Marinette P.O.V.

My brain was still in shock after what had just happened: Adrien and Ethan. Fighting. Over. Me.

Um... WHAT?! I-I can't believe it! Was Adrien really jealous of Ethan or am I hallucinating? Probably, but I still can't shake the fact that Adrien said he might've wanted to date me! Me! Maybe it was just the heat of the moment for why he said it, or maybe the cold was getting to his head. Either way, he still said it!

My stomach was in knots as Ethan pulled me through the halls of the palace back to the dining room. I could faintly hear Adrien's calls from behind us, but I was too much in a haze to reply. 

"Ethan? Why are we walking so fast?" I asked. My feet were going to fall off if we continued, so he slowed down until we were at a walk. 

"S-Sorry, Marinette.  It's just that, um..." Ethan answered, kind of, and trailed off as we stepped into the dining room. My class's wide eyes were on us, giving me a few more butterflies than I already had. 

Then suddenly, all hell broke loose.

"Marinette?!"

"Is that really you?"

"Are you actually a princess?!"

"Why are you holding hands with this guy?"

"Explanation. Now."

"What happened?!"

"Where did you get your dress?"

"Is this why you were gone?!"

My class continued with their questions as I tried to smile as best I could. Ethan seemed to have noticed I wasn't enjoying the attention, so he put his arms out, giving me space to breathe from the crowd of students around me. I smiled at him with a thankful look, then turned to my classmates.

"Alright, everyone. One question at a time," I said, pointing my index finger up. Everyone raised their hands simultaneously, making me giggle. I pointed at Ivan, who was holding Mylene's hand.

"Do you really live here?" He asked, then wrapped the arm he raised his hands with around Mylene's shoulders. I crossed my arms and furrowed my brows as I thought about it. Do I live here? Or is this just temporary?

"I've actually never thought about it. I'll have to get back to you on that, Ivan," I replied, and everyone else hands shot up immediately. The next person I pointed to was Nathanael. His face went a bit pink and he clutched his green sketchbook nervously.

"Who's that g-guy your holding hands w-with?"

"My name's Ethan. I'm a servant here at the palace, and a new...um...friend of Marinette's," Ethan answered for me, and I looked at our hands. They were intertwined neatly together, almost like lace. I immediately blushed profusely and pulled my hand away from his, laying it on the soft fabric of my dress. 

"Are you and Marinette dating or something?" Alix yelled from the back of the crowd. My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped. Me? And Ethan? Ha, no way...

"W-Were n-not dating," Ethan stuttered. I looked up at him and saw he was a deep red. 

Oh no. Does this mean Ethan likes me? What if he does?! I don't like him back! Or, do I? No, of course not! I have feelings for Adrien and only Adrien, I thought to myself.

P.O.V. Change

Adrien P.O.V.

"Marinette! Come back!" I yelled as she was dragged into the palace with Ethan. Her face had shown bewilderment and shock, something I felt as well. 

Did I really feel that way about Marinette, or was I just so jealous of Ethan that I said it in anger? Maybe... Though, I couldn't shake off the idea that I was betraying M'Lady. I love her right? That kind of love can't be changed over the course of two days, can it?

Soon enough, my legs were moving again, and I was inside the palace. The cold that had been stinging my skin was replaced with sudden warmth, almost like a heated blanket wrapping around my entire body. My eyes quickly adjusted to the light and I saw the red walls of the palace. 

Suddenly, voices and screaming drifted down the halls, coming from what seemed the dining room my class was in. I ran as fast as I could to the noise, but froze before the door as I saw Ethan and Mari holding hands, smiling at everyone. They honestly looked like a couple, like, a really happy couple, and that made me feel sick. Sick enough to throw up. 

In some weird, confusing way, I felt like I was being cheated on. Almost as if Mari was with someone else, while she was with me. Is...Is that what it's like? Is this was being cheated on feels like? Of course, she's not cheating on me. She isn't even my girlfriend, so it shouldn't matter. Yet, the feeling was still there, tugging and pulling on my chest.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, confusing me even more. Suddenly, they started to flow. Slow at first, then faster and faster, until I was sobbing. 

Before anyone had the chance to see me, I ran down the hall to the last place Mari and I talked, the rose garden. Ignoring the cold, I stepped out on to the staircase and to the bench Marinette and Ethan had been sitting. Soon enough, I let out soft cries, and my chest hurt, more than it did before.

"Hey, Adrien. What's wrong? Has your princess fallen for someone else and you've just now realized it?" Plagg asked. I rubbed my nose with wrist and looked up at him. At first, he had a smug and wry expression, but it quickly turned to sympathy as he saw me. I looked at him, pleading for help with out words. Plagg sighed, flew over to a nearby rose bush, and plucked a fully bloomed, light pink rose. I knit my eyebrows in confusion and the tears slowed down, creating a sort of lump in my throat.

"Here, kid," was all he said as he handed it to me. I looked at him, then burst into tears again. The light pink flower only reminded me of Marinette more and more, the color of her lips, cheeks, and her dress. "It's okay. What your feeling is normal. It's called jealousy and heartbreak."

Strangely, Plagg's normal, annoying attitude had morphed itself into a caring and empathetic one. I tried as best I could to cut the tears off by clearing my throat, but they didn't.

The only thing that really raced through my mind was thought of Mari with someone other than me, and I couldn't bear it. Clutching the pink rose with my fist, I furrowed my eyebrows harder, trying to clam myself down. That is until Plagg's yell filled my mind.

"Adrien, run!" He screamed, making me look up. There was a dark purple butterfly headed my way, or what I called it, an Akuma. 

Oh no, this can't be happening! I-I can't be akumatized! I'm Chat Noir! Who know's what I would do if I were under Hawkmoth's control! I thought as I sprang up from the bench and onto my feet, but it was too late...

"Hello, Adrien. I'm Hawkmoth."

(A/N Oh boy look what we have here. This should get wild, huh? Aaaahhh this is so exciting! And I can't believe this story's almost at 1,000 reads! WOW. I honestly just want to thank you all for being there for me and staying when there isn't a new chapter up. It really means a lot to me. I love each and every one of you, so I just want to say thank you! <3

Oh also have you guys seen the new spoilers for season two, cuz i'm flipping out right now!!!! AAAAHHHHHHH

Anyway, I will be writing a chapter very soon, so stay in touch my little chatons. Buh-Bye!)

-Lennie