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If you were to ask her any other day, she might answer with an easy "because of everything, her ugly face, and everything about herself, Agh, that baker's just pitiful."
Today, on the other hand. After receiving a message from Iris informing her that there would be a trip to recover her lost "Cousin", After being told that there are more of them in another camp (Roman this time) after they hung up and she felt so alone again....
She was the villain, right? She decided to become the villain, didn't she? Just like Luke Castellan did.
Only he had a clear motive.
She did it on a whim, out of disdain... she was a monster.
So when his half-sister yelled at him this morning about what he had against Marinette Dupain-Cheng, he didn't respond.
Marinette was unbearable (you too) her conscience answered her.
She's just pitiful (isn't that the only reason your butler keeps taking care of you?) she answered again.
I wanted to take Adrien away from her (he stopped being your best friend a long time ago, face it).
Maybe it's because she was a poor girl (the money you have is your father's, not yours).
Because she was meddling in what she didn't care about ( like you in every conversation about Adrien?)
Was it because she had more friends? It couldn't be, she still had Sabrina, right? (Sabrina? They haven't spoken in two days).
Because her parents loved her? ( you get closer ) daddy loved her too... right?
Or was it because she has everything Chloe ever wanted?
...
Staring at the corner, staring for almost an hour now, the blonde, was interrupted by knocking on her door.
"Sabrina?" she stood up arching an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry Mademoisell" Butler Jean entered with a tray of Food "Miss Sabrina hasn't come, I brought her lunch, since she didn't want to come down to eat"
"Oh..." Sabrina hasn't come for two days "Well I'm not hungry, and less of it" she told him angrily as she folded her arms and turned away.
"Mademoiselle, you didn't want to eat anything in the morning either, you need to eat" the Butler/Nanny told her, then set the tray on the small table " I'll leave this here, so you can eat whenever you want"
"Yes, aha" Looking at her nails " can you go now or do you need me to run you?" looking at the butler badly.
He was unaffected by the blonde's words, and withdrew from the room.
Once nightfall came, he couldn't help but think once again of his childhood.
He remembers... not much about his mother. She is alive, now even living with her father again, but she knows as much about her mother as the media does.
Her father, she remembered her father giving her anything she wanted, anything, she would have it if she wanted it.
Really what her memories were focused on, was the vacation.
The time at that camp.
She hasn't been back there since Luke's death, and that was two years ago.
And yet, he still got the occasional note from the campers.
Like the one he had in his hands.
The paper was blue, and the letters looked messy. It was written in Greek, so possibly Annabeth helped him.
That was the last note I received from him. Since he disappeared.
"I must go with them..." he decided "I have nothing to lose, unlike Paris when I lose Mua."
So without further ado, he grabbed a bag (it took a lot of work not to throw all his clothes into it) he stuffed clothes and shoes in it, along with his cell phone and some comics for the road.
She looked at the empty food tray (it turns out she was a little hungry) and sighed... leaving a note for her butler.
She touched her ring, it wasn't gold, it wasn't worth a fortune... but it was possibly one of the only things she could call her own, it was the only jewel she possibly earned.
Aside from being her weapon.
She went out the window, she didn't worry too much about them looking for her, they wouldn't notice her.
Walking the streets of Paris late at night was probably not the best idea, but being in the camp had given her good training for sneaking around.
But still, when he even took all the steps. He found himself face to face with two people... whom he already knew.
"Running away?" asked the taller one " come on... won't you let us join you?"
"What do you want?" asked the Bourgeois "I don't have time for you."
"Chloe, if you're going to do this, we have to do it together" said the shorter one more calmly "you may not like him or me anymore, but I think we still need to work together".
And well, to say that the blonde was thinking about hitting them and running away was... not an exaggeration.
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