Chat Noir didn't come to for the weekend. I didn't even see him from the terrace doing his rounds with Ladybug. And since Glaciator, there were no akuma attacks so he had no reason to appear in public.
Because he didn't come, I was very moody and sad on monday at school. I was so nervous,
I couldn't listen to Chloe talk the worst about everyone in the class anymore.
"Can you shut up? Enough more Chloe. Stop talking about everyone like that!"
"How dare you tell me what to do? Get away from me. We will not sit together anymore!'
"What a shame..." I took my bag and looked around. The whole class was staring at me for standing up to Chloe. But that's not why I watched them. I was looking for a free place to sit.
And the only free place was next to cheese boy.
Alya says Nino has the flu and won't be coming to school all week. Never mind, I'd rather sit next to Adrien Agrest (the most desirable model in Paris) than Chloe (the spoiled brat).
I sat next to Adrien without even asking if I had permission to do so. Now, when we sit together he can explain damn physics to me.
I looked at him and waved at him. He turned his head to the side and made a strange expression. It touched me and I immediately felt uncomfortable.
I don't like it when people are like that to me for no reason.
Or is he just having a bad day?
No, he clearly has something against me because he moved to sit as far away from me as possible. He didn't smell like cheese this time. Then I smelled myself in case I'm the one who stinks.
Not. It's not even that.
"Is everything okay?" I asked.
"Get ready for next class Nell, we're at school."
Fuck you, Adrien-I wanted to say.
What the hell is this to me? I literally didn't say anything bad to him. Why is he behaving like this? I feel guilty even though I know I didn't do anything wrong to him. But he acts like I am.
"Okay Adrien, what's your..."
At that moment Miss Bustier entered the class. She greeted us and asked how we spent the weekend. My weekend went terribly because my kitty didn't show up. Friday was great, but it doesn't count as a weekend.
Life is pretty boring when everything is going on normally. I'm not really used to that.
Miss Bustier began to write the lesson on the board. I took a notebook and started writing.
All the time, my eyes wandered to Adrien, who was trying to act very hostile towards me.
That's disgusting of him, because I'm the one who managed to calm him down and save him from akuma last week. I'm not asking for thanks, but I'm asking for at least some respect.
Everyone talks about how Adrien has a good heart and how he wants to help everyone, but the only thing I see is that Adrien is very conceited and arrogant.
Why does this touch me so much? I have nothing connetction with Adrien, I don't like him, so I should practically don+t care how he treats me.
I'm not his fan that I'll scream like a freak when he shows up.
Because I'm a Chat Noir fan and the only thing that would hurt me is if he treats me like this Adrien. I do not care. When class is over, I'll find another place to sit.
"When you write this from the board, put down your pencils and listen."
I put the pencil in the pencil case, leaned back and crossed my legs. Adrien remained in the same position moved away from me. He never even looked at me. I'm trying to look like I'm not affected by this, but my eyes are watering. I don't like it when someone treats me like this.
"Your task is to analyze the lyrical poem on page fifty-seven with the person you are sitting with during the break. Then write your opinion and state your motives. The lyrics are figurative, don't forget that."
I sighed deeply and loudly. There's no way she just said that. I don't want to work with Adrien. And apparently he doesn't want to either, as his lips pursed in a frown of displeasure.
Then the bell rang and Miss Bustier came out of the classroom. There was supposed to be a break now.
"Don't expect us to work together. I'll do it myself" he told me coldly, took the book and stood up.
Taken aback, I watched him as he left the classroom. Then I realized something - he looks almost like the Chat Noir.
Golden wavy hair and emerald eyes. They both had that.
Wait what? Impossible. I'm talking nonsense. The two are completely different in personality. No way. And I'm sure Adrien can't leave the house all the time like Chat Noir.
The two just look alike. That's all.
ince I just had a fight with Chloe, I have no one to be with on cantine. So I was left alone in the classroom. Better that than being in the same company with Adrien.
I shook my head and looked at Adrien's bag. Out of curiosity, I took it in my hands. And when I looked inside, my heart almost stopped.
He had a box of eaten camembert in his bag. I covered my mouth with my hand in shock and the bag almost fell out of my hands. Camembert, Plagg's favorite cheese. Plagg, kwami of Chat Noir.
No no. It can not be. It's not true. I'm just obsessed with the Chat Noir so I imagine he is Adrien. I would know right away that the two are the same person.
I put the bag back in place. Thoughts began to ruminate in my head.
Adrien smells like cheese. Camembert cheese. And Plagg likes camembert. Adrien has hair the same color as Chat Noir. And the same eyes.
But he doesn't have a ring on his hand.
Or he has but i didn't see it?
I already know that this theory will be running through my head no matter how hard I try not to think about it. But it doesn't make sense. If Adrien was really Chat Noir, he wouldn't have treated me this disgustingly today. He would be polite.
So, this is not true. But I can't stop thinking about it.
I couldn't eat anything during the break. I'm just waiting for Adrien to show up so I can see his left hand. Deep down I want him to wear the ring and to finally find out who Chat Noir really is.
After half an hour of staring at a point and thinking, recess was over and everyone returned to the classroom. I looked towards the door waiting to see Adrien. He was the last to enter.
And when we looked at each other... I can't tell if it's the same as looking at Chat Noir.
He sat down next to me and I immediately looked at his hands. And that obviously. And not. There was no ring. Neither on the left or right hand. Which means...he's not the Chat Noir.
"What are you doing?" he asked me. I looked at him, wanting to let him know that I had my doubts. But I have nothing to doubt, when I see that he is not wearing a ring.
But I don't feel any better. I was hoping to finally find out the identity of Chat Noir. It seems that it won't be anytime soon. I sighed and moved as far away from Adrien as possible. I threw my hair over my shoulders creating a wall between us.
***
Today was officially my worst day at school. I mean, I'm only going for six days, but it was still horrible. Because I was sitting with arrogant Adrien who is the same Chloe and thinks he is better than others.
Like, honey, you two are rich, you have more money than us, but stop looking at us as poor people and your slaves. You are no better than us.
I've heard from before that Parisians are conceited, but I didn't even think they were at this level. Thank God that I am not one of those spoiled children and that my parents did not raise me that way. And I'm grateful for everything I have and I never thought I was better than others because of money.
When I was leaving school, someone called me.
I turned and saw Adrien. Ew. Not. I started walking fast so he wouldn't catch up with me. He obviously realized what an asshole he had been all day.
"Wait," he grabbed my elbow.
"What?" I asked angrily. I was shaking inside and all I wanted was to run away.
"Look, I'm sorry Nell, I'm sorry I was like that today. I don't know what happened to me.
I have some of those...switches. Don't think you did something because I'm like that.
It's not up to you."
He looked at the floor with a sad expression on his face. I don't care about this. These are ordinary manipulations that I have seen a million times.
"It's like I don't care how you treat me. We are just classmates, not friends. So I don't care. See you Adrien."
I felt so strong after saying this. And I showed him that he can't deal with me like that. That I'm not stupid and that I won't let someone like him manipulate me.
He thinks he can have all the girls he wants just because he's a model in Paris.
Well, he can't do it with me. And now I showed it to him. Guys like him are definitely the worst kind.
And what he's doing is stupid. These tricks or whatever it is.
***
After I did my history homework, I took my laptop and went to Ladyblog in case Alya posted something new. But it's not. It's strange to me that she doesn't know that the other night I wore Chat Noir's miraculous and fought with Ladybug against the villain.
And...it was fucking Adrien in my head. I couldn't stop thinking about him and what happened at school.
I left Ladyblog and typed Adrien Agreste into the search engine. Google threw me a thousand pictures of him, advertisements and covers in which he appeared. I also came across a picture of him and his father.
Then I typed Adrien Agreste's mother into the search engine.
No way. I know this woman. I swear, i know her. When I looked a closer, I understood why she was familiar to me.
She acts in Solitude. The movie I watched with my mom. I was obsessed with that movie for a while. When we found out we were moving to Paris, mom and I often watched movies in French. Solitude was one of them.
I read online that Emilie Agreste died last year. But no reason was given anywhere. Some portals reported that she died of a heart attack even though she was young.
Some wrote that she committed suicide, but that her family is trying to cover it up. I'm trying to think that it doesn't make sense that she killed herself because she had a husband and a son, but I know better than anyone that people who are thinking about suicide don't realize how many things they have to be thankful for.
That's why I am now grateful for literally everything. Even on small things.
It says here that Emilie is from the aristocratic family of Graham de Vanily and that she has a twin sister. I had heard of Graham de Vanilye, but I had no idea that Adrien was their grandson.
A lot can be researched about this guy and his family. But I also know that it is not easy for him, and certainly not for his father either. It says on the internet that he loved his wife more than anything.
When I entered the photos, I saw a picture of Emilie and Adrien. I really felt sorry for him then. He looks almost exactly like her. He has her eyes.
I also saw that it was written on the Internet that Emilie's funeral was not held. In other words, it is unknown and it is assumed that she is buried somewhere that only the Agrests and Graham de Vanily know.
There are even crazy conspiracy theories that she sold her soul to the devil so that Gabriel could be the most famous fashion designer in the world. Because indeed, his career took off after he lost his wife.
This theory is definitely crazier than my theory that Adrien is Chat Noir. Hahahahaha. Hilarious.
I found an enticing article called: The Love Story of Gabriel Agrest and Emilie Graham de Vanily.
It said that Emilie was sent to Paris to study and fell in love with the poor tailor Gabriel, and that Graham de Vanily did not support their relationship because she renounced her title and married Gabriel. It also says that they couldn't have children for a while, but then they got Adrien, who they called a little miracle.
Aw, that's so sweet. Especially this story of his parents. That's why the fact that she died is even painful. Now it is clear why Gabriel Agreste does not appear in public that much. He's still grieving for his wife and I'm sure he would do anything to get her back.
But dead people can't come back. As much as we want it.
I immediately remembered Hermoine and looked at the framed picture of the two of us that I keep on the shelf. I smiled because I know she would be happy to know what I've been through. And how much it made me a stronger person.
Huh, I need Chat Noir now. I want to talk to him about everything. I haven't seen him since a friday. Oh no. Maybe something happened to him...
No no. I don't want to think about this and worry. But I really want to see him. I miss him so much. If only I had his phone number so I could call him. Or write to him.
But since he's a super hero, this between us is fucked up. And a lot.