"Jeez, Mari, you need some sleep!"

Alya nudged Marinette who had fallen into a doze for the third time this lesson. She awoke with a half-hearted nod and a mumble that she'd been up late. The brunette laughed to herself.

"I can see that. What were you doing to keep you up so late? You weren't working on another load of designs were you? God knows one day you're going to work yourself into overdrive..."

"I was talking to someone," Marinette grumbled. Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw Adrien perk up a little and turn his head just a little in their direction. It's nothing, she thought to herself. He's probably just bored of the Physics...

"WHAT?!"

Marinette's eyes flew open in alarm, as did most of the classes'. Alya was leaning in close, completely engrossed in any other details Marinette might leak.

"It's nothing!" she urged her, "seriously, we just got chatting and it went on for ages. That's it, I swear." Alya wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, smirked, and Marinette groaned aloud. "Seriously Alya! We just talked! Nothing else!"

"Did he want to do more d'you think?"

"I don't think so, he didn't ask to -"

"What's his name?"

"I don't - I'm not telling you!"

"Do I know him?"

"No, I don't think so -"

"Is he hot?"

"Does that matter?! It shouldn't matter should it?"

"Geez Marinette you get a boyfriend and I don't even get to see him!"

"Boyfriend?"

Adrien turned around in his seat and smirked at Marinette. She flushed scarlet and snapped at Alya,

"He is not my boyfriend! We've just been talking is all!"

Adrien grinned.

"It's great you've found someone Marinette! What's he like?"

"He's, well," Marinette stuttered, "he's blonde. Green eyes. Tall. Also," she rolled her eyes irritably at the thought, "really bad at puns."

"Sounds  like a laugh," Adrien smiled and Marinette swore her legs went to jelly. It was lucky she was sitting down or she'd be sprawled on the floor.

"Y-yeah," Marinette mumbled, almost incoherently as her brain tried to catch up with her furiously beating chest.

"I met someone too," he said, matter-of-factly. Marinette leaned in, interested.

"Really?"

"Yeah, on the internet. She seems really cool actually. We haven't been talking for long but she seems really nice. Maybe one day I'll get to Skype her or something."

"Sounds cool," Alya snapped quickly, drawing Marinette back to her seat sharply. She turned to Marinette who was staring at her hands. Eventually she looked up at her best friend who was glaring at her through her glasses.

"What? Literally, he's been doing all the flirting here. I haven't done anything to encourage him, to be honest I'm amazed he's still here anyway, I've been pretty mean sometimes to be honest but I guess -"

"My GOD Marinette! This is so insane! For all you know he could be a creepy paedophile who's actually forty years old or something -"

"And what about the people who follow your blog?" Marinette countered. "What about them? You have no idea who they are!" Alya couldn't respond to that so she merely pursed her lips irritably and muttered:

"Okay, okay, I see your point. But you have to PROMISE me to keep me updated on everything that happens between you two okay?" Marinette hesitated before nodding and Alya grinned widely. "Brilliant! Now just how serious are things between you two then? Do we expect a happy announcement at the end of the week?"

"ALYA."