Отдай! / Give!

Why am I so unlucky in the morning? You got up on the wrong foot, didn't you? Whatever I do, everything goes against me. I stumble over everything I can, I fall. All things fall out of hand. Why am I so unlucky today? By the way, I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng and I'm seventeen years old. My appearance is normal, nothing special. I am short, blue-eyed, brunette with short hair. On my head I have, as usual, two bony ponytails, which look quite cute. And now I'm going to school, where I'm in my senior year. Even on the road, things don't go as planned. I looked to the side for a second and now I’m flying forward, colliding with someone. I close my eyes in fear that now it will hurt me a lot, but it wasn’t there. I'll land on someone, my forehead resting on someone's chest. - You! I hear an angry and familiar voice. No, just not him. I beg. — Sorry! I open my eyes and quickly get up off the person. So what is today? - Didn't they teach you to look ahead, bug? - only he. Only he calls me that. I wonder if my heart is pounding now because of what happened, or because of him? “I…” I look at him and can’t say anything. How to justify? — Damn you! Aren't you late? The lessons have already begun, - the guy looks at me, smirking. - Exactly! I no longer look at him, straighten my bag on my shoulder and run away. Eh, the one I ran into, my classmate is Adrien Agreste. Blond with green eyes like fresh grass. Another demon. He often skips and is late, so he is in no hurry, not like me. He treats many things with indifference, coldly. To be rude, to play an evil joke is the norm for him. I heard that Adrian often gets into fights, but I have never seen it myself. But more he reminds me of a black cat, which many are afraid of, but they are so alluring, attractive. And…hell, I turned out to be that sweet and quiet girl from the books who likes the bad guy. Didn't want it, but it's true. With him, my heart is beating wildly. Although, I still hope that it is from fear. He's scary - it's true. But it's also attractive. Marie, you're so stupid to think about him. Time passed, as did the lessons. By the way, two lessons have already passed. Now it's recess, usually everyone goes to school, but this time many decided to stay in the class, like me. Don't think that I don't have girlfriends. They are, there are three of them: Alya, Julieka and Rose. Alya is sitting next to me now, and the rest are not at school today, they are sick. - Mary, you can give me your phone for a minute. Mine is dead, - asked a friend. “Yes, hold on,” I hold out the phone to her, but someone intercepts it. Without turning around, I shout: - Give it back! “Oh, I wonder what might be there—no, he’s back again…” “Adrian, return the phone,” Alya looks at him menacingly. She is combative and he does not scare her in any way. “I don’t want to,” Agreste answers and looks at me attentively. What does he want? Waiting for my actions? “You…” I stutter. - What did you say there? Adrian smirks and narrows his eyes in a sly way. What did he think? - Give it back! — momentary courage. - And you take it, bug, - everyone also grins, but takes steps back. - What do you want from me? - I stand and do not understand what to do. I can't just return my phone. “Nothing,” he still takes steps back, and I start to follow him. God, what's going on? “Then give me my phone, please,” I beg you, give it back. “So, take it away, bug,” he only says words and he is already outside the class. What? W-where? Without thinking about anything, I hurry after him. What did he think? Why did I become the object of his mockery today? Could it be because she fell on him this morning? We cross the corridor in front of everyone. How embarrassing. Sulfus periodically looks back in my direction, all with the same smirk. I can't imagine what's going on in his head. We go down the stairs to the lower floor, and again we run through the entire corridor. Change is in full swing, people are not decreasing. I can't catch up with him, he's much faster. Already at the new stairs, Agreste slows down a little, it is noticeable, because I am significantly catching up with him. But it's not enough yet. On the flight of stairs, he stops abruptly and turns to me. I did not have time to understand what was happening, stop, and crash into him. I rest my forehead on his chest. Again. Not my day. “Now we are alone,” I jump back and look around. Indeed, there is no one here. - What? - what does it all mean? — Are you afraid? — Adrian looks at me attentively as he walks forward. I'm retreating. A little more and I'll be pressed against the wall. “I… yes,” I feel a cold wall on my back. “And if I tell you not to be afraid of me?” He rests his hands on the wall, on either side of my head. “I don’t understand,” my voice fails me, I whisper. Nothing fits in my head. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.” The blond also starts to speak softly. The whole thing is starting to shake me. His words do not comfort me. “I can’t,” I barely manage to say and close my eyes. Why can't this day just be a dream? To my forehead a stranger touches, and a palm rests on the cheek. I feel a slight stroking of a large viewer, but I do not open my eyes. “Am I scary that much, bug?” His heart is pounding so hard that Adrien can definitely hear. "I don't know, what does he want to hear from me?" Am I afraid of him? Yes. Does it scare? Not? These are different feelings. He pulls back a little, but doesn't remove his hand. - Open your eyes. Look at me - one, two, three. I open my eyes and see his emerald eyes. They are very close “I don't want you to be afraid of me. You will never harm. Never. I what? What does it mean? This is true? Or is he joking? This can't be true, can it? Adrien Agreste stands in a couple of stops from me, and speaks in such a gentle tone. I look into his eyes, I understand what it all means. It's too weird. It can't be with me. - I like you. It can't be, I don't believe it. “I know,” he answers easily and with understanding, “But it’s true. - Why me? - I am attracted to you. I can't explain how it all happened. But I'm sure of my feelings. For me you are like a bright star. — A star? It's not about me. “You don't have to think it's not. The main thing is that I see you like this. Marinette, I like you. - What do you want from me? I look at the floor, not at him. Empty head. - I do not ask you to reciprocate now. Just give it a chance. I will prove that my words are true. I sincerely say everything - I want to communicate, I want. It all feels like a dream. Even imperceptibly I pinch my hand. And this is reality. - I ... - I do it because of internal fixation. What could be next is frightening. But I want it - I'll give it a chance. There are no further words. Adrian pulls me to his hand and hugs me, presses me to him. Hid his face in the curve of my personality that feels like he's breathing. Uncertainly I put my hands on my back, slightly squeezing his T-shirt in my palm. It's so nice just to be in the arms of the person you like. this day isn't as bad as i said before?