บท 22: Dark Cupid
"In most fairy tales, the prince breaks the curse by kissing the princess. Can anyone tell me why?"
Rose stood up enthusiastically. "It's because only love can conquer hate!" She squeaked. Is it weird I find her voice cute?
Miss Bustier smiled. "That's right, Rose."
Max then stood up. "Technically speaking, this reasoning is only exhibited in about eighty-seven percent in all fairy tales." He stated.
"Thank you, Max," Miss Bustier gestured for him to sit down.
She then looked towards us. Well, not us but at Adrien. He had his head down in concentration, writing something. Probably that poem. But who is it for anymore...me...?
"Adrien, I hope what your writing has to do with my lesson? Can you tell me what I just said?"
He sighed. "That's why in most fairy tales the prince breaks the spell by kissing the princess, because only loves conquers hate." He answered easily.
"Very good, Adrien!"
"You're so lucky you can listen even while doing something else!" I told him. "I'm so jelly!"
"O-oh! Thanks...?" He said sheepishly. "What does jelly mean?"
"Jealous."
"Oh, okay."
"So, what are you writing?"
Right then and there, all the blood in Adrien's body decided to betray him and gather in his cheeks.
"W-what? I'm not writing anything...Oh, look! Miss Bustier's giving out homework, we better listen!"
"Now, students. Don't forget to finish 'Sleeping Beauty' by Charles Perrault tonight, and happy Valentine's Day students!"
"Hey, Marinette-"
I stopped speaking and looked towards where my bestfriend was looking. She was watching Adrien throwing away the paper he was writing on in class.
"Hey, you asked if Adrien was writing a poem just now, right?"
"Uh, yeah...?" Where is this going?
"And he turn red right after...I think he actually did write a poem! Come on, I'm going to look for it!"
"In the trash? Marinette, no! That's just creepy. If he threw it away, that means that he doesn't want it anymore!"
"But that doesn't mean that we don't want it anymore!" She teased.
"Marinette! Alya, can you help me?"
"Sorry, girl...I am kinda curious...What? It's Valentine's Day, Yin! Who knows? He may be writing a poem for you!"
"Still, it's not right! I admit, I would like to know what he wrote, but that doesn't change the fact that we're invading his privacy! And looking for it in a trash can makes it even worse."
"Ah, ha! Got it!" Shouted a triumph Marinette.
She smoothed out the wrinkles Adrien had made when he scrunched up the paper and read the poem out loud.
"Your beautiful brown eyes have given me a penny for my thoughts, and now I've realized that it is my heart that you have caught. Your gorgeous hair with colors natural and true, it gives me the hope that you'll be my beau. The love I have for you I hope you can see, and my Valentine I hope that you will be," she read.
I could tell I've transformed into a tomato just by looking at Marinette and Alya's smug ass faces. Is it bad that I want to slap my bestfriends?
"Okay, you've gotten what you wanted, now put it back!"
"Girl! Aren't you at least a little bit intrigued? Adrien wrote you love poem!" Exclaimed Alya.
"How do you know it's for me? It's not like he told you," I said, but deep down, I know I hope that it's true.
"First of all, even if it wasn't for you, you certainly seem to think so. You should see the color of your face!" Laughed Alya. "And, hair so natural and true? He probably talking about how your hair is brown and naturally fades to white at the end."
"How are you so sure?"
"Really, Yin? How many girls have you seen have two colors in their hair?"
"A lot-"
"-naturally."
I slowly looked at the paper in Marinette's hands. "Do you really think it's for me...?"
"Of course, girl! Wait, Marinette, look at her face! She's redder than the roses in the flower shop I saw on the way here!"
I touch both of my cheeks with my hands, and boy was it warm. "You are so mean."
"Yin, I have an idea!" Said Marinette. "Why don't you write a response to his poem?"
"And let him know that we picked up his trash and invaded his privacy? No thank you."
"Hmm...Then don't sign it!" Suggested Alya.
"What?"
"Don't sign the card!"
"But he's still going to know!" I protested.
"No he won't!"
I looked at Marinette and Alya's excited faces. I could continue to deny them, but I really don't have the energy. And, maybe I do want to write that answer to Adrien's poem...
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"Great, I'll go pick up a card from the flower shop and meet you guys later, at Marinette's right?"
I nodded. I might regret this. A lot.
"-is ranked highest in popularity!" Announced Max, handing a heart-shaped box to Kim.
Kim opened the box and inside was a beautiful brooch.
"It's perfect, Max! I better hit the home run with his one."
"What do you think they're talking about?" Alya asked, nudging me.
"Probably just Max advising Kim about his confession to Chloe. I feel bad for him. Whatever spell Chloe has placed on him, there seems to be no cure," I explained.
"He's in love with Chloe?" Asked Marinette. More like shouted, actually.
"He's definitely getting rejected...Which means he'll become an akuma! I have to get this for my blog!"
"Alya, that's so shallow!"
The reporter looked guilty. "It is, but I'm still going to interview him!"
"Alya!"
"So," Alya said to Kim. Her phone was out and the camera was rolling. "Who is the lucky receiver of this magnificent jewel?"
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