For You

Chapter Four

After everything that had happened, Marinette had little to no hope that things would get any better.

She felt like a fool, and nothing she ever did was considered socially acceptable.

Why do I have to be so damn awkward!?

She cringed as she thought about the incident that occurred just a few hours before. She gently rubbed the band-aid that covered her elbow as she remembered how she instantly became the center of attention.

The malicious laughs began to torment her fragile mind as she felt warm tears begin to form.

She could feel the cold stares and evil laughs surrounding her. At that very moment, all she wanted to do was to run away and forget any of this ever happened.

Her head hung low, but her self-esteem hung even lower. By going to school, she thought she could change the past, and forget her mistakes. But no! Nothing changed since the day she first stepped foot into this place.

As she began to walk away from everyone, the din quickly faded away into oblivion. She didn't dare look at any of them. To them, she was a clumsy nobody, and that made her feel very insecure.

She eventually made her way over to the nearby staircase. Luckily there wasn't anyone around, so she could enjoy some peace and quiet for just a moment.

However, fate had other plans. Before she could take another step, someone pushed her with tremendous force.

Everything happened so fast. Before her body came to a standstill, she was able to see the faint outline of the person who had pushed her. It was difficult to tell, but Marinette had a very good idea of who it was.

"Argh..." She held onto her aching head.

With her belongings scattered across the floor, she felt defeated. She was all alone, and no one cared to assist her.

Her head still ached a lot, but she ignored the crippling pain. She didn't care; all she wanted was to get out of here and forget about everything.

As her hand reached down to grab her pencil case, a larger hand landed upon hers.

When her sad bluebell eyes met a pair of very peculiar blue ones, she felt heat rise to her cheeks. What was this warm feeling flowing from deep within her soul? Was it embarrassment, or perhaps curiosity?

She couldn't figure it out, yet she hoped that it was a good feeling.

"Uhm... You okay, Marinette?" He asked a little concerned.

She suddenly forgot how to speak. Her eyes were instantly lost in a sea of such deep mystery, and couldn't help but stare.

"Uh..." She tried.

The musician kindly helped the clumsy girl gather her belongings before pulling her to her feet. He gave her a sweet smile as he handed her a few books.

Marinette tried to hide her blush as she reached for her things, but it was basically impossible. She felt so shy all of a sudden. A deep red pigment covered her cheeks as she looked to the ground; hoping to minimize the chance of anyone seeing it.

"Thanks, Luka. That was really kind of you."

"It's only a pleasure. Besides, if someone needs help with anything, I'll always try to assist."

An uncomfortable silence quickly filled the space between the two teens. Marinette felt really awkward all of a sudden, but smiled nonetheless.

"So..." Luka began, "Are you still coming to band practice this weekend?"