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Mondays, funny enough, have always been Chloé's favorite days. That didn't change even after she got sick, since she got to videocall Adrien those days, early in the morning before she left with her daddy for her appointments at the hospital and late at night before sleeping.
Chloé's notice, however, that most of her friends and classmates don't seem to share her excitement about the start of the week.
As she enters the classroom (oh! Marinette's early today!) and waves at the two first rows closer to the door, to Sabrina, Alix and Max, is clear to her that only Adrien and Sabrina reciprocate with a shadow of her enthusiasm. Well, that won't do.
Instead of going to her seat, Chloé makes quick way to the front of the class. Putting her hands on her hips, she takes a deep breath of air.
"Hey, everyone!" she doesn't shout, but her voice is loud enough to attract the attention of all the class. Perfect. "I would like to invite all of you to a private party at the Grand Paris hotel next Monday!" she announces, grinning, holding up a hand right before cheers erupt from the back. "I'll need all your names, numbers and emails to send the invitations."
"Leave it to me, leave it to me! Please!" Sabrina raises her hand, eyes shining behind her glasses. " I'll make sure to give you a list in alphabetical order!"
"Thank you, Sabrina," Chloé smiles and nods the redhead's way. "I'm counting on you, then."
"Yesssss!" Sabrina cheers and immediately turns to the classmate behind her. "Hi! Would you mind telling me your full name, cellphone number and email address? Please and thank you!"
Chloé chuckles. Sabrina is always so eager to help...
"Hey, Goldilocks!" Alya calls for her, using the nickname Chloé likes more and more every time she hears it. The tanned girl waves a hand and Chloé walks her way, stopping in front of her boyfriend's seat and extending a hand his way. Adrien takes her hand with both of his and starts playing with her fingers, so much skinnier than his. Chloé smiles at him, puhsing his hair out of her forehead with her free hand, enjoying the softness and hearing a chuckle from Nino next to them. She, however, misses the pained expression crossing Marinette's eyes and the pat on the back that Alya gives her best friend.
When Chloé finally looks up, Marinette is busying herself scribbling in her notebook and Alya raises an eyebrow Chloé's direction.
"Uh, sorry. What do you need?"
"Information," Alya raises a finger. "I wasn't gonna mention it because I thought it could come off as rude or me trying to take advantage of you somehow, but since you just announced another of your famous parties, would you mind giving me an interview? You set the day, I'm ready whenever."
Chloé smirks.
"Turning into a yes-girl a little bit more everyday, Cesaire. You can try to deny it all you want, but I can feel it."
"Chlo," Adrien says in that tone that's a mix between nagging and fond exasperation.
"No, no, let her finish," Alya exhorts, mirroring Chloe's smirk. Marinette and Nino's gaze flicker from the blonde to the brunette, the first with something akin to fear, the latter with clear amusement. "You can feel what, exactly, Bourgeois?"
Chloé raises her chin, sky blue eyes sparkling.
"I can feel you falling for my charms, obviously."
Alya snorts so loud, various heads turn her way. Marinette asks her if she's okay and Alya snorts even louder, shaking her head.
"I don't get what's so funny," Chloé raises an eyebrow, cocking her hip. She looks at Adrien and tilts her head. "Did I say something funny, Adrikins?"
"A little," Adrien admits, bringing Chloe's hand to his lips and kissing the back of it softly. Chloé blushes, a warm pink coloring her cheeks. "But then again, I prefer she thinks is funny. If she falls for you like I did, there would be a problem."
"Oh, Adrikins," Chloé leans until her face is at the same eye level than her boyfriend's. "No, there wouldn't. My heart belongs to you and only you. It's been like that for years and it'll continue being like that. Forever."
Forever is a long time, Marinette thinks, forcing her eyes to focus on her best friend once again instead of in the couple of blondes. Sadly, her heart doesn't stop heaving inside of her chest.
"Well, what do we have here?" Miss Bustier asks, standing on the classroom's door.
"Chloé invited us all to a party, Miss Bustiers!" Chloé looks up to the high pitched voice that spoke. A petit blond girl with big blue dove eyes is clapping in her seat. Next to her, a tall, dark-haired girl with just one visible eye fidgets. Huh. Curious pair, Chloé thinks. "Isn't that amazing!?"
"It's marvelous," Miss Bustier agrees, walking to her desk. "However, I'll have to ask you all to wait until lunch time to gush about the news. Chloé, please go take your seat."
Pouting, Chloé quickly presses a kiss to Adrien's cheek and power walks to her seat, plopping next to Sabrina, who's still scribbling furiously in the back of her maths notebook. Chloé glances to the side, pressing her lips together to not laugh at the adorable look on Adrien's face and the funny expression in Nino's eyes. If she had glanced up, even just for a second, Chloé would also have noticed the torment ragging inside Marinette's bluebell orbs, and Alya's conflicted ones, flickering between her best friend and the new student she indeed liked more and more as days went by, just not in the way Chloé had implied.
During math class, the teacher assignes them in groups of four at random. Chloé sees herself sitting with the same petit girl, the tall dark haired one and the one with the colorful braids.
Chloé frowns as she does her best to remember their names. She points at each one as she recites them.
"Rose... Julia and... Mildred...?"
"One out of three," chirps the petit blonde. "I'm Rose! Rose Lavillant. Nice to meet you! And thank you for inviting us to your party! I can barely wait!"
"You're welcome, Rose Lavillant. I like your eyes and your general aesthetic. You look adorable. But your voice..."
"Oh, does it annoy you?"
"Not really. It's just so..." Chloé tries to find a word that accurately conveys exactly what she wants to express and fails. She shakes her head, annoyed. "I don't know. It fits you, I guess it's just not... for me?"
Rose giggles.
"I'm not sure I get what that means... But it's alright! Thank you for your honesty!"
Chloé smiles at her.
"You're welcome."
"I'm Mylène," the girl with the braids says next. "Mylène Haprèle. Hello... Thank you for the invitation."
"Don't mention it," Chloé declares. "Just make sure to go."
"Of course! I'll definitely attend!"
"Good. I like your hair. Did you dye it yourself? Do you switch them from time to time?"
Before Mylène can answer, the teacher calls for them to stop chatting and focus on the assignment. When he's not looking at them, Chloé sticks her tongue out in his direction. And, to the surprise of Rose, Mylène and Chloé herself, the dark haired girl lets out a soft laugh.
"She's Juleka," Rose presents her seatmate. "Juleka Couffaine. She's shy, so she doesn't talk much, but I'm sure she's also happy with the invitation to your party."
"I see," Chloe stares at Juleka for a long while and finally states. "You could be a model with some work."
Juleka's only visible eye widens the biggest Rose has ever seen. But before she can say anything, Chloé speaks again, eyes fix on the worksheet in her hands.
"Okay, what do we have to do, again?"
Rose giggles again and Mylene chuckles. Juleka, however, keeps staring at Chloé, until Chloé looks up again and Juleka quickly looks down.
The four girls finish the class work with ten minutes to spare.
"Sorry, girls," Mylène apologizes, sighing. "Maths isn't my strength..."
Chloé shrugs.
"We finish within the time and, to be honest with you, I hate maths. As long as we get a passing grade, I'm good."
"Yeah, Mylène, don't beat yourself up over this. We did our best!"
Next to Rose, Juleka nods.
Mylène sniffs, eyes glossy and thanks her group mates.
"No tears allowed," Chloé firmly states. She looks inside her purse and passes Mylène a yellow handkerchief. "Dry your eyes. And I want the contact info of the three of you," she gazes quickly to the teacher whose busy talking with the group of Sabrina, the other redhead, Lim and the biggest guy in the class. She pulls her cellphone out of her purse and passes it to Juleka. "Now."
After a quick glance of her own towards the teacher's desk, Juleka begins to tap as fast as she can.
Lunch break finds Chloé grinning at her friends as she shows them the three new contacts and friends she's made.
"Great job, Chlo-dude!" Nino claps, impressed.
"Juleka is there, so, yeah," nods Alya. "But then again, if you got Rose,Juleka would follow."
"That sounds like they're a package deal," Marinette and Adrien say at the same time. The difference lays on Marinette looking offended while Adrien being amused. They exchange a look, sharing a smile. Adrien's even more amused, Marinette blushes softly.
"Aren't they?" Chloé and Alya inquire, equally confused. They, too, look at each other. Chloé smirks while Alya rolls her eyes.
Nino, looking around, raises an eyebrow, not sure of what just happened.
"Sorry I'm late!" Sabrina arrives with her tray between her hands and her glasses slightly crooked to the right. "Oh, Chloé, did you reserve a spot for me?"
"Yep," Chloé nods, scooping to the left and ending up in front of her boyfriend instead of in front of Nino. Sabrina doesn't waist time in sitting next to her.
"Thank you!"
"You're welcome," Chloé laughs. "I've said those words so much today! It's so weird..."
"Well, you're going to say them even more, since the day isn't over," Adrien smirks. "So make sure to stay hydrated, okay?"
"Of course, Adrikins," Chloé rolls her eyes. "Whatever you say."
"Good girl."
"What was that?"
"Oops. I mean: Thank you, my queen."
Chloé smirks.
"That's better."
Adrien winks at her. Chloé blows him a kiss.
Nino snickers, Sabrina smiles, Alya side eyes Marinette and Marinette takes a deep breath, eyes fixed on her food.
The bell rings and they all go back to class.
The last class of the day is History and the teacher decides to put on a movie.
"Pay close attention, students," they warn. "You'll receive a sheet to complete at the end of the class and bring next class. We'll also have a debate. The groups will be assigned by me, not by affinity."
The movie starts and Chloé wants to complain because it's so old. Black and white old. She loves movies, but not that type of movies. Can't it at least be a black and white romantic one? Or a comedy? Why a boring documentary?
The teacher makes themselves comfortable in their chair half turned to the screen and doesn't utter a peep for the next twenty minutes.
Chloé sneaks a peak at her classmates behind her and finds half of them not paying attention at all. The mayority of the rest is snoozing. Only Max and Lim seem to be paying proper attention. She turns to look at Adrien and Nino, who are awake and basically cuddling against one another. Chloé has a vague sense that she should feel jealous but she doesn't. They look cosy. Good for them, she thinks. Then, there's Marinette, who's asleep and Alya, who's recording her best friend sleeping. When she notices Chloé looking at her, she brings a finger up to her lips and winks at her. Chloé squints but nods and turns to look at Sabrina.
"Wanna cuddle?" she asks her.
Sabrina's head snaps toward her. Chloé blinks, and waits.
"If you want to..."
"I asked you if you want to. I clearly do, or I wouldn't have asked."
Sabrina bites her lip and nods.
"Great. Come closer." Sabrina does. "What are you waiting for? Put your arm around me! I'm the small spoon, always."
"R-Right!" Sabrina squeaks.
Once they've settled in a comfortable position, Chloé looks back at the screen, tuning on the monotone voice of the speaker. Ugh.
Slowly, she closes her eyes. And totally misses the surprised look Adrien sends her way once he notices someone else beside him has an arm around her, as well as the sparks of jealousy shining in his green eyes.
An hour and a half later, while they make their way to the school's exit, Adrien makes sure to envelope his girlfriend's waist with his arm and walk with her like that. Chloe's curious but she doesn't ask questions, happy with the extra attention and still half asleep.