(Adrienette, despite the whole story being Marichat. What can I say? Oh, yeah, listen to I don't want to live forever by ZAYN and Taylor Swift whilst reading this. The feels.)

Summary: Marinette heard Adrien had been rejected by Nino. She hadn't known the boy was bisexual, but when she tells him he could do so much better, he ends up falling in love with someone completely different.

Warning: Language. Hey, it's me.

Adrien looked at Nino, smiling slightly, and he turned red.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a while?" He asked, smiling.

"Sure, but make it quick, I have an appointment." The blonde nodded.

"Look, I think, I'm not sure, but-" Nino checked his watch, not meaning to look ignorant, but he really was going to be late. Adrien's confidence wavered, and he still continued, beetroot red. "I think I like you."

"We're friends, dude, of course you like me." Nino smiled. Adrien smiled back, awkwardly.

"No, I mean, as in like like you." He returned. He watched Nino's brown eyes widen in confusion, and he shook his head.

"No, no, no. Adrien, we can't- I don't like you in that way. I like Alya." He had the decency to look ashamed, "Actually, I was going on a date with her right now."

"O-Oh, right." He turned red. Nino went to pat his back, but then stopped.

"See you around, dude."

Adrien curled in a ball, his hands in a fist. He howled, pulling his hair out. Why couldn't he just be normal? Why did Nino like Alya? What was so good about the stupid, selfish whore? He shouted a long string of curses, and a meek Marinette, who had been searching through her bag, lifted her head up. Adrien sat up, mortified. Surely she'd tell Alya about what he'd said about her.

"Leave me alone, I know you're gonna tell Alya." He snapped, and she looked affronted. "Just fuck off, okay? I don't care what the bitch thinks." She shivered, heaving her bag over her shoulder.

"Call me when you're ready to talk." She said softly, considering how he felt.

Rejected, hurt, upset. "And I won't tell Alya, don't worry." She smiled shakily, and closed the door behind her. Adrien called after her, feeling guilty, but she'd already ran off, her eyes watering. She, too, had been rejected by Adrien. She thought, since he'd dated countless girls, that he was straight, but now finding out he wasn't into any of the girls, well, it made her heart break. She wiped her eyes, and refused to talk to Tikki, her parents or Alya. Maybe it was wrong, but she hated Nino for unearthing a secret about Adrien she had no idea about, maybe it wouldn't hurt.

"Marinette, you can't let it hurt you. An akuma could use that to their advantage. We don't need that. Adrien will see what an incredible heroine you are."

"I- I hope you're right." She nodded, wiping her eyes, smiling at her kwami and placing a kiss on Tikki's head.

Adrien had only come to the club to see if Nino was DJing. He had been there, and he'd said sorry, pretending it was a joke to see how he'd react. As if his dad would agree with him being anything but perfect. The friends laughed, and it hit Adrien when he left, leaving him alone. A boy slid in the seat next to him, smiling.

"Hey, I'm Diablo." He smirked, "He your boy?"

"No." Adrien replied, "He doesn't like me."

"Why not, huh? You're hot and everything, so I'd screw you at first chance I got." He felt uncomfortable with Diablo's attitude. Forward, and if he was right... Interested in him. What did it matter if he screwed around with Diablo? Nino wasn't going to be his any time soon- ever, for that fact. Diablo leaned in.

"No, please." He responded before he realised. Why couldn't he flirt with Diablo? Because he wasn't interested in him, he was a stranger to Adrien. His cheeks flushed red.

"I'll take care of you, because he obviously doesn't know how to. Who'd reject you, like you're a plaything?" He asked him, soothing. He pressed his lips to Adrien's. Adrien squirmed, bile raising in his throat at the boy's insistent tongue forcing it's way through his slightly parted mouth. He tried to move away, but Diablo's hands were holding his head close. "I'll take you on a date later, okay?" He asked, and left. Adrien wiped his mouth clean. Shaking, he entered the bluenette's number in his phone.

"Mari?" His voice cracked.

"Huh, Adrien? You okay, you sound really hurt." She replied.

"Would you get in trouble for coming out right now?" He asked. He knew he would be when he got back, but he needed her. "I wouldn't ask if it wasn't serious."

"Okay, I'll be there ASAP." She smiled, and looked at her kwami, hanging up.

Marinette was there, frozen to the bone. Literally. Adrien sat, shaking. He was shaken up after Diablo's kiss.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She asked, kneeling by him, but he shivered.

"Thanks." He whispered, ignoring the question.

"Hey, isn't Nino in there? Did he hurt you?" She asked coolly.

"No!" He blurted out. "It's another guy. Diablo."

"Devil?" She murmured, "go on, Adrien."

"He- it doesn't matter, okay?" He asked, but she took his hands, sighing.

"I get you hate Alya, but I'm here for you." She said, "Like, really here for you." Her bluebell eyes watched him.

"He kissed me, alright?" He demanded, and he flushed red with colour. She raised an eyebrow.

"Did you like it?" She asked. She realised it may have come out jealous, and she didn't care. She liked him, and if he rejected her, so be it. She wanted him to know how much she cared. Unlike Nino, he ignored his feelings, or Diablo, who forced himself on Adrien.

"No, I hated it." He felt his eyes dampen. "I really hated it."

"I would, too, if it was anyone but you." She replied. Her hands were cold as she dragged him up, and walked with him.

"You like me?" He choked out.

"Yep." She grinned, "I wouldn't go out in the middle of the night for just anyone." She giggled, and he cracked a smile.

"I'm sorry about earlier."

"Hey, don't worry about it, okay?" She shrugged, "you were hurt."

"No, you didn't deserve me telling you to fuck off." He shrugged, "it's a public classroom." The pair laughed, and he took in her face. Bluebell eyes that shone, pale white skin and pink lips that he wanted to kiss.

"Besides, I never knew you were gay."

"Bisexual." He retorted, "there's a difference. I like boys and girls." She blushed, and wondered whether he found her attractive.

"Oh." She smiled, "I'm sorry."

"No, don't be." Would he ever stop be indebted to this girl?

"Right, Adrien. You know you're a little confusing to understand, right?" She asked.

"Maybe, but I think one thing's clear." He answered.

"Yeah?" She asked, leaning in.

"I think you're better than Nino." He whispered breathlessly.

"I think you're better than anyone." She murmured, and ran her hands up his chest. He held her close to him in the bitter cold.

"Adrien, what are you-" Diablo stopped, "Who's she?"

"His girlfriend." She replied, "I heard you kissed him." She clicked her fingers, and cracked her knuckles.

"Yeah, and?" He challenged.

"My dad taught me twenty-nine ways to injure someone so they can't ever feel their private parts ever again. Twenty ways how to break someone's bones, so that's what." She grinned, stepping forward.

"Shit, fine. I didn't know he was taken." Dibalo moved away, and Marinette turned around, her arms looped around his neck.

"Where were we?" She asked quietly.

"I think about to kiss-" Alya and Nino came out back, and Adrien sprung away from Marinette, hurt. Marinette took his hand. He didn't send Nino a glance.

"Adrien?" She whispered.

"Let's go." He replied, and she smiled, taking his hand and leading them to the doorstep outside her house.

"See you tomorrow." He told her. She kissed his cheek, and he blushed.

"Yeah." He didn't warn her, he simply kissed her. His lips were soft and warm compared to the rest of him. Her hands held his, lingering longer than their lips. "I guess I'll see you soon."

"See you tomorrow." He repeated.

"Bye." She grinned, leaving him to wonder why he ever liked Nino.

Marinette was much better.