Mon Chatain Méchant

Chapter IX

"Marinette! You coming?"

I yelled up the stairs hearing frantic movements.

"You go on ahead of me, I will meet you there!"

I chuckled at how shaky and rushed her voice sounded.

"Alright, Mari, see you at school."

Still laughing I walked outside and stepped in the limousine that waited for me.

"Good morning, Mistress (Y/n). You look lovely as usual."

I smiled at Vincent.

"Good morning, Vincent, as do you."

He softly chuckled at my comment and began to drive to the school, which surprisingly was only five minutes away.

"We're here."

Vincent stepped out of the limo and walked to my door, opening it for me.

I stepped out the limo, and took a deep breath.

"Hm."

I smirked and took off my sunglasses, placing them on my shirt, and walked up the stairs to the school.

When I walked in, I saw a decent sized group of people talking... I only knew one.

"Hey, Chloé."

Chloé turned and gasped running up to me.

"Oh, (Y/n)kins, so nice to have you here."

I smiled and thanked her.

"Thanks, Chloé, glad I could come."

I looked around and noticed that everyone was talking and looking at me.

Maybe they don't like me?

I shrugged it off and turned around finding Marinette walking in with another girl.

Walking up to Mari, I smiled at both her and the girl beside her.

"Hey, Mari, who's this?"

I looked over to the girl who stood next to her, she was tan and was a medium height with hazel eyes. She has dark reddish-brown wavy hair that goes slightly past her shoulders, with the tips of her hair having a lighter shade of copper red. Above her right eyebrow, she had a beauty mark.

"Oh, this is my best friend Alya, Alya Césaire."

I smiled and took her right hand placing a kiss on the back.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Alya, I hope we can be good friends."

Alya smiled big and nodded.

"Yeah, girl, you bet; so how do you know Marinette?"

I looked over at Marinette and smiled.

"She didn't tell you? Mari is my cousin."

Marinette laughed nervously and looked over at Alya.

"Y-yeah, sorry, I must have forgotten to mention it."

Alya face palmed and smiled a gentle smile.

"So, I'm guessing you need someone to help you out today?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, I don't know where I'm supposed to go."

Alya took my hand and started walking, Mari not too far behind us.

We made it to the lockers and Alya showed me mine, which happened to be right next to hers.

"Here is your locker and combination, place your things in here that aren't needed for class, and Marinette and I will take you when you are done."

I smiled and thanked her, placing a few items in the locker, then closing it.

"Hey, Alya, how are you?"

A voice emerged from next to me, I could tell he was male.

"Oh, hey, Adrien, I'm good. How are you?"

I turned and saw him, Adrien Agreste, the famous model who was the son the well-known fashion designer Gabriel Agreste, or at least that's what Mari told me.

Mari was right, he is pretty.

I smiled at the boy in front of me, only causing his already tinted cheeks to grow even more red.

"Hi, (Y/n). Nice to meet you."

I stuck out my hand and shook his slightly larger one.

"Adrien Agreste. I've heard of you, (Y/n), you were amazing at nationals."

I smiled slightly bigger at his complement.

"Thanks."

He rubbed the back of his neck and gave a light chuckle.

"Yeah, no problem. Anyways I gotta get to class. Later, Alya. later, (Y/n)."

I waved goodbye and turned back to Alya.

"Ready? The first class we have is language arts, so we should be on our way. Marinette should be holding our seats."

I nodded and followed Alya.