My Dear~❤

*4 - Game

Marinette was running late to school, once again. Why? Because her alarm clock didn't do its job again. 

She came to her class, panting, and 10 minutes late. Mme. Bustier sighed as she crossed her arms. "What's the excuse now, Marinette?" she asked. 

"I... Well..." Marinette stuttered, rubbing the back of her neck. She knew her excuse wouldn't be acceptable. Of course, even if she did try to make an excuse, her teacher won't believe her. No one would. 

"She overslept, Mme. Bustier," Lila said, standing up. Marinette's shoulders tensed, hearing the voice of the one that ruined her social life. But, what she did say was true. It wasn't wrong. So, she really doesn't have anything to say. "Because she helped me last night handing out bread to the kids in the street," Lila continued, "she stayed up late because she helped a poor street boy find his mama."

Marinette's jaw dropped. Did... Did Lila just lie for her? Why??? Didn't Lila like- hate her? 

Mme. Bustier smiled, hearing the news from the brunette, blindly trusting her words as always. 

"Alright, I'll let this one slide, Marinette," Mme. Bustier said, dismissing Marinette to her seat.

Marinette then proceeded to silently walk her way to her seat. Half of the class, he couldn't help but glance at the Italian brunette at the front. She glared at her when she caught the other girl starring. 

She was unsure of this situation. She doesn't know whether she should be grateful or not. Maybe she has another scheme. Another scheme to ruin her life more than before. Ugh, that damned brat. 

Meanwhile, with Lila, the girl was and truly is innocent. Yeah, she lied about Marinette, but it was fun to mess with the girl's head. 

A game.

That is what Lila thought about her current interactions with Marinette. How to win? Completely have Marinette's trust and laugh when she breaks it. 

But, as of now, she's just drawing. Drawing on her notebook. She wasn't a particularly good artist, but what else could she do in Mme. Bustier's boring class? Take notes? Out of the question. 

So, she drew. She drew flowers, lines, circles... Her hand stopped when she realized she was drawing a familiar girl with a flower crown on. All that was left was her other eye and color. She felt her cheeks lit up, strictly out of embarrassment, and closed her notebook. She was NOT drawing Marinette. 

...Although she wondered what she would look like with her hair loose.