LORE DROP TO KEEP THE NATION FED!
(Chloé + Sabrina centric)
"Oh my god, so- Dupain-Cheng, right? You'll never believe what I heard her say to herself earlier today."
"What?"
Chloé had to giggle and snort to herself for a few seconds before she was even able to say it. "Ok, so she was— She dropped her pencil, or something, right? And like—" Chloé started twirling her gum around her finger, before popping it all back in her mouth. "—She said 'Oopsie'. Fucking 'Oopsie'."
Sabrina broke out into laughter that she couldn't contain behind her hand no matter how close she kept it to her face.
"Like- We're in terminale, Cheng, you can say 'Fuck'. It's literally so not hard."
"I've never heard her swear ever."
"What do you think she does if she burns, like, the little cookies she spends all day making?" Chloé shrugged, leaning further into the locker she was up against. "'Oh golly gosh darnit!'," she mocked. "'What a predicament!'"
"'Oh jinkies, my sweet treats are ruined! Whatever shall I do?'"
Sabrina liked seeing Chloé laugh, no matter what she was laughing about. Out of anything Chloé could've been doing that morning, gossiping was the least likely to get them hurt.
"Mademoiselle Bourgeois, that state of attire is not appropriate for a learning environment."
Chloé pursed her lips upon hearing Madam Bustier call her out. She tugged onto the lace hem of the tanktop below her crop jacket, bringing the hem just to touch the waistband of her jeans despite fully intending to not keep it that way.
"Fine, better?" she frowned.
"...Have a pleasant day, Mademoiselle Bourgeois. Don't make me chat with your father again."
At the 'next chat' they would be having, her Daddy would be the one doing the talking, that's for sure. All these stupid rules just seemed to be put in place to mock the concept of being fashionable. Hell, the other day she'd been chastised for showing up in Juicy Couture—Juicy Couture! Apparently it wasn't 'academic enough'. It was almost like they fucking knew half of Chloé's closet was Juicy Couture.
"God, what a bitch."
"It's whatever, Bibi," she mumbled under her breath. "If they want me to start dressing like a kindergarten teacher, I'll be the hottest kindergarten teacher they could ask for. With like... little yellow jackets or striped shirts or whatever."
Sabrina giggled at the thought of such a thing. "Catholic housewife style?"
"Pfft, no— Dupain-Cheng dresses enough like that for the whole damn school."
Adrien passed by them, not bothering to even wave like he used to. He didn't really even acknowledge anybody in the hallway, actually. It was weird.
"By the way, Chloé—" Sabrina grimaced nervously, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Is it true that he's, like..."
"I don't want to talk about it," Chloé said.
"What?! Come on, you told me you guys were engaged at one point, there's no way you wouldn't know."
Chloé took in a sharp inhale through her nose, her shoulders rising with it. "Beebs, if we're talking any more about this, it'll be in the bathroom."
They made sure to find one that any teachers wouldn't stop by. Coincidentally, it was the same one that all of the druggies would use for the very same reason, but it was so early in the day that most of them weren't even out of bed yet. Except Chloé, that is.. but coke is a party drug, so it doesn't count.
Sabrina braced herself as Chloé readied to break the news.
"No."
"...Seriously? That's all you had to—"
"No, Bibi, that's not all of it!" Chloé then shoved Sabrina and herself into the nearest stall, still unsure if they had enough privacy to talk about it. "I know that he's not because I've fucking kissed him before!"
Sabrina seemed to think this was the equivalent to Chloé winning a million dollars when it really wasn't. She was being totally ridiculous about it, like it was worth caring that it happened.
"You kissed Adrien Agresté? There is no way—"
Reflexively, Chloé forced a hand over Sabrina's mouth. "God, Beebs, it's how I figured out I wasn't into guys! Also, we were like 12 when it happened, so it didn't even count."
"Buht shtill!" Sabrina's ridiculous little goofy smile could still be seen through Chloé's hand just as much as her voice could be heard. "I dohn't fhink anywone's evah kisshed 'im befo—"
"Well, he's not gay, because if he was, he would've reacted like I had afterwards," Chloé simply spat. "He had that goofy little smile on his face like yours, too. ...Weirdest part was that he mumbled something along the lines of me looking like his mom."
Sabrina was now free from the grasp of Chloé's hand, even if she was still backed up against the door of the stall. "Weird," she said with a smirk.
"Yeah, and she wasn't even, like, dead yet."
"Totally. Gosh, no wonder you guys couldn't get married, that'd be so gross."
Chloé looked off into the distance (that, in their situation, was the tiled wall of the bathroom maybe two away at most). It wasn't worth mentioning that the kiss had happened after that point anyways; That's not what Chloé was the most hung up about.
"That's not why," she said. "I was never told why."
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