Filled With Poison, Blessed With Beauty And Rage (Daminette)

Damian's Death List

(A continuation of chapter five!) 

"I... I had some issues with some of my classmates," Marinette answered in the best possible way that didn't mention how fucked up both she and her mind was. Lila Rossi may not be capable of shit, but Marinette had to admit:

If you wanted to get rid of someone, Lila knew how to do that well. 

She just didn't know how to take a running jump off a fucking cliff. 

"Issues? Did you beat them up?!" Marinette was taken aback.

 'Oh no, mysterious kind stranger with these super unique eyes and the breasts of a FUCKING Greek goddess, I did NOT beat them up. Instead I succumbed to their bullying and nearly tried to KILL myself by taking a swan dive off the balcony of my house!'

"I wish..." she joked, (not really) taking a bite of her sandwich. Ashe seemed a little... upset? Confused? The others remained silent until the ginger, whom she learned was named 'Bart,' spoke up. 

"Anyways... what did they do to you?" 

Nova smacked him from across the table. 

"Don't go lingering into other people's business! She'll tell us if she wants too!" she sat back down, returning to her lunch. Marinette awkwardly laughed, not exactly sure if she should stop or continue making weird noises with her mouth hanging open. 

"It's fine... Nova? They uh, did the average stuff. Telling me to kill myself, the verbal and physical stuff..." fists banged onto the table. Jon's, Damian's, Bart's, Ashe's and Nova's. Marinette could practically see the metaphorical flames of anger in their eyes. 

"Average?" Damian arched an eyebrow. His eyes were fixated in this threatening glare - Marinette shivered. "That's not average. They deserve to die. Telling someone to kill themselves makes the person who told them want me to kill-" 

Ashe slapped a hand over Damian's mouth. "What he means, is that he-"

"We-"

"Uh-"

"Hey guys!" a dirty blonde in another soccer jersey approached them. Damian's eyes widened, as did everyone else's. Marinette was confused - who was this beach blonde, and why were they all so hyped up to see him?

"Colin!" (Everyone fucking forgets Damian first human friend-) 

Jon threw an arm around him, pulling him into a bro hug. 

"You done coughing? We missed you on Saturday!" 

"Sorry! My fever is gone, yes." 

"Oh, oh!" Ashe took Colin from Jon, pulling him to Marinette. She pulled his hand up, forcing his hand into a handshake. "'Lin, this is Marinette Dupain-Cheng! She just transferred here from Paris!" 

"H-hi! I'm Colin Wilkes!"

"Marinette D-dupain - Cheng!" 

You got to love the awkward babies. 

"Alright! This is bumming me out!" Ashe stretched her arms up, her hoodie - jersey riding up. 

'Navel piercing?!' Marinette held back the urge to gawk at the two diamond prongs on the girl's belly button. 'Ashe has a thing for piercings...' she finished the rest of her club sandwich. Ashe's arms fell. She let out a sigh of relief. 

"So, Nettie? Can I call you that? I always address people with nicknames, since it's easier for me to remember! What are you interested in?" Ashe sat on the table, swinging her feet. Marinette hummed.