This is a sort-of fantasy kind of thing. Marinette is not dating Luka and Adrien is not dating Kagami.

Marinette stormed out of the school. What is wrong with people these days?! Just expelling kids without proper investigation! Lila was lying! She's got to do something. Maybe destroy all pictures of Adrien first. Then, pictures of her friendship with the class and all class photos. Yeah, she had work to do. She would be homeshooled for a while. That would give her time to do some thinking, how her parents put it.

...

To take advantage of all her time, she took self-defense classes and gymnastics for no apparent reason. Also fencing. Of course, it was NOT to impress Adrien. Her parents didn't ask questions. They let her do what she wanted to do, as long as it wasn't dangerous, or, how will she put this... Bad?

She had learned to perfected her stare. Her eyes, instead of sky blue, were turning icy blue. By her stare, well, you definitely didn't want to look directly into her eyes. They were so cold, distant, and fear-inspiring. She had perfected her, how-bad-you-think-I-am-I'm-worse-than-that stare. Her voice was also intimidating. Her hair grew down to her waist like inky black curtain. Her wardrobe was more edgy. Her parents noticed, of course. At least she was keeping healthy and her education was good.

She had learned to read people, like books. Okay, I know that sounds bad. It really isn't that bad. Her parents could act fake cheerful and she would look into their eyes, and realize they were sad, or angry. She could just sense their feelings, or sort of become a human lie detector.

Soon after, Lila's lies had been discovered. How? I don't know. (Maybe they checked the CCTV footage.) She had been invited back to school. Miraculously, Lila had not been expelled, and her lies have not been told to the class. Marinette didn't know that. She 'convinced' the school to let her enter under a fake name, but the teachers and staff knew she was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

...

Marinette stared at her reflection in the mirror. Icy, cold blue eyes. Inky black hair. She had a simple black tank top with a leather jacket over it. Her purse was at her side for her phone and Tikki. Black jeans, and high knee chunky heel boots. An interesting choice of footwear, really. No makeup. She didn't need makeup. her skin was still fair porcelain. Her lips were already a dark cherry red. Black, black, black, black. It went with her name. Alecto Ravena. Simple and elegant. Uhh, Simple and scary.

She took a deep breath. "Think I can do this? Go back to the same class?" She said to Tikki.

Tikki popped her head out of the purse. "You can do this! Also, maybe you should give your old friends a chance." She squeaked encouragingly. She didn't answer.

I'll call her Alecto now to reduce confusion.

Alecto smiled thinly. "Anyways, let's go." She walked out of her apartment. She didn't want her classmates to think she was Marinette Dupain-Cheng, so she got her own apartment. Her parents did daily checkups, but they knew she was very mature for her age.

Alecto took a deep breath, composed herself, and stepped into the classroom. Her eyes narrowed as she surveyed her classmates faces. Her eyes stopped on Lila and Alya for a few seconds. She glared sharply at Adrien. She studied their body language. Nobody seemed hostile towards Lila. Her eyes narrowed even further.

"You didn't tell them." She turned to look at Mrs. Bustier.

Mrs. Bustier avoided her eyes. "No. My apologies."

Alecto made eyecontact with Mrs. Bustier. "Your apologies. You'll have to tell them sooner or later." The class stirred. What was Mrs. Bustier not telling them?

Mrs. Bustier cleared her throat."A-anyways, would you like to introduce yourself?"

"Yes. I am Alecto Ravena." She started.

"Undying anger." Adrien blurted. He flushed. "Sorry."

Alecto quirked an eyebrow at him. "Yes. I have undying anger towards... Some people." Her eyes flitted across the room, making everyone nervous.

"As I was saying." She started again. "I am Alecto Ravena. A pleasure to meet you." She spoke the word 'pleasure' as if she was drinking poison. Again, that made everyone nervous.

"You may sit beside Alya. Alya, please raise your hand." Mrs. Bustier gestured.

Alecto walked towards her seat, boots clacking against the floor. She wasn't looking at the floor, so Chloe stuck out her feet. Alecto stopped abruptly and glared at Chloe, making her confidence waver.

"What do you think you're doing bitch?" She snarled at Chloe. Everyone held their breath. Oh, no. This poor girl was about to get expelled.

Chloe flipped her ponytail, confidence returning. "Hmmph. My daddy will hear about this. I'm calling him!" Her finger hovered over ther call button.

"Then call him." Alecto growled. "I dare you. I don't give a fuck."

Adrien recovered first. "Hey! Don't be rude! It's only your first day!"

Alecto studied him. "I'm assuming Chloe Bourgeois is your, hmm, how do I put this. Childhood friend?"

Adrien gaped in shock. "How-"

"Your body language." Alecto interrupted. "If only you knew half the things she did. She's disgusting." She spat.

Nino coughed. "Uh, I've got to agree with her on this one dude." The class, excluding Chloe, Sabrina and Lila murmured in agreement.

Chloe huffed. "Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous! I'm calling my daddy on you!"

Moments later, Mayor Bourgeois burst through the door. "Who hurt my little girl?!"

Chloe wailed melodramatically and ran up to him. "Daddy! Expel her!" She pointed at Alecto.

"Hello Mayor Bourgeois." Alecto camly walked down the stairs and made eye contact with him, her piercing blue eyes even scarier than before. (Which was saying a lot!)

Mayor Bourgeois paled. "M-my apologies." He stammered. "I'm sorry Chloe. I cannot." He whispered loudly to her. Looking at his daughter's expression, he quickly covered up. "U-uh, I'll buy you a new wardrobe! I have to go now." He ran out of the door.

Chloe threw a total tantrum. "Ridiculous! Utterly, ridiculous!"

Alecto waved her hand. "Let's just continue the lesson."

...

Adrien stared at Alecto. She was sitting on a bench with a nootbook and pencil. She looked so calm, not hostile, beautiful. Wait, did he just say that? Maybe he should try and make friends with her. Maybe he was being really quiet. Maybe she was really engrose in whatever she was doing in her notebook. Whatever happened, he tapped her shoulder, and got judo-flipped, her arm on his windpipe.

"Uh, hi." He choked.

Alecto helped him up to his feet. He brushed the dirt from his shirt.

"What do you want?" She snapped.

"Oh, uh." He recoiled under her gaze. "To be friends?"

She studied him carefully. "Hmm. It seems you are being sincere. You already know me. I'm Alecto Ravena. What about you?"

"I'm Adrien Agreste. Nice to meet you! Want to sit with my friends and I?"

"Hm. Alright." She followed him to a table, where Alya and Nino sat. She cursed.

"Is there something wrong?" Adrien asked.

"Nothing."

"Dudette!" Nino called. He felt Alecto stiffen. "You've got some serious moves!"

Alecto nodded stifly. "It's an instict, really."

Adrien huffed. "I bet you just wanted to flip me over your shoulder."

"Well maybe if you weren't so quiet-"

"Hey!" Alya yelled over the din. "Stop fighting. Those were some serious moves though."

Alecto cracked a smile. Maybe it it wouldn't be so bad hanging out with them again. They started talking and joking. Alecto let some of her warmness and kindness return.

Out of the blue, Alecto asked, "Do you know Marinette? I think you're the Alya she talks about sometimes. Also a girl named Lila?"

Adrien stiffened. "You mean Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Mr. and Mrs. Dupain-Chengs daughter?"

"How do you know her?" Adrien asked curiously.

Alecto shrugged. "We chat sometimes. Who's Lila?"

"Oh!" Alya's eyes lit up. "She's this really cool girl. She has arthritis. She knows all kinds of celebrities! She got tinnitus form saving Jagged Stone's cat from being run over by his private jet and-"

She was interrupted by Alecto laughing hysterically. Honestly, she looked good when she laughed. "I'm sorry, but are you guys all that stupid? Jagged Stone doesn't have a cat. He has a crocodile. He's allergic to cats. Fang is 15 years old. One year younger than Lila. So, there is no way she could have saved it when she was still in diapers. And if she did, she would be arrested for trespassing the runway. Have any of you guys thought of that? Or are you all this stupid? Let me guess. Marinette suggested otherwise, and you all didn't believe her. That's what your body launguage suggests."

All of them gaped at her.

"Oh, wait. Not all of you were dumb. Adrien, you probably knew in advance already." Alecto suggested.

"I-I... How did you know all this stuff?" Alya asked.

Alecto scowled deeply, which made all of them nervous. "Her body language. She's got that sickly sweet smile on her face. Her aura's just..." She hesitated. "How do I explain this. It's all messed up. She's probably a pathological liar. She makes everything sound believable."

"Sooo..." Nino started, breaking the tension. "How do you know this? Did you take classes or something?"

Alecto shrugged, her scowl disappearing. "I took self-defense, gymnastics and fencing. And the body language. The skill just sort of came. I don't know how to explain it. Please, don't ask. It's weird."

"Okaaay..." Adrien said. "Sooo... Where do you live? I know that sounds weird-"

"I live by myself in an apartment. It's at ************. My parents let me as long as I kept up with education and whatnot. It's a nice apartment." She glanced at Adrien. Was that pity? "I have lots of freedom."

And at that moment, Adrien knew. He just knew. This was Marinette wasn't it? She had the same laugh. She knew Lila was lying. They had the same kindness, when she wasn't that guarded. She probably had trust issues with them now. That was probably why she cursed when she saw Nino and Alya, and why she was so cautious with the class. He just knew. He was probably staring by now.

Alecto stood up abruptly. "I need to go to the bathroom."

As soon as she left Nino started teasing him. "Someone's got a crush!"

Face burning, Adrien answered, "I do not! She's just a friend!"

They kept bickering back and forth until Alecto came back and the bell rang.

...

"Plagg, why do you think Marinette would enter school under a fake name? And why the personality change? The hostility?"

Plagg swallowed his cheese. "I dunno kid. All I can tell you is, that is pigtails. No doubt about it."

"The personality change Plagg! The clothing choice! It's like the opposite!" Adrien wailed.

Plagg burped. "Think about it kid. If Lila turned you against all your friends and gotten you expelled what would you do? Then, she gets a chance to come back. Of course she chose the name Alecto. Undying anger. She probably has trust issues kid. Why do you think she took self-defense classes? Why she learned to read people? She wanted to know their intentions."

Adrien sat bolt-upright. "Oh, my god, Plagg! She must be so miserable! Maybe a cat should pay her a visit. Plagg, Claws Out!"

"My Cheeeeeeeeeeeese!" Plagg wailed.

Chat Noir jumped towards the direction of ************.

...

Alecto, or Marinette for now, was working on some designs. She heard a light bump on her balcony. (Yes, she still had a balcony.) She tensed and waited to attack the intruder. The trapdoor opened and Chat Noir jumped in. She instictively pounced on him, putting her arm on his windpipe.

"Hey Princess." He wheezed.

"Ohmygod! Chat I'm so sorry! It's an instict." She removed her arm, but her face was still close to his.

"To close!" Chat muttered, his face turning red.

Marinette got up. Her eyes narrowed, oddly, they were glowing like his. "How did you know it was me?"

"Oh uhhh," Chat stammered. "I'd recongnize you anywhere. Also, the address, you told me a few months ago."

Marinette relaxed. "Okay." Her memory must really suck.

"Sooo," He started. "How are you? You were expelled?"

Marinette blew a strand of hair from her face. "They found out the truth. for some apparent reason, Lila was not expelled. They didn't announce her lies to the class. They let me apply under a fake name. Alecto Ravena. Undying anger. This school is really messed up."

"So, how do you feel about going back?"

Marinette studied him with those glowing blue eyes. "How long do you have?"

Chat sat on a lounge chair. "I have all night. Talk away, Princess."

The fantasyish thing. Every 500 years, 5 children would be born with special eyes. Some, inspire love. Some inspire joy. You get the idea. Maarinette's eyes inspired fear. That's all for today! Bye for now!

-Serene