𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃𝐒 － 𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯/𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘳

8: secret lives; elo

a/n:

that's what ure wearing fjdjd im not good with descriptions in terms of clothing.

i hope you guys are smart enough to realize what will happen in the later part of the chapeter fjsjdj cause im dropping a big bomb

We were sitting on a bench inside the school. There's ample of time left so we decided to hang around outside the classroom for a while as we wait for the bell to ring. Marinette was drawing on her sketchbook. Alya had her eyes on her phone and I was reading a book titled, Flipped. I have already watched the movie but I heard that the book was worth it so might as well just read it.

A few other students sat on the bench slightly far away from us but it was close enough for me to hear their conversations. "Did you see the ice cream man?" Rose asked enthusiastically. Her friend group nodded eagerly.

"I heard he was looking for (Y/N)." One of her friends stated.

Upon hearing this, my eyes narrowed as I continued reading my book. The gossiping didn't stop but only got louder. Marinette and Alya exchanged glances with each other, as they noticed my growing frustration.

And as if this day wouldn't get any better, Adrien walked over to us.

"Hey," He started with a shaky breath. "Can I borrow (Y/N) for just a sec?"

"One second is over." I muttered without even sparing him a glance.

Adrien let out an awkward laugh. "Can I borrow you for a minute then?"

I calmly placed the bookmark inside the book and closed it. I sighed and stood up, bringing along my things with me. I tried to ignore Marinette's stares as me and Adrien walked away.

"What do you want?" I stopped with my tracks as soon as we reached the lockers. I dropped my backpack onto the floor and carefully placed the book on top of it. I leaned on one of the lockers as I gave Adrien a questioning look.

Adrien smiled, "I heard that Chat Noir saved you last night!" He chirped. I rolled my eyes at the oddly enthusiastic boy in front of me. His blonde locks shining as the sun perfectly hits Adrien. No wonder he is a model. "What does it feel like to be saved?"

I chuckled, "Are you a reporter now?" I questioned. "'Cause you're really bad at it."

Adrien slightly scratched his nape and gave me a sheepish smile. "I'm just asking. People usually tend to stay－" he paused. "－shocked." He smirked but I responded with a confused expression.

"Why would I?" I asked with a quirk of an eye brow.

He gave me a look of disbelief, "It's Chat Noir! Aren't you a little bit surprised?"

I let out an airy laugh. " I dont like him. I run a 'hate blog,' remember? Don't answer－" I stated as I pointed an index finger at him "－that's a rhetorical question."

"What can possibly make you change your mind?"

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."

"There's got to be something." He nodded eagerly. "There's got to be something and I'm going to figure it out－at any cost."

The bell rang and I immediately took my bag that was on the floor. I threw it onto my shoulders and hugged the book that I was reading as well as the other textbooks close to me. "Good luck with that, Cat boy."

I left Adrien alone in the locker room and walked back to class. I opened the door and instantly saw Marinette and Alya in our usual seats. I waved at them and they returned the gesture. I walked up to them and took the seat next to the aisle.