[Marinette's POV]

I surely am going to win this competition, i thought as my eyes sparkles at multiple possibilities. I have never tried crossdressing. I have always consider weird. But it might not be as weird if we do it together.

I think it will be a fun and new experience. With this bet, I can ensure his participation. Hehe. I thought as I put my attention back to the class. Don't want any teacher getting mad at me.

<Time Skip>
It's finally over. I mean the school day is finally over! Yes. I didn't break any rules. Though, there are a few times I nearly do, thanks to my old habits. Adrien bugs me a bunch of time during lunch. I am pretty sure it's related to me. Me, I mean as Marinette.

Right now, I am walking at the hallway. Searching for a certain someone to do what they promised they will do.

I looked around as I saw a familiar head and was about to call. But I saw another familiar blondie talking to him. Possib-no, Certainly asking for my identity. I inhaled my breath and exhaled. Calming myself down, preparing for our fight of words.

I walked ther slowly as I thought different situations and different combacks I can use. Which insults suits the best. Thinking my every move, ensuring no stuttering nor stops will happen.

As I tested my voice to be the pitch my voice I use to talk to him, I arrived at the scene. I then called his name. "Luka!" As I touched his shoulders.

"What are you doing with him." I said as I changed my tone while said the word him to sound more mocking and insulting.

"He wanted to talk. I don't want to though. So let's go, Cherry." He said as he grabbed my wrist and walked away pulling me. I was about to walk with him before I felt my other arm being pulled in the opposite way.

"Get your arms of her, Agreste." He said as he glared at Adrien.

I pulled my wrist away from his grip just to hold his hand gently with the motive of calming him down. It seemed to work as he just held my hands and pulled me away. I pulled my hand in the same direction. Adrien's grip was not that strong from the start. So winning in strength against two person has 0 %.

"Wait. Luka. I really just need to talk to you. It's about her. Please." He said desperately looking down. I let him, one reason only. Because even if he asked Luka. He will only fall to a dead end. Friends which is a girl that is close with Luka with initial D is only Doll.

'Her parents named her doll because her resemblence fits too much of a doll. She is beautiful and elegant. The other reason is because she is as lifeless as a doll. She will only turn livelier talking about music and fashion. Hence why she is one of my friends and Luka's. We have the same interest and she is really nice to have as a company.

She is lifeless in the outside. But, once you spend much time. You know what all her little gestures by heart. Just like how I did. Without seeing her smile, I can already tell she was happy. She doesn't need to show emotions. That's what we believe.

Don't judge a book by it's cover. Although we are cruel and merciless gangs. We still cherish our members. We are unique people of sociaties which are bonded with the same goal. To achieve our wish.

Luka is not a part of our gang. Because, I didn't want to make him suffer. We use cruel ways thats why people look at us in different spotlights. He belongs to the normies. We belong to, well this little group of ours.' I thought as I hear someone call to me.

"Cherry! Earth to Cherry!" I heard as I got back to reality and looked at Luka waving his hand infront of me.

"Just talk to him." I said. He hesitated but wishes to end it faster. He nodded as I walked away from them. So they can have their alone time.

I leaned towards the wall as I listened to music using earphones. I turned it loud. But not loud enough that it will break my eardrums. But loud enough so I can just embrace the music and tune out all other sounds.

I was listening to music. Until I felt an arm covering my mouth with a certain cloth. I was about to scream for help. Before all my energy abandoned me and I blacked out

<Not reread, Not edited, which means please pardon my horrible grammar and misspells.>