The next day, Saturday, you decided to not actually skip class and pretend that nothing had happened. You would put on fake smiles and forced happy eyes when it's the exact opposite on the inside. The bell rang, hurting your ears. You grudged towards your next class alone. When you sat down, Alya immediately took notice of your weird atmosphere around you. You silently gave her a blank smile before taking a seat next to her. Nathaniel noticed it as well and look at Alya for an answer to his confused look. She only shrugged before not bothering you ever again. You thought that it was okay of her not talking to you, even if it takes forever.

Finally, Ms. Bustier walked in, with a few books in her arms, followed by both Adrien and Marinette. Your stare shifted downwards, as you fidgeted your hands underneath the table. It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay. You whispered to yourself. You spared a little peek at the boy in front of you, and boy, did it bring back so many memories; either good or bad ones. 

The thoughts made you frown deeper. Alya placed her hand on your shoulder. "Girl," she whispered. "Are you okay?"

It took you a minute to respond. "Yeah, I-I'm... okay."

"Are you sure?" She asked again. You leaned your head on your palm, your wisps of hair falling down on your face. Honestly, you were on a verge of panic attack. You didn't really want to go to school today. You thought you could get through it, but you were wrong. So wrong, it's making you want to scream. Your eyes then flickered to the two people in front of you. Your ears trying to focus on Ms. Bustier's teachings. Your mouth went dry, and your throat was getting itchy. You saw them, laughing, bringing you back so many memories like yesterday. It's giving more aching pains to your heart. Your mind then went back to last night, when you cried and cried, after you realize you just lost your first best friend. You tried to steady your breathing, but you can't focus on one thing. You can faintly hear Alya's whispers over your heavy breathing. "Y/N!" She shook your shoulders, and your tears were beginning to burst. "Y/N, are you okay--"

Finally, you slammed the table and raised your hand. "Miss--! Miss--"

Everyone looked at you, slightly alarmed. Even Ms. Bustier was surprised to see your tear-filled eyes. "Yes? Y/N, is there something wrong?"

Yes, yes! Everything is wrong! 

You let out a squeak, a sign that you wanted to cry more than anything. "I... I--" You suddenly held your stomach and puffed your cheeks. "I need to go to the bathroom... please."

The whole room was quiet, you know everyone was looking at you. You suddenly felt conscious and ugly, making you want to cry more and shut the people out. Even with the curtain-like hair around your face, you could see the blond boy staring at you, concerned. You looked down even further, trying to hide your face. 

Ms. Bustier, seemed to be slightly convinced, but decided that she didn't need an explanation when she saw your crumbling state. "Um, o-okay, you may go, Ms.--"

Before she could call your name, you were squeezing yourself between Nathaniel and his table. After roughly doing so, you ran quickly, still holding your mouth and stomach. The students were concerned and worried about your state, but then insisted to check on you after class. 

Reaching the bathroom, you opened one stall in the back, lifting the seat and opened your mouth. You gasped, gagged, but nothing came out. Still, you felt really sick and ugly. When nothing came the second time, that's when the tears flowed through. Sobs went out as well, really complimenting your tears, they go together so perfectly. You leaned your hand on the wall in front of you, trying to balance yourself. You cried and cried and cried and cried. You didn't care, you'll go home in the next 30 minutes anyway. So you screamed loudly, sitting down on the toilet seat after closing it. You covered your eyes with shaking hands, your feet going up in hopes of hiding yourself. 

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You sniffled, staring at the floor. You wiped your nose, trying to stop yourself from crying anymore further. Eventually, you shook your head. He wasn't even worth it. Why am I beating myself over him? C'mon, Y/N, it's been two days already. You gotta move on. 

Taking a deep breath, you stood up a minute after and fixed your clothes. You then unlocked the door and walked towards a mirror. 

Your hair was a mess, and your eyes were bloodshot. Your face was stained with tears and lips were chapped. You sighed, choosing to wash your face and brushing your hair with fingers. You practiced smiling in front of the mirror just in case someone would ask you if you were okay. You tried to wear a normal smile, but it all comes out as fake and forced. 

Suddenly the bell rang, making you jump and slightly panic. You forced your shoulders to relax and took a deep breath before opening the bathroom door. You decided to fix your clothes on the way to your classroom, when you bumped to someone. 

Actually, they threw themselves on top of you. 

"Y/N!"

You heard her voice right next to her ears. "A-Alya-?"

She pulled you away from her and grabbed your shoulders. "Y/N, what the heck happened to you?" 

This was the moment you practiced for. You smiled and looked at her in the eye. "I'm fine," you said without stuttering. 

Alya smiled a little, "Wait, really? I thought for a second you were crying because of some boy." 

I am. 

"Uh, no, of course not. I- I would never cry over some boy-- pshhh-" You cut yourself off, laughing at yourself for being pathetic. 

"Okay..." Alya raised an eyebrow,  but then her eyes lit up. "Hey, uh, Ms. Bustier said there's some project and it's by partners, and uh, she assigned us to be partners! So, um, wanna go to my house to do the assignment? It's due tomorrow and uh, we have so little time to do it..." 

"Uh..." you looked down, thinking that if you say yes, you will successfully distract yourself from hurt. If you say no, you'd just break down and cry again. "S-sure, sure. Um, I'll go."

Alya grinned. She hugged you tightly. "Great! I'll see you later, okay?" You nodded in reply, watching her approaching Nino, her boyfriend, and whispering something in his ear. He nodded, as he gave her a stern and determined stare. Alya reciprocated the look. She glanced at you for half a second before turning towards him again. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and anxiety. You shook your head and headed towards your classroom to get your backpack. 

You stopped yourself from entering the classroom when you saw the person you least expected to bump into. 

There he was, arranging his things. He was the only guy in the room, all of your classmates were outside already. You sighed, rolling your eyes. You didn't step in, you didn't even want to show yourself to him at all. So you stood by the side of the door where you weren't seen. You tapped your foot against the tiled floor and waited for him to get out so you could get in. You really want to avoid this boy as far as possible. A minute passed, and he still hasn't walked out the door. What's taking him so long? 

You sighed, turning your head towards the room. Instead of seeing chairs, tables, you saw his eyes just millimeters across from yours. You gasped, stepping a foot away from him. Adrien laughed, clutching his stomach tightly. You saw that he was ready to leave so you sprinted inside the classroom to quickly gather your things into your bag. 

You felt him walk inside the room with you, with a worried expression. "Y/N?" You winced when he said your name, but you continued to pack, now feeling embarrassed more than ever. "Y/N." He said again, moving closer. He heard you sniffle and it caused his eyebrows to furrow more. 

You sobbed, now finished stuffing your backpack. "What."

"What..." Adrien started, trying to reach for your arm, but you retracted it. "What happened?"

"Nothing," you muttered, your glossy eyes visible to him. "I'm fine," you answered before him even asking about it. You moved your lips upward and faced him. "See? I'm okay. I'm smiling, so I'm alright."

You ducked down and walked away, before he snatched your wrists, stopping you. You avoided his eyes, looking down as you did. He shook his head. "No. No, you're not--"

"What makes you say that?" You whispered. "What makes you think that I'm not okay?" You roughly pulled your arm away. "I'm fine, okay?! It's none of your business." You turned around fully, walking outside before saying, "You won't care anyway."

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"So when it was time to pick partners, Ms. Bustier wanted you and Adrien to be partners, but then I remembered that you hate him, and uh, so I insisted that I should be your partner, so Nino was Adrien's partner in the end." Alya shared. 

You nodded. "Uh huh, okay."  

Alya decided that she would walk with you from now on, starting today, and since you would be going to her house this afternoon, she insisted that you should walk with her. She was telling you a story of how Ms. Bustier picked partners for the project tomorrow. 

"So," you started. "What's this project about?"

Alya's eyes widened. "Oh, uh, it's-it's about asking questions to your best friends and about finding the truths about them in a friendly, sweet way! That's why I want you to be my partner."

You nodded absentmindedly. "Ah. Okay, that should be easy."

"I know, right." Alya chuckled, hooking her arm onto your elbow. "It's gonna be so exciting!"

You let her hold your hand. Meanwhile, you wondered how Nino and Adrien would be partners in the first place when Nino was transferred into the other class. 

end of chapter thirteen.

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