Marinette really didn't expect to continue talking to 'Chat Noir' after their conversation yesterday; if what he said was true and he went to school in Paris too, then he'd have to fit messaging her into his school life. Surprisingly for her, she woke up to four new messages.

Chat Noir: good MEOWning my lady ;)

Chat Noir: sorry that was a bad one

Chat Noir: anyway how are you?

Chat Noir: LADYBUG ARE YOU AWAKE

You: I'm here Chat calm down

Chat Noir: sorry I thought you might have gone :(

You: I thought you wouldn't want to talk to me

Chat Noir: how can you think that?

You: I thought you'd just be another one of those guys who said stuff they didn't mean.

Chat Noir: I can see why you'd think that. I promise I'm not like that m'lady.

You: it's nice to know :)

Chat Noir: also not a fuckboy lol

You: how can I be sure of that

Chat Noir: haven't had the opportunity to date in the first place tbh.

You: homeschooled?

Chat Noir: for most of my life, yeah.

You: speaking of school

You: I'm late

Chat Noir: oh crap so am I

You: I'll talk later ok?

Chat Noir: I'll see you soon m'lady :)

Marinette ran to school so fast her shoes slipped off her feet, twice. Damn ballet pumps, she cursed under her breath. She sprinted into her class with Miss Bustier who was so used to her late appearances now she didn't bat an eyelid and simply gestured for her to sit down in her place next to Alya. With a relieved sigh she sank onto the bench while Alya rolled her eyes irritably.

"Where were you this time?"

"Overslept -" Marinette began, ready to make up another ludicrous story, but when she scanned the whole class she stopped herself. Alya seemed to be thinking the same thing.

"Yeah - Adrien's not here either. You have anything to do with that?"

"What? No! He probably just had an early photoshoot and all, being a model, and you know, son of Gabriel Agreste and, yeah, everything..."

Marinette trailed off; Alya was grinning.

"Mari- I'm teasing you. You need to learn to take a joke."

"I'm tired Alya," Marinette mumbled as she stretched, her back cracking a little when she yawned. "I don't do jokes first thing in the morning."

As Miss Bustier was about to quieten the class down a familiar blonde dashed into the class with messy, unstyled hair. Unusual for Adrien, who was now panting an apology at the teacher; she merely nodded and told him to sit down. He looked exhausted as he placed his bag down beside Nino's yet he was smiling widely. Marinette heard him mumble something about an unscheduled photoshoot and she rolled her eyes.

"Models..." She muttered to herself.

Part of her wondered if Chat Noir had turned up to school too late.

Another part of her wondered why she cared.