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Adrien is having a very shitty week...
He's currently on a new diet that leaves much to be desired, along with the fact that the calorie count is absolutely not enough considering his extracurricular activities and superhero lifestyle and he's a growing 15 year old. He's had two photoshoots so far that have been long and tiresome. He's seen his father a whooping total of seven minutes the whole month. He's had to cancel plans with his friends because his father wasn't happy with his piano lessons (which he played perfectly, by the way). There's been slightly more Akumas lately, and he got his ass handed to him by two in the night.
So Adrien is hungry, exhausted, and half out of it on that...Thursday? He doesn't even know what day it is. He just wants to go eat something delicious, get back into bed, and collapse for roughly half a day. Everything is so unpleasant around him, from classmates talking to papers ruffling. Nino, Alya, and Marinette obviously know he feels like crap as they give him sympathetic expressions. He all but passes out into a deep sleep as soon as his head touches the desk.
Before he knows it, someone is bumping his shoulder. He groans softly before waking up, opening his eyes to see Nino giving him a look of concern.
"Hey, dude, you slept all the way through to lunch," the other says with amusement and worry heavy in his tone, "Luckily, Lila is out for the morning. Otherwise, you'd never have gotten the chance to sleep."
For sure. Lila would have had his arm in a death grip all morning. She's another reason he often feels so uncomfortable. She clings way too much to him even though he's told her to stop. He nods before yawning silently, stretching out. He does feel a lot better, actually. He would kill to have a tasty meal right now though.
"Thanks, Nino," he smiles back before starting for the door, "I have to eat at home today. See you after lunch?"
"Duh, dude," his best friend grins before starting for the cafeteria. Adrien watches him go before heading to his locker. He's got to grab something first and make sure Plagg hasn't eaten all of his Camembert. The tiny godlike creature is definitely a pig. He just opens his door when someone wraps themselves around his middle. He instantly knows who it is, cringing as he tries to pull away.
"Adrien," Lila's voice is sickly sweet, "I'm so sorry I wasn't in class earlier. Had something important I had to help my mom with. You know what that's like..."
"Yeah..." Adrien nods, since he is working for his father's modeling agency. It's not unusual to have to help with something unexpectedly. But he's also pretty sure Lila is lying and just slept in, "If you'll excuse me, I have to go home for lunch-"
"Can I borrow your notes from this morning?" Lila goes on 'innocently' as though she hadn't heard him. She leans into his side, clinging to his arm with sharp nails as he attempts to back away. The shelves dig into his back, stopping him from escaping.
"You'll want to go see Max about that," Adrien speaks up truthfully before trying to pull away. Her nails dig in more as he winces, "I fell asleep last time. I know he records the lessons with Markov."
"That's a good idea," Lila says before smiling at him. It only makes Adrien's stomach curl in dread as she presses even closer to him, right against his front. The locker shelves dig into his neck and back more as he shifts further away. He's starting to become more than uncomfortable, "I'll ask him later. But for now we should go get lunch."
"I already told you," Adrien grunts in frustration, "I'm going back home for my food. My father will be mad if I don't show up soon."
"I can convince him to let us go somewhere," the other waves her hand dismissively, "Just you and me, Adrien..."
"Look, I can't keep doing this," Adrien clenches his fists, "Can you let go of me, please? You're making me uncomfortable."
"I couldn't possibly be making you uncomfortable!" Lila exclaims in mock shock, pressing against him even more as he flinches back. He doesn't want to have to fight his way out of this. He's been raised with some manners, after all. But he will if she doesn't stop soon, "I thought you like people sticking close! You do it with Nino and Chloe all the time!"
"That's different," Adrien protests weakly, "Nino is my best friend. And Chloe is my oldest friend. She actually stops when I ask her to."
"But Adrien..." Lila fake pouts before her hands wander up to his chest. He quickly latches onto her wrists, stopping her. The liar's face twists sharply in surprise and anger, "We had a deal, remember?"
"Yeah, but getting handsy isn't part of it," Adrien hisses before shaking his head, "Let me g-"
He's unprepared for the bash his head gets to the shelf. It leaves him dazed as his vision blurs, stars flying. Before he can do anything, someone is forcibly kissing him on the lips. He tries to move away but teeth latch onto the side of his lip, pain flaring through him as he yelps.
"OW!" He shouts before trying to dislodge the other, "STOP IT!"
She does after a moment, teeth stained with blood and a smug smirk on her lips. His new wound throbs as liquid spills onto his white shirt. His legs shake with nerves and adrenaline, not quite used to this level of violence outside the suit.
"Our deal, remember, Adrien?" Lila grins wickedly before eyeing him as he quickly pulls his outer shirt off to stem the flow of blood, "I can do anything I want to you. Touch. Kiss. Anything. We're friends, remember? Wouldn't want Marinette expelled again, would we? I doubt another lie I come up with could help get her back in again."
Adrien clenches his fists. Hot white anger slams into him.
"Leave Marinette alone!" He yells, wondering if anyone will hear them and actually investigate. He fucking hopes so, "I'm not stupid, Lila. I know you're still hurting her! I thought your stupid lies were harmless but I should have stopped this a long time ago."
Lila looks pissed at that.
"As if you could," she scoffs before rolling her eyes, leaning toward him. Adrien gags slightly, trying to move away, "Who's going to believe the new guy when they wouldn't even believe the girl they've known for years? I have Gabriel Agreste wrapped around my finger too. Kiss your freedom goodbye if you want to. We all know he'll pull you out of here in a heartbeat. More time with me! Isn't that just delightful!"
Adrien pales. He absolutely wants to hurl. What the fuck!?! Not only is she threatening his friends. Now she's threatening his freedom. Freedom he desperately needs. The very freedom that's stopping him from either running away to become Chat Noir full time or killing himself from depression and self-hatred.
"Why so pale, Adrien?" Lila grins before pressing closer, "Maybe you should see the nurse...I'll escort you..."
As she speaks, her hands roam around his body. Adrien is used to being touched to be guided into modeling positions. But he's no way prepared for the filthy fingers that dig into his flesh sharply. He jerks away before there's suddenly pressure against his throat, partially blocking off his air. Her arm is over his neck, pressing into the locker.
"Don't be dumb, Adrien," she scoffs, "Now get cleaned up. I'll be the best girlfriend ever."
"That's...that's a lie," Adrien spits out angrily, "We're not together! And I know a liar when I see one! My father lies to me all the time. Now let go of me, Lila!"
"No, I don't think I will yet," her arm pushes down further. She's pretty strong as he gasps for breath, "You haven't learned your place yet. You're mine. Not Marinette's. Mine. Got that!?"
He does the only thing he can think of. He spits in her face.
Not the best idea...
Lila becomes enraged, flipping like a switch. Suddenly, fists are flying into his chest, stomach, and face. He's pretty sure he looks like he went head to head with a wild cat. Honestly, he looses track as it all blurs together. Normally, he'd be able to stop this all. But right now he's shaky, exhausted, and malnourished.
Before he's aware of it, he's on the ground. Meow-ch. He feels like he's gone against an Akumatized victim. Everything aches fiercely, especially his ribs. Wait, didn't he get Cataclysmed there once? It hurt more than this. Or did it? He can't remember...
Someone flips him over onto his back. He groans before freezing as hands shuffle to his belt. He can feel legs on either side of his own an-
"OW!" Someone yelps before collapsing off of him. He grunts before trying to sit up. Okay, yeah. His ribs actually do hurt a lot. He gets his attention back just in time to see Lila diving for him. He reacts with fast reflexes, kicking her across the face. The other screeches as she flies across the ground, shirt ripping on something as her cheek hits the wall harshly. Adrien climbs to his feet, still feeling very unsteady. He leans against the locker, assessing the damage. His lip is definitely rebleeding, his neck throbs from scratches and bruises, his middle hurts, and his head does too.
"Damn you and Marinette Dupain Cheng!" Lila snarls as she stands up, "If you two would have fallen for my lies, none of this would be happening! But that doesn't matter to me. You attacked me, after all! Tried to rape me! But I fought you off. Got away in time. No one will believe you because I'm a girl. Oh! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?!"
And she dashes out of the room. Adrien can't even hope to catch up with her, the room swaying at an alarming rate. He feels really really shitty...
"Come on, kid, let's get out of here!" Plagg shouts as Adrien frowns in confusion and concern. His ribs feel a little bruised...he really really feels shitty. Something tugs on his ear, "Wake up, kit! Let's go!"
He nods shakily, slowly drifting as he starts for the window. He won't get out in time if he goes the way Lila went. Everyone probably already knows her lies she'll come up with.
Owww...
"Plagg," he huffs before holding onto his ribs, leaning against the wall, "Claws out..."
He bounds out of the window without a second thought, mind half hazy...