Still Alaya's P.O.V.

We walked across the street to our school. As soon as we reached the other side, an ombre haired girl ran up to us and tackled Marinette in a giant hug.

"Girl! Where have you been? School's about to start!" She said, then suddenly noticed me. I nervously rubbed my arm, looking at the ground as the ombre chick spoke. "Mari, who's this?" Marinette chuckled. "Alya, you remember how I was talking about the transfer student from America? This's her! Her name's Alaya!"

I looked up at the ombre chick. She had a wide smile plastered on her face. "It's so cool to meet you! I'm Alya, Mari's best friend and the perfect wing girl." She winked, and Marinette blushed slightly. Alya held out her hand.

My hair fell in front of my face as I reached my hand out to meet hers. "I-I'm... I'm Alaya." I stuttered. Alya just smiled. "That's so cool! Our names almost match!" I smiled faintly. "My friends call me Aly... Er... They would if I had any." (Got the reference?) I finished off, beaming now. I liked this Alya girl. She seems cool.

Suddenly, a white limo pulled up, and an orange haired girl rushed out to open the door. Once she did, a blonde girl pushed her way out of the vehicle, almost causing the orange haired girl to fall. She wore a black and white striped shirt and a yellow jacket, making her resemble a bee.

I moved closer to get a better look, sitting on the stairs. The other two females I was with followed reluctantly. The blonde haired girl who just arrived walked straight up to me. I definitely got a good look at her.

She wore white pants, a small blue charm on a golden chain hanging around her neck, and a little bit too much makeup. She smirked. "Are you with them?" I nodded, sitting up straight and brushing some hair out of my face. She looked at me a bit more before gawking.

"Oh.. Em... Gosh! Are you Alaya Jones? Daughter of Maybel Jones?!" I nodded "I'm such a huge fan!!" she continued. I sighed. 'Just great.' I thought. She helped me up. "I'm Chloé Bourgeois, the Mayor's daughter!" She grabbed my arm. "You're better off with me than these losers." She laughed. "You're better off with anyone than these losers." Another limo pulled up before I could have a chance to speak, and she let go of my arm. "Adrikins!" She squealed, rushing over to the limo.

I rolled my eyes, brushing myself off and turning back to Marinette and Alya. "Sorry girls..." I trailed off when I saw Marinette watching the limo with a dreamy look on her face, Alya trying to get her attention. I turned my attention back to the limo, studying the blond male who had gotten out, my jaw dropping when I saw the shimmering emerald eyes of the person I looked up to when it came to the fashion business.

He looked fairly nervous, watching the Mayor's daughter uneasily. Chloé was snuggling up against his chest, and he didn't look happy about it. I slowly began to walk forward, grabbing Marinette's arm and pulling her with me. She snapped out of her trance, following me towards the blond model. She tried pulling her arm back, but I wouldn't let her. I could tell she liked him and it became my new goal to make her dream become a reality.

I walked over to him, and was immediately greeted by Chloé. She looked torn, as if she was wondering who to be with at the time. I giggled slightly at her face, causing him to look at me. He looked confused when he saw me, and I moved hair in front of my face. Not because I was shy, - I tried not to be - but because I didn't want him to figure out who I was.

Instead, I flashed him a smile and studied him. He was wearing a black shirt with five stripes across his chest, covered by a white overshirt. He was wearing blue jeans with orange shoes that complimented them. My eyes were drew to his bag, and I caught a glimpse of something moving inside of it. I tilted my head slightly, my smile fading.

He caught my attention. "D-Do I know you? Are you new here?" I pushed Marinette ahead of me to explain. "Uhm..." She started. "H-She J-ust He-here... New York... From..." I glanced at Alya, who flashed a thumbs-up back. I sighed, moving Marinette to the side. "I'm a transfer student from New York." I stated. "Oh. I'm Adrien. Adrien Agreste." I nodded. "I know..." He just looked away. "I'm Alaya. Alaya Jones." He just looked back at me with a startled face.

(A/N) Haha Cliffy! Not really. Anyways... What do you guys think??