I own nothing not even this computer. Please remember to read and review. This has been fun but it is now the end. Thank you for all of the great reviews that you have left. Final chapter, sorry if it is a little short compared to the other ones.

Marinette stood by Adrien's desk. She had a small paper bag clutched in one hand, her other hand held a water bottle and she had a pair of sunglasses on. She had woken up feeling absolutely terrible, as if someone was doing the rumba in her skull, as if all of the saliva had dried up in her mouth and then something had stuck a dead mouse in there. So she took headache medicine, put on some garish looking sunglasses to protect her eyesight and then grabbed what she needed from the bakery and gotten to school.

Luckily enough at the same time as Alya and Adrien so she had absolutely zero excuse to avoid giving what was in the paper bag to him.

"Uh Adrien?" She said walking up to him. He looked just as disheveled as she felt, wearing similar clothing to yesterday, his hair looked limper and he was wearing tinted sunglasses so she couldn't see his eyes.
"Hey Marinette." He responded with a shy smile. He sounded absolutely exhausted. "Did you get back okay?"
"Oh yeah I got back home just fine...I wanted to give you something. Since you said how much you liked sweets the other night and well..."She placed the bag on the table and pushed it to him. She twinned her hands together hoping that he would like it...if he didn't she was sure she would just faint dead away.

Adrien took the paper bag, the design for the Dupain-Cheng bakery on the front. He opened it and stood up in surprise.
Pastries, but not just any other pastries. Cheese pastries. Cheese danishes and scones, about six or seven in all, still warm and fresh.
"This is...Marinette thank you! This is amazing!" He looked at her with the biggest and happiest grin that he could muster given the fact that he was in intense amounts of pain from getting over the adrenaline shot.

"You're welcome Adrien...just thought I would get you something nice..."
"I have to return this favor! I need to!" He said grandly, almost theatrically enthusiastic. Marinette shot up to her full height and shook her hands anxiously.
"OH NO! That's okay, please you don't have to!"
"I want to! Please Marinette let me get you something!" He said eagerly, she might have only been able to see his lower face and his eyebrows but there was such a look of joyful excitement written on it that she could resist. After all how was she supposed to say no to a face that looked that happy and eager to give her a gift in return?

If only she could tell him that it was gift enough to see him that excited. To see him that happy. She smiled serenely at his happy face as Adrien took out a danish and popped a piece into his mouth chewing appreciatively at the sweet flavor and rich creaminess of the cheese.
Marinette walked back to her seat where Alya was grinning at her excitedly.
"Okay girl spill, what happened to you two last night? You just went running off before we could talk."
"Sorry he really wanted to make it up to me somehow so we just sort of ditched you guys...sorry."
"Girl do not apologize, you got to spend time with Adrien now you get to tell me all of the juicy gossipy details!" Alya said excitedly wrapping an arm around her best friends shoulders. Marinette smiled bashfully and plopped her head on her arms and looked at Adrien as he gave Nino a scone.

The quiet serene scene was broken when a small hand powerfully slapped down on the desk in front of them, knocking the four friends out of their individual thoughts.
"WELL?!" Alix demanded. Marinette, Adrien, Nino and Alya all looked at the short girl in shock before exchanging their own confused looks with each other. Adrien with Nino, Nino with Alya, Alya with Marinette and Marinette with Adrien before going back to the pink haired little pixie, who for some reason was wearing a heavy leather jacket that was about a dozen sizes to big to fit her. She looked like a child playing dress up.

"Well what?" Alya responded frowning at her. Not exactly trying to be rude. But definitely finished with all of the trouble that the girl had caused everyone over the past few days.
"Who walked away first? Or who fell for the other one first? We want details!" Kim demanded popping up behind Alix. Max rubbed his eyes, he had gotten no sleep the other night.
"I'm sorry I try to control them but they do not listen to a word that I say...You have to believe me that I try my best." Max said trying to ease the tensions.
"What do you two want to know anyway?" Marinette said confusion in her tone.
"Who won the bet! Duh!" Kim said leaning all the way over so that he was at their eye level. "It was my techniques right guys? Those are what won her over right Adrien? Marinette did he insult you? Tell me that he insulted you!"

"I...what?" Marinette asked drawing backwards a little, Alya leaned back to make sure that they didn't knock into each other.
"UGH! You didn't insult her?!" Kim rounded on Adrien angrily. "How do you expect to get a girl to like you if you don't insult her?"

"You guys are insane." Nino stated bluntly. "Like actually crazy."
"Wait this was a bet the entire time? "Adrien said confused. He was trying to piece the past few days together and all he came back to was how insane this entire thing had been for him and Marinette, and those two were doing it to try and see who would win?

"We only do things because they're bets!" Kim shouted at the top of his lungs, a few of the other classmates were starting to take notice. Except for Nathaniel who was still busy sketching and Chloe who was on her phone trying to pretend that she was above it all.

"So tell us who won?" Alix demanded. Adrien and Marinette exchanged looks before turning to the two of them.
"Neither of you!" They said in unison.
"Seriously Kim you're flirting techniques are horrible." Adrien stated.
"HA!" Alix said turning on the taller athlete.
"Alix you know nothing about how to flirt, it isn't a fight you know."
"AH HA!" Kim responded poking the short class rebel in the forehead.

"So neither of the techniques worked?" Max inquired always the scientific one.
"Exactly!" The four friends shouted at the trio. Max hummed and scratched his chin.

"Well then who won the bet?" Kim said turning to Max. Alix cracked her neck in agitation, she wanted it to be declared that she won so that they could drop the entire thing.
"Since neither of you won this round I have an idea." Max looked at the two, they were almost there, if last night was any indication then soon they would be able to work their feelings out healthily and they could all move forwards with their lives.

"I say we do it again. New pawns, same rules. You." He pointed at Kim "Will have to teach a person how to flirt within twenty-four hours, have a trial run and then put them on a date. You." He pointed at Alix "Same rules, whoever's techniques manage to snag the others protégée's affections wins. If the protégée marches out in a huff than the person who trained them looses. Deal?"
"Deal!" The two shouted in enjoyment, exchanging glares, lighting could be felt bursting between the two of them. Sparks flew between their glares.

Alya thumped her head on the table in disgust. "Here we go again."
"So who do we have to train?" Kim said cracking his knuckles in anticipation. Max looked around the room, measuring, taking inventory, and crunching the numbers. Finally his eyes stopped and he pointed them out.

"Those two."

"SERIOUSLY!" The quartet shouted in fear, disgust, anger and confusion as Kim and Alix walked to their respective target. Max merely gave them a knowing grin before he went to his own desk. After all class was starting and a good student must always respect their educator.

That's right, a sequel, maybe. Thinking about it, definitely thinking about it. IF you have any interest send me a pairing that you might like to see all of the classmates mess with. Either leave the pairing idea in the comments or PM me. And let's all be honest here we all just want to see the classmates get messed with in funny little ways.