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“I dare you to kiss Marinette.”
As soon as Alix uttered those words, Marinette’s smile dropped, her heart almost stopped, and she could feel her face getting red as the anger, embarrassment, and discomfort boiled inside her.
When she agreed to play Truth or Dare with her classmates, she did not see this coming.
Adrien Agreste, the most snobbish and spoiled jerk she’s ever met, began to attend their school two years ago. On his first day, Marinette caught him sticking gum on her seat. She didn’t need to think twice, the message was crystal clear, he wasn’t her friend. He was just another Chloe in her life.
Ever since that incident, it became an unspoken rule that the two downright hated each other. They fought daily, bullied one another, and exchanged glares in their free time. The whole school, let alone their classmates, could practically write endless books and novels about how much animosity the pair shared. They’ve never gotten along, never wanted to, and never will.
So upon listening to Alix’s sudden dare, Marinette knew that coming to Alya’s sleepover tonight was a huge mistake.
Especially because it was the first time Adrien’s father let him join.
She heard Adrien scoff and groan, giving Alix a disgusted expression. “C’mon Alix, anything but that .”
Marinette raised her eyebrow and shot him a hateful glare, offended by the way he said ‘that ’, he spat it out like poison. It wasn’t like she’d want to kiss him either.
Alix cursed under her breath, thinking for a second, then lit up like a Christmas tree. “Fine!” She said, “It’s either this or you call Chloe and tell her that you’ve loved her ever since you met her.”
As days passed by, Adrien has proven that he didn’t like Chloe’s actions as much as she thought he did. Adrien, in fact, turned out to be a good, kind, and friendly person to everyone around him.
Everyone but her.
By the time he started to hang out with Nino and Alya, Marinette wouldn’t even care to listen to anything he had to say to her.
By the time their classmates started inviting him to parties and sleepovers, Marinette was basically having daily fights and arguments with him.
She knew it like the back of her hand, thought about it countless times before she slept as she saw him being so kind and caring to others; Adrien had another side of him. A side that Marinette learned to admire from afar but reject when near. A side he’s never shown to her, much like she has never shown him her own good side.
Dealing with him was never easy. The hard, exterior shell he put on next to her was exhausting yet fun. With time, they developed their own dynamic, showing each other the side they both rarely used, the bitter one. It had become the way their --dare she called it-- friendship worked.
She’d make fun of his ridiculous orange shoes, and in exchange he’d laugh at her hairstyle. She’d photoshop a toothless picture of him, he’d read her diary aloud. She’d push him off his chair, he’d laugh when she fell clumsily. She’d yell at him, he’d pick on her clothes.…
It was how things worked between them.
She heard him cry in desperation and embarrassment. “I can’t believe this,” He shook his head in rejection then sighed helplessly. “Okay, I’ll kiss her… only if she agrees.”
What?
Marinette’s eyes blew open, she did not hear that correctly. It couldn’t be true.
Because the person who called her ‘Satan’ every morning just agreed to kiss her.
It wasn't until Alya’s laughter filled the room that she realized she'd been staring at him.
Her best friend snorted, pushing away any possibility of it happening. “As if,” she said. “I know Marinette, she’d rather call Chloe herself. Right girl?”
Marinette didn’t bother to answer, her mind was elsewhere. The expression Adrien was giving her was determined and challenging, his eyes burning with a gaze that screamed, “I dare you.’ And to top all that, he had a stupid smug smile that tugged on his lips and all she wanted to do was wipe it off his ridiculous, totally-not-gorgeous face.
When the silence thickened in the room, the designer showing no reaction, Alya asked again hesitantly, her voice lower but disbelieving. “Marinette?!”
It was just a kiss. It wouldn't mean anything other than having his obnoxious face close to hers. She’s made out with a few people before, a quick kiss, let alone with the boy she couldn't stand, should be a piece of cake.
Never breaking eye-contact, she ignored the whistles from Kim’s direction, the snort from Alix’s, and with a quick decision she said: “I’ll do it.”
As she agreed, the surprise on his face was priceless. She wished she could capture the moment in a picture, how his eyes shot open wide and his mouth formed a little “o” was hilarious.
She didn’t pay attention to who whistled or shrieked but she swiftly stood up and walked in his direction. The faster she’d get done with it the better. She was just doing this for the challenge of it.
She did not , and would never , do this willingly.
Adrien, still shocked that she actually agreed, stood up hastily and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Are you serious?” He asked.
Marinette wanted to scoff at him, just moments ago he was challenging her like he owned the room. It was pathetic that he transformed into a scaredy cat once she gave in into his games.
“Why not? It’s just a dare.” Marinette responded, raising both her eyebrows and firing him an innocent glare. “Are you backing down?”
To that he crossed his arms, posture more comfortable and less anxious. “You wish.” He shot back at her before stepping towards her, only a few inches separating them.
Marinette took a deep breath, she moved her hand and placed it on his chest so she could push him back as soon as they started. She noted how his heart was beating uncontrollably fast. She couldn’t blame him because she, herself, was a tad nervous.
Only at that moment did she realize how taller he was, she rose to her tiptoes for better access. “Don’t let this get into your head.” She murmured before inching closer.
She heard him chuckle, felt his laugh on her mouth as his body vibrated. “Don’t be stupid.”
His hand moved out to touch her chin, drawing her face towards his.
They stood unbelievingly close, his warmth was radiating towards her as she felt herself getting hotter with every fleeting second. She licks her lips thoughtlessly, her breath quietly hitching when his lips just barely touch hers.
She carefully wraps her free hand around his neck, the act was moving way too slowly to her liking. Once she did so, Adrien finally erased the space between them and captured her lips in a hesitant kiss, she could instantly feel her heart jump out of its place as a strange spark took over.
She wasn’t sure what it was that she felt at that moment, but it was new.
It’s the anxiousness , she thought.
But all thoughts disappeared when she finally registered the softness of his lips.
They were softer than anything Marinette’s ever felt, soft like the first snowfall, like biting into cotton candy and velvet cake. It was so incredibly good and sweet that Marinette couldn’t think of anything else.
She gasped into his kiss, wanting nothing but to disappear in a puff of smoke, she almost felt guilty of how much she enjoyed it. She grabbed a handful of his shirt and brought him closer, deepening the kiss, utterly careless of what was happening around her.
Adrien placed his hand on her waist and pulled her body to his, it was unexpected but she didn’t reject it. He tasted of mint, chocolate, and something she couldn’t quite place but it was strangely sweet.
His mouth moved against hers and teeth slightly scraping. The heat and wetness from his body as he carefully slid his tongue across hers almost elicited a moan from her but she contained herself. He, however, suddenly let out a groan that sounded so sinfully dangerous.
She just couldn't tear herself away, not when he nibbled just right on her lower lip in a way that made her limbs feel like jelly. Not when she felt so heavy-headed but weightless at the same time. She was melting and floating and couldn’t feel her fingers nor her legs.
It took her by surprise, her heart, mind, and body betrayed her as she just loved his scent of strong, mouth-watering cologne that lingered around her. Adrien was suddenly everywhere, and she hated how much she liked it.
She started repeating his name in her head, reminding herself that this was Adrien she was kissing after all, she should push him back and mock his face.
With a groan, she didn’t know how she did it, but she was strong-willed enough to pull away from him. As much as her mind was plagued by whatever sorcery he had on her, she was able to run away from it.
She was left breathless and panting.
Tears welled in her eyes as complete and utter embarrassment and humiliation washed over her like a bucket of ice-cold water. She could hear the way her heart hammered through her ears as she felt scared that she cracked her own shell.
Adrien still had his eyes closed, his lips, in a frown, were swollen and an intense blush covered his cheeks.
As soon as his eyes fluttered open, she wiped on her mouth, turning her lips down just so to show him that she was absolutely repulsed. “Eugh,” she raised her head. “T-that was awful!” she said, stuttering frantically. “You smell like t-tuna!”
Adrien’s frown deepened, “Really?” He asked. Marinette was almost certain her words hurt him by the way his voice cracked.
As soon as she entertained that thought, the model straightened his posture and gagged. “Whatever, I’m never doing this again.” he gave her a quick scowl. “I just want to puke, you’re gross!”
Puke.
Gross.
Wow, okay.
Marinette refused to be hurt by whatever he had to say. The kiss meant nothing and even if it felt good, the person she shared it with was no more than an asshole to her.
She looked around her, all of her classmates were staring like they saw the earth falling down a black hole.
Marinette opened her mouth to speak but Adrien beat her to it.
“What’re you looking at?” he snapped.
Before anyone got the chance to react , Alya grabbed Marinette’s wrist and tugged her away from their group. They reached the kitchen, her friend closed the door to have some privacy.
“Mari, what the fuck?” The reporter exclaimed.
There it was, everything she has ever built, the years she spent proving to everyone and herself that she didn’t like him were crashing down in front of her.
It felt hot, all the feelings were mixing up and she couldn't understand anything but her face was burning and the air suddenly was thin.
“What do you mean?” Marinette asked, acting so shamelessly in denial. “Look Alya, I don’t know what happened but it was nothing, okay?”
Alya looked unconvinced. She raised her eyebrow for an explanation.
“I-” Her best friend struggled for words. “I’m confused.” Marinette admitted.
She felt overwhelmed and lost and weirded out. She’s never experienced anything even close to this before. It felt like all the emotions she’d beaten back with the broom that was her pride came back to haunt her.
Marinette felt a tear drop down her face, she didn’t even know why she was crying. She just wanted all the sudden feelings to go away.
This was the first time she sensed what it was like to lose the battle she had with herself.
Alya’s sigh pulled her out of her trance. “It’s okay,” She said, wrapping her arms around the designer. “You’re overwhelmed, you can cry if you want to.”
Marinette returned the hug tightly, she shook her head and muttered into Alya’s neck. “I don't want to go back.”
She didn’t want to face Adrien after it, she wouldn’t know how to act.
She didn’t want to deal with any of her classmates’ teasing either.
“You don’t have to, it’s getting late.” Alya assured her. “We need to sleep anyway.”
Marinette nodded silently. She followed Alya, walking straight up to the bedroom, not caring to pass by where everyone was gathered at.
Alya turned off the lights and closed the door behind her after letting Marinette know that she was going back downstairs to get some water.
As soon as Alya left, Marinette fell flat on her bed, thousands of thoughts and pictures flashing through her mind. Her fingers gently touched her lips, just as gentle as the kiss. She closed her eyes, shaking slightly as she took in the venom he had left on her.
She rolled to the side, the dilemma blurring her vision. She didn't know what exactly happened to her.
But she knew one thing.
She was utterly and entirely fucked.