"I hate him!"

"No you don't."

"Yes I do Alya you don't know anything!" Marinette yelled, flopping onto her bed and pulling at her hair with one hand and on the phone with Alya with the other. "He can't just do that!"

"But he did girl," Alya laughed. "And you wouldn't make it such a big deal if Nathanael did it before you were dating."

"Yeah," Marinette sighed, biting her lip. "Alya?"

"Yeah?"

"Did he," she couldn't find her words. "Did he really rape me?"

Alya went silent. Marinettes breathing hitched in her throat as she waited for an answer. "Yeah, he did. He told us not to try to convince you otherwise, that he had it under control."

"Why didn't you guys do anything?"

"He just told us that you guys did it, only dropping the hint of rape to Nino who picks up everything. We couldn't believe Nathanael;a tomato who is as thin as a pinkie, would be capable of raping you, or anyone." Alya sighed, Marinette biting down on her lip harder, the taste of metal invading her mouth.

"Well he did."

"Yeah we know," Alya sighed. "But back to your boy drama! He kissed you! I thought you hated each other!"

"We do–did, hell if I know anymore!" Marinette growled as Alya laughed on the other end. "Everything here is terrible. The only good thing about it was you guys visiting."

"It can't be all bad. I mean, you got smoking hot guys while I have asshole premature French boys," Marinette chuckled. "Name one good thing about that place."

"There's nothing Alya. Everyone sucks and no one in this damn town has ever been out of it. They've all lived here for generations!" Alya laughed as Marinette groaned loudly. "I really just want to go back to Paris."

"Why don't you?" Alya asked. "I know you have enough cash on hand to by a train, or bus ticket so why don't you just do it."

"I don't want to worry my parents."

"You already worry them," Alya laughed. "Just leave a note saying you'll be back in a couple days."

"Where will I stay if I go?"

"With Chloe or like, in my room. I can always ditch school to hang with you."

"Your grades are bad as they are, I don't want to make them worse if I go." Marinette chuckled softly.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng using the word if! What is wrong with the world!"

"This town is giving me a severe case of depression," Marinette sighed, sitting up on her bed. "I really want to go back, but I don't want to worry my parents."

"Well you've ran away a number of times to my house and my parents always called yours and you went back a couple days later. Think of it like that!"

"Okay, fine I will," Marinette laughed. "I'll start packing and find a train that's capable of having me onboard."

Alya laughed. "There you go girl!"

˙•˙•˙

Marinette patted her hand against her leg as she waited for her train by the docks, humming to her music as she waited, leaving a note saying she went to Alya and would be back in a couple days to weeks. She flinched as someone hit her shoulder, Marinette turning her head quickly to look at them as she pulled out an earbud. "What is the ever so special Marinette doing all alone at a rusty old train station?" Marinette rolled her eyes, putting her earbud back in her ear, him holding her wrist and stopping her from putting it in. "I was talking to you."

"And I have nothing to say to you," Marinette growled as she glared into his green eyes. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"Because I can do what I want," Adrien crossed his arms, chucking. "Why are you at a train station?"

"Because I can do whatever I want," Adrien glared up at her, his eyes almost in a thin line. "I'm visiting my friend Alya in Paris," Adrien laughed as Marinette rolled her eyes. "Why are you here?"

"I saw you walk in," Adrien crossed his arms, his blonde hair falling in front of his eyes, as he leaned his head down, his hair moving to the side as he looked up at Marinette through the hairs. "And to escape."

"With the no money you have?"

"Actually I have money, it's just not on credit cards," Adrien glared at her. "I'm planning on going to Berlin."

"That's...really far." Adrien nodded.

"Let's me escape. I've gone that far before, further, even. My Mother calls me while I'm on the train back. It's just a trip there and back, no getting off."

Marinette hummed, grabbing his ticket and walking inside and trading it with the clears for one for Paris. She handed it back to him and sat down. "Well now you're going to Paris."