Soulmates

Chapter 12 - In Trouble

(A/N) Looky here, I'm starting to catch up with the few weeks I had missed. It might be short lived though, trying to get my old job back so I'll be working nights 4 days a week. at least that doesn't start till Mid Feb, so hopefully I will have most of this story out by then.

I'm getting excited for the future chapters to come, so many ideas are following through my head atm that I'm constantly putting pin points in my notes while I'm writing a new chapter. I think I know how to end this and I'll be sad when it does!

Just a quick note though, this story was rated T for a reason and I have added a little language into this chapter; if you classify it as that. I don't really have a problem with it, but just to be safe I thought I would warn you all.

Enjoy...

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"Agreste!"

Alya had shouted from the top of the school steps, point her finger at the blonde before stomping towards him.

"I would run if I were you dude." Nino had whispered into the model's ear before slipping away into the crowd of students.

Great friend he was.

Adrien had made a small squeak sound, looking around for an escape route. Anywhere that would get him away from the angry reporter before she had gotten to him.

It would be a good time to transform into Chat Noir. Adrien thought, sweat beading down his face.

Alya was an inch from him, her eyebrows furrowed and her breathing was unsteady. She placed a hard finger to his chest poking it while she hissed at him.

"You." *Poke* "You got some nerve, sunshine boy" *Poke* "So I suggest you start explaining." *Poke* "You don't want to know what I'm capable of." *Poke*

"First off... Ow! That is going to bruise." He rubbed his chest where Alya had obviously started up a bruise. "Second, I don't know what you are talking about."

The reporter looked down and shook her head before she looked back up at his green eyes, still close in his personal space.

Another poke jabbed into the same spot as before, making the boy yelp from the contact.

"Marinette!" She yelled, making half the students look her way. "Your the reason she isn't here today!" *Poke* "What did you do Agreste?"

"Look-" Adrien backed away from the angry girl, waving his hands out in front of him in defence. "-I'm still not sure what your getting at but how do you know this has to do with me?"

Alya wasn't that much shorter then the blonde but she still had a way to tower over him whenever she wanted to.

She walked back up to him, making him lean back away from Alya's finger that was now hovering over his face.

She was quite scary when she wanted to be.

"You know full well what I'm getting at model boy." Alya huffed. "You put my girl on the sidelines, allowing her heart to break while you cosy up to miss fencing partner." Her finger was getting closer and closer to his face, making Adrien lean back more and more until he couldn't. "I'm surprise she hasn't been akumitized because of you. I count my lucky stars that she isn't akumitized right this instance, or I'll send your sorry ass out on the feild to sort out the mess you have made."

How Ironic.

Backing away a bit, the reporter sighed. "I know Marinette wouldn't want me telling you this but I will not watch my friend suffer anymore." Alya started, taking a deep breath, ready to scold the blonde again.