Bye Bye Little Butterfly

3

A loud ringing sounded around my room. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked around.
"Where am I?" I wailed. I let a sigh out before remembering everything. The door opened and Natalie came in with a tablet.
"Good morning Natalie," I said with a yawn.
"At 12:15, you will be leaving school to do a photo shoot. Then at 1:03, you will be returning to school. After school is over, you have to attend your father's gala," explained Natalie, not looking up at me. When she left, I let out a sigh.
"Now I know whose life this is," I groaned.
"Really?" asked Plagg in a panic.
"This is Adrien's life. I wonder what his life is like," I said before getting up. I opened my wardrobe and saw designer clothes.
"Woah," I said with a gasp.
"Adrien's life is fancy," said Plagg nervously.
"Yep. And it's sad. His mother's gone so that means mine is gone. His father avoids him so... mine will avoid me," I said sadly, coming to terms with everything.
"Wow. That's hard," said Plagg, scratching his head.

I changed into my clothes before grabbing my backpack and running downstairs.
"Marinette." I froze on the spot at the harshness of the tone that came from my father. I turned around and looked. He was wearing a suit.
"Yes d-father?" I said, mentally slapping myself for almost calling him 'dad'.
"No more using these pranks as an excuse of getting out of piano lessons," he said. I looked at Natalie with hurt in my eyes before nodding.
"Yes father," I said. I walked to the car and Natalie got in next to me. Once we arrived, I walked up to Alya.
"Hey girl," she said.
"Hey Alya. Are we meeting after school?" I asked.
"Your father's letting you?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh yeah... I have a gala to attend," I said with a sigh.
"Besides, I'm pretty sure Adrien and I have something planned," said Alya, folding her arms.
"Oh right," I said with a sigh.
"We're all gonna grab ice-cream from Andre's though tomorrow. Wanna join us? I'm sure Adrien will appreciate it," said Alya with a grin.
"Why would he appreciate it?" I asked with a frown.
"Uh... no reason. You in?" said Alya nervously.
"I'll try. Thanks Alya," I said with a smile. I walked to a bench and sat down.

Nathaniel and Marc approached me.
"Mari!" he cried.
"Oh hey Nat. What's up?" I said with a smile.
"I am coming to your father's gala. And I need a date. You in?" he said with a grin.
"Um... I'm not going with a date. Sorry Nat. But why are you going?" I asked with a frown.
"Oh silly Mari. I am the Mayor's son of course," he said. My eyes widened. No no no no no no no no.
"Right. Of course. Sorry... had a uh strange dream last night," I said with a stammer.
"Oh look... Adritrash is here," he said with a grin.

He began walking away.
"Marc!" he yelled.
"S-sorry Nathaniel!" cried Marc, running after him. Nino walked up to me with a smirk.
"What was that all about?" he asked.
"The usual stuff," I groaned, hoping to not screw this up.
"Yikes," said Nino with a scoff.

I watched as Adrien walked up to us with Alya.
"Hey Nino," he said.
"Oh hey dude. Alya invited Marinette to Andres with us tomorrow. You in?" said Nino, nudging Adrien's arm.
"I... I don't..." he stopped and and looked at me hugging my knees. "Yes... I-I am in." I smiled.
"Great! It's a date!" said Alya excitedly.

Adrien and I looked at Alya in confusion.
"For us I meant," said Alya with a nervous chuckle as she grabbed Nino's arm. Adrien looked at me and blushed.

He's cute when he blushes. But now I have no posters of him to tell him that. Damn! Wait... can I talk to him without a stammer?

"How's the essay coming along?" I asked. My eyes widened. I did it! I actually did it! But... I forgot that I need to do the essay.
"Knowing him, he'll leave it to last minute," said Alya with a grin. Oh right... he's got my life. So yeah, that sounds right.
"W-we don't know that!" protested Adrien.

The bell rang and we all made our way to class. I was sat next to Nino and Adrien was sat next to Alya. Something seemed off about him. As if he's nervous or something. As if something has happened to him. Hm...