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Damian grumbled getting out of bed, his father sent him to Paris to see what’s been happening. He still had to attend school so he was enrolled at the local school. He gets ready for school and heads out. He grumbles and ignores the looks he gets as he enters the classroom.
“And they just love me!” One girl boasts as he takes a seat.
The person sitting next to him was sitting with her head down. When she hears his bag hit the floor, she raises her head and looks over. With a raised eyebrow she says “Welcome to hell.”
“That rude! Are you trying to scare the new student?” the ombre haired girl screams.
“Nah, just warning him,” his seat partner says, putting her head back down on the desk, trying to get her much needed sleep.
He wanted to ask what she meant, but who assumed is the teacher entered. She smiled and greeted the class. “And many may have noticed, we have a new student. Would you come down and introduce yourself to the class?”
“No, I would prefer to stay here.” The teacher’s smile faltered for a second.
“I feel as though your classmates would like to get to know you better.”
“I would prefer you drop it, I don’t want to.” The teacher’s smile strains before moving on with the lesson. By the end of class, he could tell Bustier had no control over her class, she didn’t care about whatever class did unless it was his seat partner. She was just trying to sketch, but the rest of the class got away with talking throughout the whole class.
During lunch, he heard the ridiculousness that was Lila Rossi. All her extravagant stories she told, but that’s just what they were, stories.
“Thanks,” he says, taking a seat beside his now more awake partner.
“What?” She asked, looking up confused.
“For the welcome to hell,” He states, a smile breaks out on her face, it’s the first time he’s seen her smile.
“Well I hope I can help make your stay a little less hellish, my name is Marinette,” She smiles, holding out her hand.
“I can’t wait,” He responds, shaking her hand.