Marinette smiled as her parents continued to pack up their car. She had counted the days they had came to this god ridden town. 63 days, ten hours, forty three minutes and fifteen seconds, sixteen, seventeen- "Marinette no parties, understand?" Sabine eyed Marinette as her smile faltered as she stood on the steps.

"Yeah totally!"

"We mean it Marinette. We'll only be gone a week and we don't want to come back to a mess." Tom closed the trunk as Marinette nodded.

"Yeah yeah I get it! Now get going! You don't want to be late to your baking convention!" Marinette pushed them into their car, Sabine kissing her forehead before getting in and them driving off. Marinette sighed happily as she crashed on her bed, then opening her eyes and looking at her ceiling, not knowing what she could possibly do since she can't call Alya to throw a party, and she was yet to find a new best friend.

Marinette stood up and walked out of her room, then her house and to the park, sitting on a swing and sighing as she rocked back and forth. She felt someone hit the back of her head and growled, looking at the person as they sat next to her on the other swing. "Hey Princess." Adrien smiled.

"What do you want you filthy alley cat?" Marinette growled as she rubbed the back of her head, Adrien laughing as he swung at her speed.

"Nothing," Adrien shrugged his shoulders. "I saw your parents leave."

"Yeah they have this baking convention or something." Marinette shrugged her shoulders.

"Why don't you throw a party?"

"I don't know enough people to throw a party." Marinette shrugged her shoulders, Adrien laughing and standing up.

"Well if you invite me then my friends will show up then their's, then their's and soon everyone in school will be there." Marinette laughed, her teeth glowing against the distant setting sun.

"Sure, why not."

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Marinette bit her lip as the music pounded against the floor, her body tingling as it invaded her bones as he kissed down her body. "W-Wait," Marinette sat up and he sat up, looking at her as she tucked her hair behind her ear. "I-I barely even know you."

"I'm Grade 10, but I've noticed you everyday," he kissed her neck, Marinette letting out soft moans as his fingers inched closer under the hem of her skirt. "I love you Marinette."

"You barely know me, Michael," Marinette bit her lip as he continued to kiss and feel her body. "No stop," his hand moved further up her thigh, Marinette pushing his hand back. "S-Stop."

Michael brought his hand up further, kissing and sucking on Marinettes neck as her door opened a little, someone running into the room and pushing Michael off of her, punching him in the jaw then pushing him out of the room. "You okay Marinette?"

"Why does every know my name?" Marinette shook her head as she slid her shirt on.

"You're the City Girl. Everyone knows your name," he laughed, his brown hair sticking back and away from his navy blue eyes. "I'm Zack. We have Art and science together. I sit behind you." He smiled and Marinette nodded and hummed.

"Well unless you're looking to get with me, you can kiss that sorry excuse goodbye." Marinette stood up and walked downstairs, Zack smiling and shaking his head, soon walking downstairs and finding Adrien.

"Hey Adrien," Adrien smiled at him. "What do you know about Marinette?"

"Not much, she likes pink and can play violin, that's about it," Adrien shrugged his shoulders, taking a long slug from the cup in his hand. "Why?"

"Nothing."

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Marinette hummed as she closed her locker door during lunch, Adrien emerging from the locker room once again with a towel on his head and his shirt in his hand. Her party was yesterday, everyone who drank heavily hating her for throwing it. She watched as Zack smiled at her from the other end of the hall and walked up to her, pulling flowers from behind his back. Pink roses. He smiled as he put the flowers out to her. "I-I really like you Marinette. Would you consider going on a date with me?" Adrien got to his locker as Marinette took the flowers from his hand, soon dropping them to the ground.

"I hate roses," she closed her locker and walked off. "And I'm way out of your league." She flicked her hair and walked away from him.

Adrien patted Zack back as he picked up the flowers. "She's mean, I told you that."

"No you didn't and she's down for a chase, I can dig that," Zack smiled. "I hope she knows how to run." He ran his hand through his hair as he walked away and tried to find something else to give her.