| Adrien |
Nothing really happened last weekend. It was Monday, and I was thinking over what happened. I had a little interaction with her, which she didn't bother, and we finished majority of the project. She is coming back to my house this week sometime to finish some parts and then we are finished. Like, I'm glad we finished early; but it was boring having no interaction at all with her.

I was contemplating my many life choices when I saw something. It was marinette and Chloe; talking in a distance, far from me.

| marinette |
I felt a push to the wall where no one could see. I was in a bad mood, and I obviously didn't want to see someone's face bright and early, especially her's. She looked up and down on my attire, making a face. "What's with that outfit?" She asked. For anything, she showed the most emotion toward clothing and her boyfriend, and to clothing; she could talk to anyone about it. "It's a gray sweatshirt and black pants. Can't you see?" I said, waving my arms lightly, giving a sarcastic push to it.

"W-whatever. Anyway, I know you and Adrien were hanging out over the weekend, and you totally hooked up, didn't you!" She said in a threatening whisper. My god, I could care less. I made a face. "First Chloe, I "hung around with him" for the sense of finishing my damn project with that dumbass. And second, the only person who is going to hook up with him is everyone; except me. So ask your little bestfriend, Alya; who clearly has a little crush on your beloved boyfriend; but maybe you are so dense to realize it. Have you noticed that some girls don't even like him, Adrien isn't the only one present at the table." I say, letting all my anger out. "You don't have to worry about him..." I turn back to face her when I started walking away. "I hate him anyway."

| Friday |
          It was a normal Friday for me. Last year when Alya and I were actually friends, we would hang out at my house and eat food from my bakery. I wish the food I gave her was filled with rat poison though if I knew what was ahead.

          "Wanna go to a karaoke place I found a few days ago? I also found a really good restaurant to eat." Alya asked Chloe while they were both smiling and laughing about something I could care less about. "Sure! I have nothing to do anyways, ugh. Ooh, can I invite adrikins?" Chloe perked. "Yeah, of course" Alya smiled. "Okay, let's hang out together for the whole day!" Chloe cheered.

          "Adrien!" Chloe said while tugging on his shoulder. "Yeah?" He said, catching a breather. "Alya and I are going to karaoke and are going to eat. Wanna join?" Chloe said; flashing a wide smile. "Uhh, sure. But can I ask a few friends to join?" Adrien said making an awkward face. "Yeah, of course, anyone" she said, getting all excited. "Cool, thanks." Adrien said. He started running in my direction. Nino is probably behind me, so I don't have to worry.

          Before I could happily go to my house and relax, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I groaned inside. "Yes?" I asked, turning around. "Wanna join us to go to karaoke and food?" I looked at Chloe; who had this "I'll beat you if you accept." It was kind of funny. But this wasn't going to persuade me to go waste a couple of hours with the three people that I hate this most. Basically asking for a suicide call. "No thanks." I said, walking off. "Wait, come on." He said, grabbing my shoulder. "Look, I'm fine." I protested. "I rather live in isolation than go somewhere where the two other people there hate me and I hate back are there. Besides, as much I want them to ignore me and go on with your day; I'm pretty sure that they will put up a good act until you are out of the room and start harassing me. So no thanks. I'll probably get blackmailed or get a threat. And honestly, I rather be talked behind my back than those girls talking straight toward me." I said simply. "So have fun, agreste. Cause if I go, I won't." And that was the end of that drama episode.

          I don't mind people talking behind my back. I know that everyone hates someone with little or huge pleasure, so I don't mind people talking behind me. I don't like people, and people don't like me; so why should I and them treat each other with fake respect. If it is fake, I rather except feelings that are your's. So, be it.

A/N: lol I keep on making a chapter after one month so I'm sorry if I go on cliff hangers and I don't update and then you are frustrated as hell if you actually liked this lmao