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Chapter 3 - Oh Goddamn, Not Another Rockstar

Talk about me, make it all about you. Caught you ripping your jeans, and that's when I knew. You'd leave me dead if it'd set you apart, and I'm like, "Oh, goddamn, not another rockstar".

After the graffiti stunt, he was more careful. He told her she was pretty and adorable and fun to be around, he told her she was special. She couldn’t believe it. The most gorgeous person in the school and he was interested in her , no strings attached? It seemed to be too good to be true!

But like everything, it was. Sure, he was cool, popular, really different from every other boy who had ever vied for her attention. He didn’t get himself into trouble needlessly, he seemed so nice, he didn’t take more than she gave him.

And he had given her a necklace this one time, a pink flower with a pearl center, and said that he wanted to date her. She said yes, obviously, who wouldn’t want to date Gorgeous Nathan from the gym club? It gave Marinette a… feeling in her stomach. She wanted to think it was good, but her gut kept making her extra aware of things. So did Felix’s warning.

As time went on, she noticed more.

He was very self-obsessed, more concerned with his reputation than remembering lunches or birthdays, anything like that, he openly complimented other girls that were ‘special’ and ‘amazing’, but why would Marinette have a right to be possessive over that? Sure, they were dating, but this was Nathan.

But then he’d apologize and everything would be okay. And they’d start the dance again. He’d flirt with other girls, he’d ignore her, he’d apologize and get her a gift, and then he’d ignore her again.

He spent more time with his friends and admirers than he did with her, but that was fine, right? He was really popular anyway. And that was all well and good. For a little while at least.

He's been a player since the cradle. Aren't I lucky 'cause he could have chosen any girl to fuck with? And he chose me, so I guess I should be grateful, no, no, no, no.

Marinette walked through the halls, looking for the spot where her locker was. She turned the corner and stopped as she passed Nathan and Claude. Claude didn’t look happy and Nathan looked annoyed, which was strange, considering they were really close friends, so she stuck around to eavesdrop.

“–You can’t just do that to her.”

“What exactly is stopping me? We both know you won’t tell her.” He leaned on the locker above Claude’s face. “You can’t because I know too much, don’t I? You can’t risk it.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat?” Claude didn’t even blink, crossing his arms. “And I never even said I was going to do anything, you’re being overdramatic. My only point was that you’re using her and it’s not right.”

“It’s not my fault she’s boring as fuck, I have no need for her.”

“Oh, that’s funny, because you seemed to be obsessed with the idea of having her before you actually got her, now it’s like you don’t even care.”

“So?” Nathan shrugged. “She won’t give me what I want, I’m done with her.”

“So then actually tell her? You’re being an ass, don’t leave her in the dark about it, you’ll shatter her. And honestly, the fact that you’re using her to try to get something from her is sick, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Again, why should I care?” Nathan shrugged, straightening and adjusting his backpack on his shoulder. “It’s not my problem. And you’d do well to stay out of my business, got it?”

Marinette blinked tears out of her eyes, taking a breath to compose herself before turning around and running, heading to her classroom and sliding into Claude’s seat next to Alina.

“Hey, girl! Mad at Nathan again?” Alina tilted her head as Marinette sat down in a huff.

“You should’ve heard what he said.” She was near tears as she turned to Alina. “He and Claude were fighting about it, I heard it.”

“Fighting about what?” Alina asked. Mari didn’t bother answering, staring at the desk in front of her.

Instead, Marinette watched as Nathan winked at her before sitting down. Alina wrinkled her nose. Claude got to where Mari was sitting, rubbed her hair sympathetically, and went to his usual spot by Nathan, not even glancing at him.

“Mar, I’m sorry.” Alina patted her shoulder. “That sucks.” She didn’t respond, turning to look at the teacher. Did that mean she focused on the lesson? Of course not. She could just figure it out later when she actually felt like thinking.

It seemed like forever had passed by the time class ended. Nathan got up and approached her desk, ignoring Claude and Alina glaring daggers at him.

“Hey, Mari, you okay?” He asked with a model grin. She didn’t meet his eyes.

“You should’ve told me you didn’t want me around anymore, I shouldn’t have had to figure it out by overhearing you.” She glared at the desk in front of her.

“Babe, you don’t know what that was about. You know I love you, don’t doubt me like that, sweetheart.”

“What else would it be about?!” Marinette stood up. She felt small next to Nathan, but he was going to hear her if she had any say in it.

“Sweetheart, don’t make me out to be the bad guy here.” Nathan said, smiling sweetly at her. She didn’t blush. She didn’t even blink.

“Don’t even!” She glared. “I heard you! You’ve been doing this with me over and over again, just running away to someone else then coming back because you need something! I’m not an idiot!”

“Clearly you are if you think there’s something going on.” He rolled his eyes, losing his patience. “You have no idea what’s going on here.”

“ Ugh. Just leave me alone, Nathan! I don’t want you to keep toying with me like this! I should’ve just listened to Felix earlier.” She hissed.

“Listened to Felix? What’d he tell you?” He raised an eyebrow indignantly.

“He told me that you’d do this! He told me you weren’t who I thought you were and why is it that he’s right? You told me you loved me and you pull this over and over again! How could you?”

“Marinette.” Nathan growled, his tone getting dangerously aggressive. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. Felix is a liar. You stay away from him, you’re mine .”

“Make me.” She challenged. He growled, like an animal, and his hand went back like he was going to hit her. She winced.

“Nathan, back off.” Alina ordered, stepping in front of Marinette as Claude held his arm back in a warning gesture.

“Nate, don’t.” He warned.

“Get the hell off me.” Nathan snarled, shoving Claude into the desk behind them. Claude actually cried out when he hit it, causing Alina to go help him back up. Now that she was away from Marinette, Nathan saw his window and did the unexpected.

He grabbed Marinette’s shoulders and got up in her face. “I don’t want you to talk about Felix ever again .” He growled.

“No.” Marinette said, trying to not look absolutely terrified. Nathan was huge. He could hurt her easily. She didn’t have a chance.

“ Excuse me? Marinette, you’re really starting to get on my nerves.” He said.

“Like you’re not getting on mine?” She did her best to glare. Nathan let go with one hand and hit her. He hit her. Marinette fell back into her seat, leaning on the desk as her hand shot to her cheek.

“That’s it.” Alina growled. “You get away from her now.”

“Or what, you’ll tell the teacher?” He mocked.

“Nathan.” Felix said, his voice stern and cold, drawing everyone’s attention to the boy who, apparently , was still in the room. “You leave her alone, or I’ll tell Father .” He warned.

Nathan froze. “You wouldn’t.” He managed. Felix raised an eyebrow in challenge. “…Punk.” Nathan glared before leaving the room.

Felix grabbed his bag and walked over to Marinette. Alina pulled the girl closer to her protectively, not letting go until Felix pulled out a first aid kit. “Let me see it, Marinette.”

“I’m okay, it’s just a bruise.” She said shakily, pulling her hand away.

“You’re lucky he didn’t hit you with his ringed hand, it would have left a scar.” Felix said calmly. “Ms Leroux, could you get some ice from the cafeteria for her.”

“Yeah, sure thing. Be right back, Mar.” She pat Marinette’s shoulder before leaving the room.

“Do you have a headache, Ms Cheng?” Felix asked. Marinette didn’t miss the switch from first name to last name.

“No.” She replied. “You know, you don’t have to call me Ms Cheng. You can call me Marinette if you want.” She smiled.

“I’d like to apologize for my brother… Marinette,” he started, “I couldn’t say much and you deserved better.”

“It’s okay, Felix, really. You warned me well enough.”

“I’d also like to offer an apology from me. I was worried about telling you too much and getting in trouble with Nathan. I should’ve done better.” Felix added.

“It wasn’t your responsibility, Fe, don’t blame yourself for this mess.” She shrugged with a smile.

“He’s my brother, he is my responsibility.” Felix said dryly.

“Your savior is here!” Alina announced, striding into the room with a couple ice packs. “Think fast, Haprele.” She threw the bag at Claude, nailing him in the face with it.

“Ow, fuck you.” He grinned playfully.

“That’s one way to ‘heads up’ it.” Alina shrugged, tossing the other bag to Felix.

“Thank you.” Felix said, catching the ice pack. He pulled off his black tie and wrapped the ice pack in it before gently touching it against Marinette’s bruised cheek. “Hold that there, it should help with the swelling.”

“You’re… nice, Felix. I didn’t know that.” Marinette chuckled.

“I do my best not to be.” He offered a smirk in response, letting his gaze meet hers for a second before focusing back on her cheek.

“How come?” She asked, blushing as she averted her eyes too.

Felix paused. “I always thought people were a distraction. That they created problems for me and that I was better off alone. But… I suppose you just need to find good friends to realize… they’re not so bad.” He said softly, a light blush rising to his cheeks.

“Well, I’d love to be your friend if you’d let me.” She smiled.

“I think I’d like that.” He blushed, looking down quickly.

“Get a room.” Alina and Claude groaned in unison before snickering.

Felix shot them his usual cold glare, then paused and changed his reaction to a cold “shut up” instead. Marinette giggled.

“Friends then?” She asked, offering him her hand to hold his.

“Friends.” He agreed, shaking her hand instead. Close enough. She thought with a smile.

if you’ve read this far, thanks! This chapter got written to fill in the ‘no’ prompt from @marithanmarathon (tomorrow’s prompt), but it might not count because it’s part of a bigger Marithan fic lol

#marithan #not another rockstar #marinette cheng #gorgeous nathan from the gym club #felix sphinx #alina leroux #claude haprele #tw violence #miraculous fanfic #carissa's writing #carissa's work

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