My third and final day with the Agreste's wasn't too eventful, just spent ignoring and distancing myself from Chloe who just seemed to have it out for me. It was rather annoying having to keep getting up from my chosen spot whenever she would come screech in my ear.

She's lucky I have more self control or I would actually punch her.

In my escape from Chloe once again, I managed to bump into a red head- and when I say red, I really mean red. Like, it looked like was dyed red, and honestly, it looked really nice on the boy, and his blue eyes contrasted with it greatly, though his pale skin made him look sickly, he seemed healthy.

He looked at me quietly, looking up from his scribbles to me as I sat down at the same table as him.

"Hi."

"Hewwo..." he mumbled, shyly, before going back to scribbling, though much slower. I turned to my own business, which was back to my new workbook. It was a peaceful silence to me, and the day seem to go buy rather quickly.

Before I knew it, Adrien was crying, not letting go of my hand as my parents tried to take me back home. I stared at him, trying to figure out just why this boy was so attached. He was such a popular child, but he always chose me, and while I don't mind it, this was too much.

"Adrien," I started, his cries ceasing slightly, as he sniffled, frowning, "this is not good bye, this is a see you later." I had taught him the phrases just today so he should still know what it means. His frown didn't go away, rather, it morphed into a pout, but he nodded. Giving him a quick hug, I pried his hand off of mine, and waved at him, going with my parents and finally leaving the Agreste home.

"How was your stay with them, Mari?" my mother asked, smiling down at me as we walked.

"It was fun," I admitted, "but I don't want to do it again."

"Oh?" Father chuckled, "Why is that?"

"Gabriel is too perspective, I don't like him."

"Well, Mari, some would say you're too analytical, but we still love you."

I made a face, "That's different."

They simply laughed.

-

In all honesty, going back to my own daycare was anti-climatic. Everything was far more chaotic, and I admitted to myself that I did miss the quiet control of Adrien's class, it was simply that. The stark difference between high class and lower and middle class would always be obvious.

I sighed, walking down the hall to my class, turning the corner only to run right into a wall. Due to the impact and my small being nothing against the wall, I fell back. I blinked, as I saw, rather than a wall, a pair of legs.

Tilting my head back, I was met with concerned, honey-brown eyes that sparkled with light only a child could hold, but still shone she brightly in her eyes even as she peered down at me.

"Oh my!" she exclaimed, "Sorry for bumping into you little miss!" Her voice seemed to match her eyes, warm honey.

"It's fine," I mumbled, pushing myself up to stand, fiddling with my fingers, staring at the ground as to avoid looking at her.

"You okay, little miss? You took quite a fall..."

"My name is Marinette, not little miss." I deflected, trying to stop her from calling me such things.

"Marinette? What a beautiful name!" Her smile shone bright like star, even when billions of miles away, it still had a shine that would make anyone jealous.

Her saying my name was worse than the nickname, damn it.

"Well, Marinette, I am Ms. Aime, I am the primary school teacher in the other building. Do you where Mrs. Baudrillard is?" The woman who I now know as Mrs. Aime, asked sweetly, explaining it slowly. I rolled my eyes, noticing her flinch at my reaction.

"I'm not stupid," I told her simply, "speak normally. Mrs. Baudrillard is in her office." I had been studying my new books quite a bit before coming back to my daycare. My vocabulary was expanding, and while I understood a lot, it was still a little difficult to pronounce words. Which is why I study and practice so much.

"I-I see...thank you, Marinette."

"Is that all?"

"Ah, um, yes."

"Have a good day, Ms. Aime," I bid her, walking around her and headed to my class room once more. I felt my face heating up, and after closing the door behind me, I let out a shaky breath.

My heart was beating so fast.

Too fast.

I brought my hands up to my cheeks, feeling the warmth, biting my lower lip. There was no way I...I couldn't be. No. I-

"Marinette? What a beautiful name!"

Damn it, I am.

I have a stupid-ass crush on that teacher. That really pretty teacher with honey brown eyes that sparkle with child-like excitement-

Wow, I'm whipped. I literally just ran into the woman and I'm acting like she's the love of my life. I think the fuck not, you trick as bitch if you think I'm going to let that happen.

"I'm sorry, is Miss Marinette in this class- oh, Marinette!" I stared at Ms. Aime blankly; are you kidding me? "Can I borrow you for a while?"

"Not my decision, ask the teacher."

Her grin stretched wide, seemingly excited about my answer. "You're absolutely right. Madame Neller, would you mind if I-"

"Take the brat," my jaw dropped at her lack of reluctance.

"I feel betrayed, Madame Neller," I humphed, hands on my hips in disbelief.

"And I didn't ask for you sassy remarks at my decision. Get out of here, Ms. Aime wants to speak with you," she looked straight into my eyes, "brat."

"Old hag."

"Go ahead and keep her for the day, just bring her back for pick up."

"I'm going to get you for this you-"

"Thank you, Madame Neller, I will definitely bring her back for her parent's to pick her up." Ms. Aime picked me up, interrupting mine and Madame Neller's petty argument. One of the many that has taken as she picked up on my sarcastic comments and obvious higher intellect, she didn't see a reason to baby me like everyone else. Which I greatly appreciated, but we more enjoyed nagging at each other.

The old woman was just a sarcastic and was not afraid to hurt my feelings. Especially when I slipped out a few swear words towards her after a rather heated argument over our heights.

Ms. Aime carried me into the other building, which was generally for primary students. She took me into a class room, which I assumed was hers what with the outside having her name on a plaque. She set me down before sitting down on a chair, she gestured for me to do the same, and since I couldn't really do anything else (except maybe run), I pulled a chair out and sat down in front of her. I pushed the rising heat away, willing myself to keep a stoic face while facing this woman.

"So I couldn't help but noticed that you're rather smart for a two year old."

Abort mission. I repeat, abort mission.

"I have no idea what you're talking about you cretin."

"That's a wonderful way of calling me stupid, Marinette."

Damn it.