv I was practicing! For Alya you see I have drama with her! 4th period!" I lied, I smiled and felt myself screaming inside.
"You have me for 4th period.. are you sure? I mean-"
"Yes Adrien! Just please! I want to be alone.. please." It was clear I wanted to cry, he heard it in my voice and sat down.

"Do you want to tal-"
"No! I'm fine! I promise I was kidding I just need a walk." I grabbed my shoes, jacket and phone and I ran out the door, I felt him behind me.
"Marinette please!"
"I'm FINE!" I ran out the door but Natalie stopped Adrien and said that he couldn't go outside.
I ran out the gates Adrien screaming after me but I ran shoeless and I stopped at a bench. I placed my shoes on and jacket.

I walked more to the park and sat down, I saw the sky was dark and gloomy.
"Hello."
I looked and saw a Middle Aged man with a trench coat on, he was filthy. He was wearing gloves and sunglasses even in this weather.
"Can I help you sir?" I asked my voice shaking.
He opened the his coat to see bags, clear small bags of drugs. Drugs I didn't know what they where but there where also boxes of cigarettes.

"Need some?" He asked in his dark voice, it was grouchy but he smirked.
—
After an hour had passed I walked back and made it to the gate. Natalie let me in and I walked to my room, I walked past Adrien's room and frowned.

I was greeted by nothing, silence filled my room and I smiled. I dimmed my lights as I heard rain start to pour. I changed into pjs and took off my jacket.
I remembered what i got from the man and just tossed my jacket in an arm chair.

I felt buzzing from my phone and saw that it was from my dad.
"Hello?"
~ "hey honey. How was your day?"
"Fine yours?"
~ " it was alright. A lot of work but it's alright. Honey I gotta go. Your grandma is here and she's making a mess I'll call you soon okay? MOM NO-"

He hung up and I sighed.
I took out my sketchbook and began to sketch a pair of pants, I liked the idea of like dripping, pink frosting.

I sketched away at my table and looked at my work.
I smiled and smiled in relief.
By then it was 2 pm. I didn't have anything else so I got asked to eat lunch.

I got out of my room and walked downstairs.
Adrien did the same and we both didn't talk, u guess we were to scared.

"What's for lunch?" My mom asked.
"Spaghetti with meatballs." Emily smiled.
—
We ate in silence but but I could feel Adrien's eyes on me, not as in a love way but as worried and scared for me way.

After I ate I walked back up and walked up slowly. I guess I didn't have energy to walk. I just want to let it out but I can't even trust myself, who the hell..?

—
"Need some?" He asked, I stared at his coat. It was filled with drugs, cigarettes, and I don't know what else.
He sat down next to me and I tried to move away, he wanted to chat about why I'm alone.
"It's nothing sir, I have to leave."
"No, why? Why is a pretty girl alone on a Saturday? Shouldn't you be with friends? Boyfriend? Parents?"

"My boyfriend is a fucking drunken state, my mom is cleaning being a maid and my friends.. they don't seem to care. Why should I?"

"I made that same choice young lady. Being alone all the time, made me crave a way out. That way which was a stupid way, I used drugs miss. Alcohol, ecstasy, heroin, all this shit. I really regret it. But it's still pulling me in. You know how old I was when I started?"

"No."

"16... and my mom didn't take it well. She kicked me out and I haven't seen her since. But I'll leave you with this.."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade.
"If you ever need to defend yourself around here, and trust me you will. How pretty you look people will take advantage of that... use it to show that you are powerful. Okay? And if you ever need to talk just look for my hoodie.
See you around little lady."

—
I smiled and looked back at my jacket.
"Thank you."