Author's note: Hi everyone. This is my first piece of fan fiction ever, or of any kind of fiction for that matter. I treat it as a warm-up. Hope you'll like it. I would appreciate your reviews and comments.

The story was supposed to be short, but somehow it's getting longer with every chapter, just like it was writing itself...

CHAPTER 1 "The plan"

Another boring lesson.

Chloé sat by her desk and let the lecture pass by without reaching her ears. Her nails were getting all of her attention. 'It's definitely time to refresh my manicure,' she thought and made a mental note to make an appointment with her manicurist that afternoon. Having gotten done with her nails, and with nothing else to do she started to look around the class.

Her gaze immediately went to the left, to the place where Adrien was seated. At first she thought he was really focused on the lecture, consulting the textbook from time to time. But then she noticed it wasn't a textbook at all, it was a magazine. And Adrien wasn't as much consulting it, as clearly ogling an article, and particularly at some pictures. His gaze was hazy, a dreamy smile upon his face. He broadcasted an impression of someone not entirely here.

Chloé moved a bit so that she could glimpse what was the thing that absorbed Adrien so much. She gasped as she saw that it was an article on Ladybug! Though a huge fan of the superhero herself she suddenly got a very unpleasant feeling, that there was much more in Adrien's stare than just interest in the story.

Women have intuition for such things, and Chloé's heart sunk at the sudden realization that Adrien might not only like another girl more than her, but that the girl he had chosen to like more was a cool,smart and attractive heroine. Chloé knew Ladybug was attractive – otherwise she wouldn't cosplay as her. Still, this was hardly believable for Chloé, as hitherto she was convinced that Adrien would soon be hers.

'Definitely not good news, then,' she thought, 'but maybe I can make some use out of it…'. Already an idea started to form in her head.

She couldn't have known that someone else in the class was observing Adrien and had also spotted his keen interest in the magazine.

Just a few minutes before the bell, Miss Bustier ended her lecture and said, 'Before you go I have an announcement to make. There have been complaints from some of the students regarding them being teased because of their past akumatization. We know some of you might feel stigmatized by the experience. After consulting school counselor, the principal decided that every class should participate in an event in order to challenge those experiences and overcome them as a group. It is important that you feel comfortable about the event, hence the idea that you – as a class – should choose the kind of event yourselves. Should this be a seminar, a workshop, a group discussion, any other form of meeting, whatever you decide, you have Principal Damocles's full support.'

'Now I ask you to consider what kind of event would make you feel comfortable to face the problem. You can submit your propositions by tomorrow.' Miss Bustier ended her speech and looked at her students to make sure they understood what she was expecting of them. She anticipated that it would be difficult for them to agree on anything, as her class seemed extremely prone to akuma attacks, like no other at Collège Françoise Dupont. She suspected it had something to do with the presence of Chloé Bourgeois, but kept that opinion to herself.

That is why she was more than surprised when Chloé's hand sprang into the air almost immediately.

'Actually, Miss, I have an idea' Chloé volunteered.

The rest of the class, save for Chloé's friend Sabrina, rolled their eyes in almost perfect unison. Chloé's ideas were always self-centered, misjudged and usually meant that at least one of them would suffer really soon. Seeing this, Miss Bustier struggled to suppress a giggle but she managed to keep a straight face.

'You do? That's great. I'd love to hear it,' Miss Bustier encouraged the girl.

'Well, Miss, since the purpose of the event is to challenge our discomfort of being akumatized, we could try and overcome it by being akumatized again…' said Chloé.

'That's official then. She went bonkers at last. That is the stupidest idea I've ever heard,' Alya whispered into Marinette's ear. Nino and Adrien chuckled as they were also able to hear that remark, sitting in front of the girls.

Hearing Alya's muffled whispering Chloé cleared her throat and raised her voice. 'Ekhm! If I may continue… My idea is actually to combine the unpleasant fact of being akumatized and a pleasant occasion such as a… party,' she said.

Now there were whispers all over the class as the student took that in.

'You're brilliant, Chloé!' cried Sabrina with authentic enthusiasm, as she always did on Chloé's ideas.

After the initial shock Miss Bustier collected herself and said 'That is actually a very inspired idea, Chloé…'

'Please, Miss, there's more to it. Let me finish. What I am proposing is to throw a theme party. A Ladybug theme party, to be precise. Since it is Ladybug and Chat Noir that defeat the akumatized villains, I propose that we throw a costume party. Most of us will dress as villains, and two of us will dress as our dear super heroes. Then together we can challenge those destructive feelings and accept our weaknesses, as we will be saved by Ladybug and Chat Noir,' she concluded somewhat lofty.

Chloé looked around triumphantly. She saw that this idea sunk almost immediately. After all who would want to have some stupid workshop, when they could be having a party? Her classmates had already worked that one out. But she wasn't finished as there was one more thing she had to sell in order to bring her clever plan into action. Yet just as she was about to speak Miss Bustier interfered.

'Well, well, Chloé, I can see that your classmates already like this idea. I myself would have probably suggested a workshop with a specialist, a psychotherapist maybe. I have to admit that a party would have never crossed my mind, but this actually might work. I'm sure the principal will be satisfied with this solution and there won't be a problem in letting the class have a party at school.'

Chloé shuddered as she felt things were starting to slip from her control. She would not allow that. Her whole plan depended on that.

'Actually, Miss, if you don't mind, I thought that it would be better to throw the party outside school. It would be my honor to be the host of this event,' she volunteered. For a moment there she thought she overacted a bit with the 'honor' thing, but there was no reaction so she continued. 'I would gladly invite my fellow students to Le Grand Paris. It is a much more suitable place for a party that I have in mind. I'm sure my father will be delighted.' She eyed Miss Bustier and her classmates, but there was still no sign of doubt in her words. After all, even a half-wit would have figured out by now that having the party at her hotel would be much more fun than having it at school. She knew she had already won. It was time to secure the crucial element of her plan. So now for the biggest scoop.

Chloé drew her breath and continued. 'There's one more thing though. We have to choose our villain and hero identities.' This caused a stir. She waited for this to subside and continued in a louder voice. 'In my opinion it would be only fair if we all drew lots.'

'Now this is something new. Chloé playing fair? I can't believe it!' It was Alya whispering from behind. The girl was authentically surprised. Chloé sneered triumphantly. How little did she know! She wouldn't be Chloé Bourgeois if she didn't have something up her sleeve. Of course the draw would be fair, except for two small details. It would be Chloé who would get to draw the Ladybug costume and it would be Adrien who would get to dress as Chat Noir. She would see to it.

Chloé raised her brow in contentment – there was literally no possibility that Adrien wouldn't fall for her after seeing her in her costume. Who knows, maybe he could've even be persuaded to think she really was Ladybug? The sheer thought of her beside the handsome model dressed in the leather-like black suit caused her to tremble with joy. This was bound to work out, right? Right?