-Marinette

I scrunched my noise at the sight of Adrien and Chloe together. My god, gross. It's funny, Adrien told me he loved me last year, but as a new year abrupt, he totally forgot about me and started being lovey-dovey with that bitch. Okay, I honestly sound jealous, I'm not. I'm pissed.

          I saw Chloe, possessive as ever, glaring at every girl at the 'popular table' who she knew had a crush on Adrien. I looked down at my chest, yeah I was flat. Maybe, Adrien is just a pervert and likes girls with big breast sizes. Chloe does have a big one, I heard she was a D, in middle school; yeah crazy. I saw my old ex- bestfriend sitting next to Chloe, giggling. Chloe only trusted Alya, as her new bestfriend. Alya couldn't agree more. After my little breakout, she stopped talking to me. She sends me dirty looks probably every week, or plain out ruining me. Yup, some friend.

    -Adrien

          I sighed at the sight of Marinette, my actual love. My god, at the least; I hate Chloe. Chloe's dad and my dad were bestfriends, so she probably tugged on some strings with her excessive whining and begging. And besides, I hate that man. My god, he annoys the fuck out of me. I probably hate her whole family, to the least.

          Another reason why I hated Chloe was because she would try to get my attention, when in clearly; I am looking at Marinette. I rarely see her, sure as chat and ladybug, but she never looks at me either. She never smiles, only gets the things right, and leaves the press at hand. She doesn't care about anything anymore because of me. "Adrien!" Chloe yelled. "Are you even listening to me?" Chloe barked. My god I hated her. I nodded my head slowly, not actually caring. "Okay, good!" Chloe smiled grabbing my arm. She didn't even bother to care because her ass would get into an argument and I would call it off.

          I peered my eyes to Marinette, seeing she is standing up, cold, dead eyes, with her emotionless face. I saw her throw her trash out, and walk out the room without a peep. I wanted to stand up, I wanted to go up to her, kiss her, and tell her the whole god damn side of my story. I always some how fantasize of her making out with me, but I literally can't help it.

          "I-I'm going to the bathroom." I reply, standing up; as my chair made a squeaky sound from the pressure. I felt queasy, maybe I really needed to use the bathroom. I ran out to the hallways, spotted Marinette. I run up to her, smiling at her from the side as she looked straight into my eyes. My god, she is beautiful. "H-hey." I stutter, my face and body turning red and hot. "What." I haven't heard her graceful voice in a long time.

          "Just wanted to catch up with you." I awkwardly laugh, she isn't showing any emotion; it is kind of scaring me. "Okay. That's nice." I smiled at her words, hoping she would start talking with me again. "But that's lies. And it's useless. And I don't like liars." I frowned, biting my lip. "Sorry to exchange your mood." She replied so coldly, deadly and still I am in love with her. I could care less about her attitude toward me, I loved her.

          "So, how has it been doing?" I am just trying. "It's been going like life." Marinette replied, walking a bit faster. "Come on! Don't you want to talk with me?" I nudged her shoulder playfully, smiling. "Hope you are joking right now." She replied, she left me speechless. I love her, so this is what I get from being a dick. I could have been dating Marinette, making her happy, and actually being happy. Instead, I'm rejected, I'm in a karma state, and I'm dating a bitch. What else could go wrong?

    -Marinette

          I storm to my locker, gritting my teeth. He didn't speak to me for a year and out of the blue, he is all buddy-buddy with me. Bullshit; is right here. "Yo, Marinette." I heard the same voice that honestly sounds like a 1990 stereotypical movie with 360 quality. "What?" I replied, clenching my fist. "Just wanted to ask if you wanted to go out some time?" He was biting his lip, smirking. My god, fuck. "Aren't you dating Alya? And I don't like you, I can't even remember your name." I replied, completely honest. "I'm dating her, but I always had an eye for you." He smirked, coming closer. "Cunt." I replied coldly, slapping him directly in the cheek, as my eyes continued to look emotionless.

          "You on drugs?" I asked, slamming my locker. "What do you mean?" He asked, putting his hand on the locker. "My god, cut the act. What the hell do you actually want?" I asked, rolling my eyes. "Ah, come on. Alya won't find out." He perch his lips. "Fuck no. Alya may not be my friend anymore, but I cannot do that to someone. And besides, you don't even like me." I replied. "You don't know that." He muttered. "Cut the acting." I said grabbing my books and walking to class. Somehow, I bumped into Adrien, great. "What were you guys talking about?" He seemed concern, like a person who is very overprotective. "Things." I mumbled trying to go to the other side of the room. Of course, he blocked me. "I'm just trying to go to class." I sighed. "You are going to be forty minutes early to class. You have time." My god.

"Please just leave me alone." I whisper grunting. "We have AP World History anyway. The class is right over there." He put his arm on my shoulder, as my reflexes twitched and moved. "It's none of your god damn business, Agreste." I spat, glaring at the floor. Before Adrien could say anything, I left the halls, walking to AP history. Adrien and Nino may have been my friends before, but I would have never imagined them to remember me. They had more friends, and I was honestly done with their shit.

    - 40 minutes later

          "Okay, class, today we will be discussing a project." Everyone smiled in excitement, giggling a little, yet I was mad, completely at this damn teacher. "It will be also assigned by me." Everyone's face dropped, while I was frowning, completely. My god, I hated this teacher completely. "Okay, let's begin. Rose with Juleka, Alix and Nathaniel, Ivan with Kim, Max with Sabrina, Marinette and Adrien, and finally Alya and Mylene. I fill be passing out a sheet of paper, so when you and your partner gets it, I want you both to review it." I frowned, karma must be a bitch because I, out of all the people am doing with Adrien. I would have been all giddily last year and not able to process words, but right now, I'm pissed. 

This is the sequel to "We don't talk anymore!" I got a lot of positive feedback when I asked if you guys wanted a second book, so here it is! Thank you all so much for reading chapter one; have a good night!