Retold

part 6

Marinette

I walked to the school. I was only down the street, so getting there wasn't a hassle at all. I made it to the school. There were only a small bit of people. It was still early in the morning, so it was expected I guess. I sat down on the stairs and took out my sketchbook. I began to sketch out a body figure, but stopped right after. I was thinking about what exactly to do with the design of the dress I wanted to create. I looked around and noticed a grey car come by, and I wasn't the only one to notice it. Everyone was ogling it. I don't blame us though. It looked expensive. Really expensive.

The car stopped in front of the school. The car's windows were tinted completely black, so I had assumed it was Chloe, but she was the "grand entrance" type. She would've came in a limo.

A women walked out of the car. She was intimidating. She had perfect posture and a stone cold face. Her hair was put up in a neat bun, the neatest bun I've ever seen. She had grey eyes that could stare into your soul. She didn't stare at anyone though, but the sight of her sure made you feel something. I had also noticed a small detail. She had a streak of red on the front of her bangs. An interesting detail if you ask me.

She went to open the door for someone. No doubtibly the person was rich.

I remember about the person Chloe was talking about before. She spoke highly of them, but I won't judge them just yet.

I watched the car in anticipation. Leaning slightly to get a closer look as the car door opened. When it did a boy came out. He looked my age and he was gorgeous. He had perfect golden hair and striking green eyes. He gave the woman a thank and a gentle smile. She didn't return it though. She told him a few things before sitting back in the car and drove off.

The boy turned around and looked for something. I guess someone to talk to. I decided since were are both new and alone I'd be willing to befriend him first.

"Hey! Come sit with me!" I called out to him. He looked puzzled but quickly replaced that face with relief and happiness.

He sat down beside me, obviously nervous but excited. "My name's Marinette. My parents own a bakery just down the street. If our friendship blossoms, I will take you there for the best desserts in all of Paris." I said, giving him a nudge on the shoulder. He smiled. I was surprised with myself. I've made a good impression so far. I haven't even tripped or fell all morning!

"Hello, my name is Adrien, Adrien Agreste." Wait...AGRESTE?? As in the best fashion business Agreste?

My mouth and eyes were wide open in shock. He chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm guessing you know my father?"

"Know him? He's my biggest inspiration! I'm an aspiring fashion designer!" I said excitedly. He smiled at my passion. "I'm glad you like his work" he says. He then looks at my lap to see my sketchbook. He looks at it and looks up at me. "May I?" He asked. I gave him my sketchbook and he looked through it. While he did that I just took in his features. He was like an angel. His skin was flawless, his face was flawless, his everything was flawless. He looked like a model.

"Are you a model?" I asked out of the blue. I hadn't meant to ask, but the words just slipped out of my mouth.

"Yes." He said without looking up from my sketchbook. I nodded my head and decided to look through my book with him. He asked questions, I answered, he complimented, I thanked him. This went on for a while. We hit it off instantly. It was comforting we both had a thing for fashion.

"ADRIKINS!!!!" An ear piercing screech called. We both cringe at the sound, but our reactions were different to the noise. He gave a nervous smile and I have a look of pure annoyance. It was Chloe. She pushed her bag to Sabrina, her assistant since elementary, and ran over to our direction. She had rudely laid her body all over Adrien and hugged him. He reluctantly hugged back and gave me a sorry look. I gave him the same look as well.

Chloe let some of her grip an Adrien and gave me a smug look. "Oh Adrien, I am so sorry I had to leave you here with trash." She barked. Adrien gave her a surprised look as if this behavior was new to him. I felt bad for him, he seemed too nice to be friends with someone like her. From my experience, she bullied me everyday. She used to make me cry and question a lot of things about myself. I know better than to believe her now, but her words still hurt.

"Chloe, please not today..." I told her quietly. She gave me a very shocked look the smirked, still sitting on Adrien. "Ha! You really think I'm going to care what you peasants think? My daddy-"

"Chloe! That's enough!" Adrien says standing up, forcing Chloe off of him. He walked up to me and grabbed my arm to pull me up. I put my sketchbook in my backpack while he talked to Chloe. "Chloe, this is my first day at any school and it was you who told me to attend here. Don't you want me to make friends at all?" He said giving her a sad look. She returned the look and looked down at the ground, contemplating her thoughts? Which was weird for Chloe. She never cared for what people thought...who is this guy...?

"Fine! I'll allow for you to have friends, even if they're TRASH." She gave me a stern look. Ouch. There was too much emphasis on that word. Adrien thanked her while Chloe stomped off with Sabrina following close behind. He turned around to face me. I gave him a shy smile. God, it's illegal to be that beautiful. "I'm so sorry about-"

"IT'S ADRIEN AGRESTE!!" A girl screamed. I looked to see who it could've been, and it was a brown haired girl. She was squealing, jumping up and down. Then a while bunch of girls looked our direction. I didn't even notice how many people were here already. I guess my sketchbook and Chloe are just that interesting.

The girls proceeded to run over to us. My eyes widened as I freaked out. There were at least 13 of them. I looked up at Adrien and he looked calm. I shouldn't even be surprised, he's a damn model for crying out loud.

The girls surrounded him, asking for autographs, complimenting him, touching his face and cloths. I felt bad for him, it all just looke....uncomfortable...He looked like it was normal but he was probably dying inside. I'm dying inside just from looking at this.

The bell had rang, setting him free from the shouts and grips of the girls. He gave me a shy grin and I did the same. "I'm surprised you held out that long. I would've ran away" I laughed. He laughed with me. "Oh! Um..." he said, reaching for his pocket. He took out his schedule and showed it to me. "Could you help me find my class?" He asked. I nodded and looked at his schedule. We had the same schedule! "We have the same schedule! So just follow me for today" I tell him. He nodded as I guided him to our first class together