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Dear Diary,
Well, if a napkin can be considered a diary, but hear me out, I’m in shock, I have to write it down somewhere or I could die here and now; it’s already difficult for me to breathe as it is.
Wait, no, if I can’t breathe when I’m near him, he may decide that he’s gonna give me CPR to save me!!! That would make me pass out for sure.
However, today an unprecedented thing happened, and I still don’t believe it. And I don’t know if I like it or not; for now I’m too shocked!
Do you know how I told you that Adrien has started being a lot more “friendly” with me recently? After the famous phone call, I mean. Well, today we were in class and he had a meeting for a project (he’s no longer a model, but his father always manages to fill his day. Sometimes I would like to grab Gabriel Agreste and slap his ugly face silly! But then I realise that I would end up in jail, and Adrien would hate me because I slapped his father, and I would end up alone, and miserable, and no one would want me as a stylist so... I drop the idea ^ _ ^;)
Anyway, he arrived late and I was cutting a sheet of paper for an exercise Mlle Bustier had assigned us, with Alya. I didn’t hear him coming, but suddenly I heard his voice, “Hi, Marinette!” close to my right ear. I panicked, because recently after he greets me he always tries to give me la bise but I... I’m not ready! I’m definitely SO NOT READY for it! I’m trying to get over him, after all… So I jumped and ended up cutting my finger with the sharp side of the paper. Traitor paper > _ <.
But I didn’t have time to even shake my hand to soothe the pain when ADRIEN, yes you got it right, ADRIEN AGRESTE, ray of sunshine and love of my… oh, well, okay, you got the idea. ADRIEN takes my hand, brings my finger to his mouth and then gives it a kiss before letting go. And he apologises.
I WANTED TO DIE!!!!!
He looked at me with those big green eyes and took me to the nurse. I was so red you could’ve cooked an egg on my face. He can’t do things like that. No, he cannot! We haven’t spoken since but I can't forget the touch of his lips on my finger!
Uh, the page is finished, so I’ll leave you.
Write to you later!
Yours,
Marinette.
To be Continued…
