And Off With Their Mask

Little stories I have, drabbles and mostly semi-AU. I love Adrienette and Marichat the most, expect to see them a lot.

Hide Behind (Chloe)

It was better to hide behind insults. (Chloe sees them together and falls apart.)

A/N: Don't own. I just want Chloe feels.

She's Chloe Bourgeois, the mayor's daughter. Spoiled, prissy, and stuck up are what people call her. In love, whether it be for material gain or not, is another thing she's known for. Her heart's set on one boy, they all know who, Adrien. Her clothes are designer and spotless, bright and stands out from everyone else's. It matches Adrien's choice of wear. She hates everyone beneath her.

But that's not true. She's Chloe, once a girl who loves to have picnics with her mother on nice sunny days. Warm and kind before her mother up and leaves her in the too big mansion her father buys for them.

"We need the space dear. Your mom said you wanted a little brother or sister."

Hiding underneath all the makeup and hurtful words is a girl who doesn't know why she has no mother to give flowers to on Mother's Day.

Designer clothes thrown at her to keep her happy, because her father doesn't know how to take care of a child that looks painfully like his wife.

"I can't do it Gabriel, look at her. Just let down her hair and she looks so much like…"

So she ties up her hair and hides behind the powder and smirk she wears every day.

And no, not Adrien. Never Adrien.

"You go girl! Woo I won, cough it up Nino!"

She hates him in particular.

"Hey, what about him? Kim said they were secretly dating!"

Her blonde hair, stiff with products, swishes in the new couple's direction. Chloe stares at their hands and nervous smiles.

"Alya!"

Her grimace turns into a frown as she stares at her nails.

"Ha, I got 50 on them. Even Nath got 10!"

"A-Alix!"

Something gets caught in her throat. It's dry.

"Adrienette is real!"

She has enough and slams her hands down on her desk. She gives a snide comment and walks out the door with her head high and shoulders squared.

In the restrooms, however, she cries. Chloe holds up the trinket on her necklace and remembers.

"Marinette..."

She remembers a girl in a bright red dress and twin tails handing her a present with a smile on her face a few years ago.

"Happy Birthday! I hope you like it, I thought this would look pretty on you."

It has always been her.

Never Adrien.