Why Aren't You Fangirling? 1/2

Adrien is a stuck-up person (sorry bby I hated writing you like this) but what happens when he meets someone who hates him when he's so used to being adored?

Hey guys! How are you? I hope you replied positively, if not I promise it'll get better xx. I know this is quite short but I didn't want to carry on as it'd be too long and I didn't know what direction to take it in. Hope you like it :heart: Enjoy xxxx. Apologies for not posting a new fanfic in over 2 weeks- school's been extremely busy and stressful...

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Adrien Agreste. Model. Hot. Famous. Rich. That's what everyone thinks when they see him. Even at the mention of his name all girls swoons over him, losing their grasp on reality.

He seems like this perfect guy but there's just one thing wrong with him- his attitude and behaviour. God it's awful. He is one of the most selfish and stuck up people you will ever meet. The way he was raised I guess, his father wasn't the most... loveable you could say. Only cared about his career, forcing his son to model for him.

So why is he loved by almost everyone? Simple, his gorgeous grin catch girls off guard. His encapsulating eyes send people into spirals of emotions. His hair flaps so elegantly it makes every girl want to touch it. He is the guy every girl dreams about, he is viewed as a bad boy and he loves it...

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"Adrien you're to attend your father's newest photoshoot immediately." His assistant Natalie stood in his doorway, firm grasp on the tablet in her hand. Strands of her hair flew in front of her eyes, she hadn't had time to fix it properly this morning- too busy providing for the Agreste's.

"Tell him I'll go when I want to." The blond boy remained on his phone, not even bothering to look up at her.

"He demanded your appearance right now, you don't have a choice Adrien."

He groaned as he threw his phone down onto his bed in frustration. "Fine! And stop calling me Adrien. Didn't I say I was to be addressed as sir yesterday?"

"Sorry sir." Natalie tilted her head down. Sometimes she forgot certain orders due to the amount she got. She should make a note of then all, her brain was struggling to them all.

"That's better. Let's get this over and done with." He stood up and put on his white jacket before stuffing his phone in his pocket. Natalie held her arm out and guided him to the limo.

As he put his seatbelt on he crossed his arms and glared out the window. He was glad they were blacked out so he didn't have fans going crazy around him.

He suddenly heard his phone vibrate in his pocket. Pulling it out he accepted the call.

"Hey Chlo!"

"Hey Adrikinssss! What's happening?"

"Being forced to attend another photoshoot, what's going on with you?"

"Mother flew me to New York, sorry for leaving you with all the losers in Paris."

"I think I'll manage, have a great trip."

"And you have a great time being surrounded by all your fans."

"I can't stand them, but thanks."

"Bye Adrien."

"Bye Chloe." He put the phone down and stared out the window once again.

Arriving at the studio he trudged inside and walked into room 2. As if on cue a crowd gathered surrounding him. He sighed as he pushed past everyone and walked down a narrow corridor. He turned a few corners before opening his trailer. He locked the door, he once had someone follow him inside- let's just say it didn't end well...

He put on the outfit he was to be pictured in. It was a brown suit with a dark brown tie to match it. It was quite tight fitting, but not too tight that it was uncomfortable. He shoved on a pair of shiny black shoes as he checked his reflection in the mirror. He brushed his hair with his hands before nodding at his reflection. He then reappeared out of his trailer to hear silence, implying the crowd had died down. Thank God.

He walked head down back to the studio space, praying it would be a solo shoot. He heard footsteps loudly approaching. As he was about to look up he felt someone collide with him.

"Watch where you're going!" He instantly screamed at the person before seeing who it was. There was a girl on the floor furiously picking up a bundle of fabrics she had dropped.

She had dark hair that shined a faint blue colour in the light. It was neatly tied into a braid over her right shoulder, attached with a red scrunchie. She was wearing a matching knee high red dress with a black ribbon around her waist and black leggings. She looked kinda pretty.

"I'm so sorry! I'm just in a big rush to get some outfits finished that I wasn't looking where I was going!" She stood up abruptly as she rearranged the fabrics in her hand. She looked up at the boy. She had piercing blue eyes, eyes you could easily get lost in.

"Oh it's you."

He raised his eyebrow at her comment. "What do you mean? Oh it's me."

"I mean... you know what it's not important. Sorry I should get going, I'll probably see you around sometime."

"Why would I see you around?" He'd never seen this girl around and had no intention of seeing her again. She obviously wasn't a model so at least they wouldn't be modelling together.

"Oh you don't know, silly me of course you wouldn't know." She hit her forehead and started laughing. "I'm your new fashion designer."

"Yeah I don't care." He put his hands in his pocket. She seemed a bit too young to be a designer. She looked to be around 17 at most. Why was he thinking about that? He didn't care, why should he?

"Knew you wouldn't. Sadly you're the only model that needed a new one so I had no choice." She looked anywhere but at the young model. She clearly didn't want to be having this conversation.

"You don't wanna be here? Most girls would die to work for me." He looked at her confusingly, why was she not head over heels for him like everyone else? He looked her up and down before crossing his arms.

"Not me I guess." The girl went to leave but Adrien stood in her way.

"Why aren't you fangirling over me?" Adrien glared at her. Every girl he'd come across had gone insane when they saw him, let alone talk to him. Why wouldn't they? He was perfect.

The girl simply shrugged before replying. "Why would I? You're just a stuck up rich boy that gets everything he wants. You don't have to work for it like the rest of us. You don't understand what it's like, you just assume we'd all immediately fall under your spell like a moth attracted to a light. Honestly I feel sorry for you." She pushed past him but stopped before she turned the corner. "My name's Marinette Dupain-Cheng by the way, not that you care."

When she was out of sight Adrien crossed his arms once again. She was the first girl to ever oppose him, to talk back, accuse him of being arrogant and selfish. "That girl's... different." He secretly smiled to himself before walking back to the studio...

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Hope you enjoyed reading! Apologies for it being short but I didnt want to make it too long as I had no ideas on how to continue it (writers block really sucks you know). I'll see you next time. Byeeee :wave:

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