Chapter 1

                                    

                                          
Chapter 1: Jealousy
                          
Marinette's POV
                          
I hate Adrien.
                          
I hate him.
                          
SUPER hate him.
                          
Ugh! Stupid love and everything.
                          
Stupid heartbreak.
                          
And lastly...
                          
Stupid me.
                          
"Umm hello?? Earth to Marinette!"
                          
I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Alya yelling and waving her hand in front of me.
                          
"Sorry, what did you say?" I smiled sheepishly.
                          
She facepalmed then grinned at me. "Still thinking of him?"
                          
I feel my face heated because of embarrassment. Argh. She snorted, trying to suppress her laughter.
                          
"Come on Mari. I already warned you about him being aㅡ"
                          
I cut her words. "Yeah, yeah I know. That he is a jerk."
                          
"And..?"
                          
I sighed. "And a playboy."
                          
She tapped my shoulder, cheering me up. "Hey, look. Don't waste your tears for that jerk. He's not worth it. There are other guys you might be interested in." Alya said.
                          
I slumped down on the chair and breathe heavily. I faced Alya and pouted at her when she pointed someone.
                          
"Why not Luka? He likes you, right? He is nice and everything."
                          
This girl is unbelievable. I just got into a heartbreak and now here she is finding a 'new' boyfriend for me. -_-
                          
"Are you insane? It's not that easy to love someone you don't love. And besides, I'm still in the stage where you are 'moving on'. You are saying that it is easy because youㅡ"
                          
She furrowed her brows. "Hey!"
                          
I laughed at her reaction. I smiled and ruffled her hair. "You're lucky with Nino."
                          
She blushed. "Tss. What are you talking about?"
                          
I rolled my eyes at her. My denial friend.
-_-
                          
"Anyway, I have to go now. You know..."
                          
She nodded. "Yeah. Just go work, work, work and work to get him off your head."
                          
I chuckled. "Sure, bye Alya!" Then we waved at each other and I started walking away.
                          
I fished out my phone in my pocket and used it as my mirror. My eyes are puffy and a bit reddish because of crying.
                          
Alya is right. I shouldn't waste my tears on him. He is not worth it.
                          
My phone beeped. It's a text from mom.
                          
From: Mom
                          
Sweety, can you go to the market and buy some flour and sugar?
                          
I just replied with an 'okay' then off to the grocery store.
                          
I saw a shadow right next to me. I just shrugged it off and focus on my way.
                          
A minute later, the shadow is still following me so I sped up. Geez.
                          
"Hey Marinette, wait up!"
                          
I stopped and turned my head only to see a boy with cyan-colored hair.
                          
I waved at him. I thought err... he was someone else.
                          
Don't assume Marinette...
                          
"Hey, Luka. What's up?"
                          
He showed me his sweetest smile. "Nothing much. I'm on my way to the market and I saw you here, do you mind?"
                          
I smiled at him. "Not at all."
                          
And there, we bought the stuff we need.
                          
"Let me walk you home."
                          
I looked up at him because he is tall and shook my head. "No thanks, Luka. I'm fine."
                          
"I insist."
                          
***
                          
"Uh... thanks Luka for walking me home."
                          
He smiled. "You're welcome."
                          
I was about to say something when someone RUDELY walked between us.
                          
"Don't flirt here. You're blocking the way."
                          
I just found myself staring at his back while he's walking away.
                          
What is your problem Adrien Agreste?