Marinette: A Narrative Fiction

After getting a warning from Madame Bustier about interrupting, the class went on. As they knew each other, she allowed Felix to sit with Marinette. However, that didn't mean that the class' attention was all there. They were too caught up in the fact that the formal blonde had returned. Nino and Nathanael were practically vibrating in their seats in their excitement to greet their old friend. This was not lost on Felix, who was fighting an eye roll at their reactions. Honestly, why was he friends with them again?

A light smack on his shoulder jolted him from his thoughts. He turned and looked into Marinette's sky-blue eyes. His eyebrow raised in question.

"Stop asking yourself why you’re friends with them. Even if they annoy you, deep
If he had less control of his reactions, he would have cursed under his breath. When the bell sounded his classmates would converge and question him, something he wanted nothing to do with. In all honesty, he wanted to reconverge with his comrades in peace than deal with his excitable classmates.

Just then Nino stretched his arms behind him, then joined his hands together, one of his thumbs extended outward. To anyone else it wouldn't have meant a thing, but to the eyes of his closest friends, it was a signal that told them to meet at the Dupain-Cheng Bakery in one hour. It was a code they came up with when they had been seated apart and couldn't talk. This meant that his friends knew that he was going to make a break for it to avoid the crowd, and they would meet up at the bakery when they could.

Now having a plan of action Felix packed up his bag discreetly as to not alert anyone and got ready to bolt. As the bell rang, he booked it as his friends covered him. Nino blocked the front exit, and Nathanael covered the back in order to give him enough time to make his way off school grounds. His lips tugged upward as he agreed with Marinette's earlier statement. Even if his friends did drive him nuts at times, he wouldn't trade them for the