He Knows

Chapter 1

Marinette

I looked up and down the hallways, before slowly walking inside the school. I got an email from Bruce Wayne saying I won the contest he had hosted, and we were traveling to Gotham to see the sights and get tour Gotham University. Good thing is, I can see my boyfriend. Bad news, he doesn't know about Lila.

And just as I thought I was in the clear, I got shoved forward and I face planted into a wall. That really hurt.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Marinette." Alya sneered.
I stood up and faced Alya. "What do you want Alya?" I asked firmly.
She growled. "Why did you hurt Lila? She did nothing to you, and you went and gave her bruises all over her body!"
I glanced around, trying to find a possible exit. Nothing. I looked Alya in the eyes and spoke the truth. "I didn't do it, Alya. If you splash water on the 'bruises' they would smear and come off. Have you not seen Victorious?" I rolled my eyes and tried to walk away. Again, tried.
I felt two hands grab my arms, digging their nails into my skin. I looked up and saw Ivan and Kim. I didn't want to do this. I was going to see Damian. He can't know about this. Can't!
"Let go, guys!" I yelled and tried to shake them off. They wouldn't budge.
While I was trying to get them off, Alya landed a blow to my gut. It knocked the wind out of me. Struggling to breath, I tried to righten myself, but it was hard.
"That's for hurting Lila." She punched me across the face, barely missing my nose. "That's for being a bitch."
The boys dropped my on the ground before walking off. I felt two hands on my arms and I shrunk back.
"Calm down, Mari. It's just me."
I looked up and saw Amoura. They normally don't make their hits so public. Guy was she just got here.
"How long has this been going on?" She asked
"W-W-What are you talking about?" I wheezed
"How long has this been going on, Marinette?" Amoura pushed.
"Two years." I whispered.
I heard her gasp. I felt her get angry. She frantically looked around, and sighed in frustration. She helped me stand before guiding me to a classroom. Miss. Mindeleve's class.
"Marinette? What happened?" Miss. M. cried, as she scrambled over to help me into a seat. I let out a slight groan before the pain filled slightly.
"Noth-"
"Don't even start, Marinette. Lila turned Bustier's class against her. Now they are bullying her, emotionally and physical."
"How long has this been going on?" Miss. M. asked worriedly.
"Two years" I whispered.
"How come we didn't know?"
And as if Tikki pushed some luck my way, my phone went off. I pulled it out and checked the caller ID and smiled. Damian.
"Hey Dove." I pushed the happy, sunshine girl voice I use to have all the time into my voice. I could see my teacher and Amoura sharing looks.
"Hey, Midnight. I was calling to say congratulations on winning the contest. You get to meet my insane family."
I giggled "They don't seem that bad. It'll be fun, plus, I haven't seen you since your last visit."
"I know, but I'll see you tomorrow."
"I'll see you tomorrow, Dove. Love you."
"Love you too. Bye."
As the call ended, I watched my teacher pace. They already know the truth, might as well tell the whole thing.
"I tried transferring classes. I tried school reports. I went to the cops as well. Nothing. They always manage to get ride of them, so I'm stuck in their class. You would think that if I'm the bully they would let me transfer." I pulled out some ointment, and pulled my shirt up to reveal the scars and bruises my class has given me over the last two years. "Chloé is the only other person that knows, besides Adrien. But he can't do anything to save his life." I applied the ointment and waited for it to set in, before slouching one my seat. The pain eased and I could catch my breath fully.
"I have to report this." Miss. M said.
"Good luck with that. I've tried. Nothing sticks." I muttered. Good thing I'm close to Hawkmoth identity, or I would start freaking out. I got some good solid evidence that can help track him down. And a doctor friend of mine, helped out with the volunteer.
I stood, collected my bag and forced a smile. "I hope it sticks. Cause I'm close to cracking and no one will like that version of me." I whispered before heading to class.

Bustier explained the class trip to us. And handed out itinerary's so we knew when to be ready by, and head back to school tonight. When the class was dismissed to pack, Chloé and Amoura met me at my locker.
"Alright, what do you want?" Chloé asked as she faced Amoura.
"Nothing. Marinette is my friend too, and after what I saw this morning, I don't plan on leaving her side." She shot back, hands on her hips.
Chloé quirked an eyebrow, before looking at me. "How bad this time?"
"Punch to the guy and to the face. I'm a little sore, but it's nothing I can't handle." I said with a shrug.
"What do you mean?" Amoura asked
"She's been in the hospital before. I found her in several alleys. She only alive right now because of me. And I'm going to kill Rossi, then have Damian kill her again." I stayed quiet. "You haven't told him, have you?"
I shook my head, and shoved my textbooks in my locker, clearing out my backpack. "I didn't want to worry him." I said as I closed my locker door.
Chloé gaped like a fish. "What? He's probably the only person that could stop Lila!" She yelled.
"I don't want him involved. I-I love him to much to burden him with this." I whispered and walked past them.
"He's going to figure it out eventually. Don't wait too long." Chloé said as she caught up to me. "Thank you Amoura, for helping her. I know it was hard seeing her like that."
"It's the least I could do. Miss. M, is going to try and report it."
"Good luck." Chloé scoffed.
I could hear their conversation, but I wasn't listening completely. I just wanted to get to Gotham and see my boyfriend.