ive been a little nervous to post this one... a lot of crazy stuff is going to happen i think.. :)

xo moonbaby

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Akuma High School was for superlative students only. Super smart, super driven, but mostly, super rich. The academics were rigorous and the social structures rigid. Ivy clung to brick buildings, big trees overlooked sweeping green spaces, and all was permeated by a distinct air of privilege and expectation.

The pristine campus was set deep in the rolling countryside, and the boys that attended it were dropped off in beautiful cars to stay in regal dormitories, secluded from the world they were expected to rule one day.

Adrien Agreste stepped out of the silver stretch limo and shook the honey blonde hair from his light green eyes. He took a deep breath, catching that academic smell of autumn as he surveyed the campus. This was his year, he could feel it. He had the looks, the grades, the connections, and the desire to lead.

"Hey, Agreste!" A voice called out, and Adrien turned. A lanky boy with huge headphones around his neck was striding over.

"LaHiffe! Good to see you, man!" They clasped hands and leaned in for a bro hug.

"Looking good, dude." Nino had a wide smile and was constantly getting in trouble for his headphones, which were against the dress code. He was the offspring of music royalty- his dad a huge producer and his mom a famous singer-songwriter.

"Still my job," Adrien joked, punching Nino's shoulder. Adrien was the son of famous designer Gabriel Agreste, and the handsome face and figure of the whole company. In the last year he had worked hard to transition from his skinny, albeit fashionable, look, to the built look of an adult male model, anticipating the launch of an underwear line when he turned 18. Needless to say, he'd gone up a couple blazer sizes, and his clothes looked like they were grateful to be on him.

"Junior year, dude. It's gonna be lit!" Nino's phone rang and he ducked away to take the call. "Hey, Mom, yeah, all set."

Adrien leaned back against the limo, not in any hurry to start setting up his dorm room. A small, slightly beat up hatchback pulled up behind the limo and parked. Adrien watched with interest. At any other school, such a thing might be normal, but people just didn't drive ordinary old cars to Akuma High.

The passenger door opened and a slender, black haired boy stepped out, mouth open as he looked up at Raker Hall in all of it's brick and marble glory. A big man got out of the driver's side and opened the trunk to start pulling out belongings. The slim boy went to pull out a big art easel, and struggled to carry it in one arm while reaching for a duffel bag.

The dark-haired boy felt a shadow fall and looked up to see a tall blonde teen with bright green eyes looking down at him.

"Need some help?"

The smaller boy blushed in surprise as his mouth fell open. Adrien raised his eyebrows questioningly.

He tried to hitch the easel up under his arm again. "I, um, I.."

"Oh come on." Adrien reached out to take the easel and the boy let him, his blush deepening as a smile crept onto his face, looking at the ground.

"Are you new this year?" Adrien slung a backpack over his shoulder with ease. The shy boy nodded slightly and his dad cut in.

"10th grade transfer, right, son!" The dad had a thick French accent.

"Well, welcome to Akuma High, I'm—"

"—Adrien Agreste, I know." The dark haired boy suddenly looked up at him, and Adrien was a little taken aback, though he didn't show it. Not from being recognized, but the sudden flash of confidence in a pair of bright blue eyes.

Adrien stuck out a hand. "And you are?"

"Nobody!" said the blue-eyed boy, cheerfully, shaking Adrien's hand.

"Ah! Don't mind him." The boy's dad leaned over and shook Adrien's hand as well. "Tom Dupain-Cheng, and this is Martin. Sorry, Mar-TIN, as you Americans say! Pleasure to meet you and thank you for the help." Tom was warm and Adrien liked him immediately.

"Nice to meet you both. What floor?"

Martin smiled a little. "6th."

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