Uptown, Downtown (Chat Noir x Reader) - Book 1

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"Je suis vraiment désolé!" he exclaimed, and it took you a second to translate what he'd said in your head.

"It's ok," you stuttered in French, the unfamiliar language struggling to roll off your tongue.

"Adrien please reconsider, this isn't what your father wants!" a voice rang out, catching your attention. You glanced up, to find a woman, approaching, with a burly bodyguard.

You assumed the worst, and scrambled to your feet, and pointed with a shaking finger at both of them, and spluttered anxiously, "If you even try to kidnap him, I'll call the police! B-Back off!"

The lady was clearly surprised at your adamant defense of a boy you didn't know; however, the young man also stood up, and placed a hand on your shoulder apologetically. "I'm sorry... they're my bodyguards. They don't mean any harm."

"Oh," you muttered, feeling very, very stupid.

Without warning, the boy suddenly ran off again, going to help an elderly man who'd dropped his walking stick. You could only watch in confusion, as after he returned, he was walked back to an expensive looking car by the two supposed bodyguards.

(You noticed him mentioning something about just wanting to go school like a normal kid.)

(You did not notice the glance of half gratefulness, half curiosity he gave you before he left.)

You felt undeniably sorry for him, and even a little frustrated that you couldn't do anything to help him, as he disappeared into the vehicle. An annoying sensation of guilt invaded you, and you scowled, now in a worse mood than before.

You stormed up the steps, and through the building, till you found the class you were meant to be in. "Ah, you must be the British student (Y/n)!" the teacher at the front of the class spoke, seemingly relieved at your arrival.

"O-Oui," you responded shakily, butchering the poor language. "Sorry I'm late."

"I'm afraid the only seat left is the one at the back. Are you alright with that?" she questioned.

"Oh no! It's perfectly fine," you replied, actually incredibly thankful that you were nowhere near the front. Without sparing any of your new classmates a second glance, you hastily stumbled up to your seat, and sat down, closing in on yourself.

At last, some peace and quiet. Way too much had happened today already.

"Hey, you!"

Ah shit, here we go again.

You looked up in an exhausted fashion, and met eyes with a very obviously spoiled, rich girl, with an eye burningly bright yellow sweater and blonde hair. "Can I help you?" you asked tiredly.

"Why do you speak like that? Weird," the girl scoffed, before flipping her hair dramatically. "Anyway, I am Chloé, and since you're new, you should know." She slammed her hands down on your desk, causing you to jump skittishly. "I rule the school. Got it?"

You wondered if your father would lecture you if you jumped out of the window on your first day.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it," you sighed, waving a hand dismissively, and resting your head on your free arm.

Chloé huffed, not satisfied with your response, "Treat me with some respect, you loser!"

"Oh wow, what an intimidating insult," you drawled. "Listen, I'm really not in the mood for conversation, so please leave me alone."

"Excuse you?!" Chloé raged, looking like she was about to pop an artery.

You coughed, before resorting to your native dialect, and told her blatantly, "Bugger off."

She let out a sound of immense anger, that you could only describe as a noise that a bull might make if it saw its farmer binning its food, then stalked back to her desk.

You groaned, already so, so fatigued by today, and it was barely nine in the morning.

Pity that there was more to come.