Nino's POV

Oh no. There's sun in my eyes. I'm going to melt down soon. Tell my family I loved them. 

"Did I tell you that you narrate your thoughts?" Wayzz said beside with a sigh. "Sounds like somebody . . ." He rolled his eyes with a shiver. 

"Why does today have to be Monday?" I whined. "I mean, it's not fair, it could've been Saturday of Sunday, but no, it just had to be Monday." 

Patrick placed a hand on my shoulder. "So, Nino, there's this thing called a 'week' and there are seven days in it. So after Sunday, there's always Monday." 

"Okay, Monday is alright," I amended. "But why does it have to be a school day?" 

"It's the law, idiot," Alya said as she popped out of thin air and shoved Patrick away to walk in sync with us. "And . . . did anyone do their science homework?" 

Everyone stopped. 

"We had science homework?" we all gawked in unison, faces screwed and confusing clouded on our expression. 

"I knew it," Alya mumbled as she placed a hand on her face. 

"You see, I was kinda busy yesterday," I explained. "I had to go out at night and do things for my parents." 

"Same!" Wayzz looked at me and shared a look with Patrick. 

"Wow, crazy coincidence," Adrien cried. "Me too! Well, it was for my dad's company, more like but either way, I was outside. Some sort of night photo-shoot." 

"Wow," Patrick said, rolling his eyes. "It would've been cool if we all met, right?" 

"You have no idea," Wayzz muttered under his breath. 

I was so confused by the situation but I let it pass. It's probably some inside joke, anyways. 

"So nobody did their science homework?" Alya screeched. "How can all of you guys be so occupied and so . . . I don't know!" She flung her arms in the air. 

"Ask Marinette! Ask Trixie!" I cried in distraught.

"Well, apparently they both had stuff to do at the night as well!" Alya rolled her eyes. "Ever heard of internet sewing lessons and night time karate missions?" 

"Nope," Patrick said. "And that's some crazy coincidence." 

"Ugh, gotta go," Alya sighed as she raced off to join the girls in the distance. I realized that Trixie had her hair down today. 

"Look at Trixie's hair," Adrien remarked. "That ombre though. From orange to black, as someone who knows fashion, that's something hard to dye. Unless it's magic," he added with a joking grin. 

I glanced at Wayzz who was intently staring at Trixie. He didn't have any expression on, just a smiling face that kept things neutral. 

"Amazing poker face, dude," I whispered. 

Suddenly, Wayzz abruptly stopped and punched a wall. Everyone stared at him and the wall that had a crack streaked across with an incredulous look. Patrick placed a hand on his shoulders and steered him away from the wall. 

"Is it you?" Patrick asked in a whisper, but I heard it anyways. 

"No," Wayzz answered. "It's her." 

Then they both looked at Trixie, who seemed to be smiling and talking to the other girls. But for a split-second, I thought I saw her eyes filled with anger and fire. 

Wayzz stared down at his hand, a cut on his knuckles. Then he sighed. 

"Reminder, it's still Monday and we still have school," I said. 

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Trixx's POV

Piss off. Piss off. Piss off. Piss off. 

That was all that was in my head all morning. 

"Piss off," I said it out loud, just to see how it felt on my tongue. 

"What?" Alya looked at me with a quizzical face. 

"Nothing," I said, smiling. Is this was psychopaths felt like? Smiling in the outside and crying in the inside? I placed my text book on the table, right next to Alya. 

"Nino sits here," Alya pointed out. 

"Well, he can sit somewhere else then!" I cried with a wide smile. I did not want to get anywhere near that cracked-shell-face. I'm not even going to say his name. Nope, you know what? I'm just going to forget him. Who are we talking about again? 

Nino walked by and raised an eye brow. I smiled brightly, "Nino, my man! Today you can have the joy and honor of sitting somewhere else!" 

Nino shrugged nonchalantly and resumed walking off to the back of the classroom. He sat down next to Wayzz—I mean, this guy. 

"Trixx, did I mention you're acting really weird today?" Alya whispered. 

I placed a hand on her shoulder. "Alya, do me a favor and do not talk to that green-haired guy over there. And don't go near Jade Turtle when you're Volpina. It, er, drains my power a lot. It's this parallel affect. We don't get along." 

"Yeah I noticed," Alya scoffed. "That's probably why Jade Turtle's being such a control freak whenever I'm around." 

Ms. Mendeleiev walked in, her glasses sharpened. She slammed her clipboard on the table, making everyone instantly shut up. Then she grabbed a chalk and furiously stabbed the black board. 

It said: SCIENCE PROJECT

"We literally had one like literally yesterday," I yelled. "And it took us like, I don't know, a month to finish it!" 

"Deal with it," Ms. Mendeleiev said. Then she slammed her clipboard once more. "We're going to have a short project. It'll hopefully only take about some days. We're just putting our recent chem experiment into analyzed hypothesis and reports." 

More groans. 

"And I picked your partners for you." 

Alya groaned, "Please not Nino. Please not Nino." 

I looked at her in an odd way. 

Alya looked at me with wide eyes. "Trust me, this school has a way of putting people with their nemesis all the time. It's like some supernatural force is meddling with it." 

Okay, that reminded me of Jue. 

"Come on, it can't be that bad," I shrugged. 

Alya mumbled, "You'll see." 

"Alya," Ms. Mendeleiev said. "And Nino, on the metal and acids experiment." 

There were two soft thuds as Alya and Nino slammed their heads to the desk, moaning in agony. I petted her on the arm with sympathy. 

Ms. Mendeleiev took a deep breath and quickly said, "Trixie and Wayne, on the metal and oxygen experiment." It was as if she knew what was coming, she tried to get over it as fast as possible. 

"Wait a second!" I roared, jumping up from my seat. At the same time, a blast of emotions rippled away from me, soaring away from me. Them something happened with the gust of power exploding from me. 

I blinked, looking at the frozen people and distilled wind. 

I opened my mouth, "Did I just freeze them?" I looked down at my own hands with some weird emotion in my heart: a weird mixture of anxiety and excitement. 

"You stopped time," Tikki said as she stood up from her seat and walked up from. She inspected the frozen figure of Ms. Mendeleiev. 

"Definitely stopped in time," Plagg said as he tried to grab a marker to draw on Adrien's face. But his hand couldn't grasp the marker, it was as if it was fastened hard to the desk. 

"With out time, you can't move things," Wayzz said as he slowly stood up. 

I tried my best to avoid him. 

"Trixx did you do this?" Wayzz said, sharp glancing at me. 

You know, it's kinda hard to avoid someone who calls your name. 

"I guess," I shrugged. "It wasn't on purpose though." 

"Of course it wasn't," Tikki softly said. For a second I thought she was sarcastic and tensed all up and then relaxed when I caught what she meant. "Just . . . how did you do it?" 

I raised an eye brow. "You of all Kwamis should know this, Tikki. Your powers depend on your emotions. My powers come from my character." I waved my hand around for demonstrations. "Lies. Deceivers. Frustration. Annoyance. Arguments. They all fuel me." 

"So . . . what happened was from . . . ?" Plagg asked. 

"A mass amount of frustration and annoyance," I immediately replied, leaning on the desk. "And all of it isn't mine. It just stacks into me, like magnet, you know? And I just let it go." 

"Why did you let it go?" Wayzz demanded. 

I looked at him with a steely glare. "Maybe because I just realized I have to make conversation with my nemesis." I tilted my head slightly, my hair falling in wavy curls. 

"You let yourself in danger for the sake of your emotions?" Wayzz took a sharp breath. "You should've kept it—" 

"Yeah, what if I don't want to?" I shot back. "It's unhealthy and painful for me to keep all these negative emotions in me, you know? You probably have no idea what I'm feeling. And sometimes, I just need to let it go." 

Wayzz had a neutral face but I knew he would've been glowering at me if he could. 

"And I didn't do it on purpose!" I yelled at no one in particular. "You know, I've just been feeling this stuff for some time and it's sometimes hard to keep things in control. Wayzz is yapping at me. Tikki is yapping at me. Plagg isn't yapping at me but isn't helping either! Don't expect me to be perfect." 

Tikki wrinkled her nose. "Trixx, let's just get this straight, you don't want to be treated like you're imperfect but you don't want to be treated like you're perfect either? What do you want us to do?" 

I looked at her, somewhat startled. Tikki was always understanding for me, never arguing with me. Even though she wasn't always there for me, she was there when she could. 

"Tikki, stop," Wayzz said in a low voice. 

I don't know my emotions. I was mad at Wayzz for being that I'm-always-there-for-you figure even when he was mad at me. Even when I was mad at him. He never let himself loose. He was like tightly wrapped cinnamon roll. 

"I'm . . . just confused," Tikki sighed, frustration embedded. "You've been throwing a mood around all day, you know that Trixx? And it's not been affecting your hero but it's going to be if you don't stop being a drama queen." 

I flinched and sat back down on the chair. I flicked my hand around and conjured up magic and neatly tied my hair back into pigtails, stretching long to my waist. 

"I'm sorry for throwing a mood and being a drama queen," I breathed. "And I'll make sure Alya stays out of this." My voice was so bitter that I could make pure cacao chocolate out of it. There was nothing I could do about it. 

Tikki took a step forward, her lips pursed as if she was regretting it. 

I took a deep breath and breathed in deeply, as if taking in all the air in the room. Then I waved my hand in the air, straining. I wasn't as good as Wayzz, but illusions were my specialty so I had some good magic talent in me. 

The room shifted color and shape for a second. 

"There will be no complaint," Ms. Mendeleiev said, her mouth moving. Then her eyes flickered tot he three standing Kwamis. "When did you stand up? Please sit down." 

I could feel their eyes making holes in my head. 

"Did something happen?" Alya asked, sensing my rigid emotions. I smiled at her and shook my head. 

#

Alya's POV

Something definitely happened to Trixx. She disappeared from my sight as soon as school ended and it was like she was never there. Poof! All of her traces just gone. 

"We're going to the movies," Nino said as he walked up from behind and placed his arm around me. He was doing this a lot these days. Like I was his personal arm-rest. 

"Who's 'we'?" I questioned, raising an eye brow. 

"The usual," Nino shrugged. "Wayne went off to do something, Tyler feels sick and Patrick is walking her home . . . so just me, you, Adrien, and Marinette." 

Like old times. 

I let myself a smile and triumphantly walked out of the school building. "What are we watching?" I asked, looking up. His face was inches from mine when we were both staring at each other but I got used to that thanks to Jade Turtle. 

At the flash of thought, my face reddened. 

"We're watching the new Marvel movie," Nino suggested, making me jump with excitement and hit his chin with my head. 

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" I asked as I touched his face. "That wasn't on purpose, I swear."

"If it was, you would be in trouble," Nino chuckled as he pulled away from me. "So the new Marvel movie?" 

"There's always a new Marvel movie! It's like an old friend, just ready to be welcomed into my eyes," I squealed. "Of course, we have to go watch it. Like right now." 

"What do you think today is for?" Nino asked raising eye brow. "Oh look, there's Adrien and Marinette." He pointed to the entrance where the new couple was striding out with a proud smile on their face, their hands interlocked. 

"Hello?" I said, waving my hand around. "A stressed out single girl here? Stop making me feel bad all of a sudden." 

Marinette sheepishly smiled, her face turning pink. Adrien scratched the back of his head and turned to Nino. "I'm sorry, man, but I think I'll have to call off our movie," he said in a hushed voice. 

"What?" I yelled, stomping up to Adrien. "You're turning down a Marvel movie?" 

Adrien blinked at me, overwhelmed. "Um, no, I mean, of course. But I don't mean it—" 

I threw my hands up in the air. "You're turning more and more like Marinette," I cried, Marinette rolling her eyes behind his back. "What's the big problem then?" 

"We're going on a date!" Adrien grinned as he looked at Marinette. He said in a voice that a little kid would say he's going on a field trip. 

I sighed, "Oh gosh, you guys are so stupid but I love you both." Then I took a step back. "Fine, you guys go have your date but I'm still watching that movie with Nino." I sharply elbowed him on the side so he can't protest. 

"Yup," Nino said, breathing heavily. "You guys go ahead." 

Marinette and Adrien both exchanged worried looks. 

#

"That was amazing!" I yelled as I ran out of the theaters. I was literally the last one to come out; I always insisted on watching Captain America tell me I'm pathetic for waiting until the end of the credits. 

"That was tiring," Nino said as he rubbed his sore shoulder and flinched. 

"It was amazing!" I yelled at his face. "I-I loved it so much." 

Nino raised an eye brow at me and smiled, "You do you, girl." Then he threw away the popcorn bags away with the left-over drink. 

"But it also so sad," I said, suddenly falling into my mood. Yep, I was definitely in my PMS phase. I collapsed to the couch right outside the exit door and started crying. 

Nino sighed and sat down next to me. Then he placed his warm arms around my shoulders and soothed, "Hey, it's alright. They'll all live happily ever after." 

"Really?" I choked. 

Nino looked thoughtful. "I mean, if they don't want a sequel, it would be happily ever after." 

"I hate you," I yelled and hit him in the shoulder before I continued sobbing. Then after I while, I wiped my cheeks and looked up, completely normal. "Yeah, I'm alright now," I said, my voice not quivering anymore. 

Nino raised an eye brow. "Is it just you or do every girl get over emotions this fast?" 

"Depends on if the guy was hot enough," I quickly answered as I stood and grabbed his hand, pulling him up. "Do you have money?" 

Nino dug his pants. "Um, yeah, why?" he asked, fearfully. 

"McDonald's," I breathed as I raced all the way to the fast food shop. 

I got the food and I was half-way done eating all that when I realized that Nino was just sitting across me, watching me eat with jealousy in his eyes. "Why don't you get your food?" I suggested, hoping to crank his brain up. 

"Um, yeah, I would but I don' t have any money left, genius," he replied. "And you owe me big time, girl." He ran adjusted his cap.

I sipped my Ice Tea. "So . . . who do you like?" I asked, wiggling my eye brows. 

Nino looked straight into my eyes. Oh look, his hazel eyes are really similar to Jade Turtle's. Now isn't that ironic. At the thought, I felt myself blushing all over again. 

"I kinda like this girl, I guess," he confessed, his face slightly turning pink. He looked at me. "She has an amazing personality . . . well except the fact that she's really dense when it comes to herself. She has all these super antennas that pick up everyone's feelings except mine." 

"Aww," I said sympathetically. "I hope you win her heart." 

Nino smiled at me. "I hope so too," he sighed. 

I wrote that down real fast. I realized I needed some DJWifi before I could throw in Applepie. A couple more chapters and everything's going to go out of control. 

Jue