Chloe huffed at the boy’s attempt at a glare. It was pathetic, utterly pathetic. Not much changed of him since lycée, besides maybe his height. He was still short back when he was 17, but two years later, he grew a few extra inches, enough to be somewhat considered a man to Chloe’s eyes. A pathetic man, almost still a child, but a man nonetheless.

“How have you been? No! Don't tell me! You’re still drawing those silly little cartoons of yours, aren't you?”

Chloe laughed, the same shrill laugh she’d had since she began school, the laugh she had perfected intimidation with. She could see Nathaniel’s ears turn red and he continued gathering his belongings, putting each pencil in its place, in a rainbow order. Of course he was still drawing his silly little comics about Ladybug. Chloe wouldn't have been surprised if he still did have a huge crush on the one and only red bug of Paris. He was just that big of a dorky geeky fanboy.

Finally, Chloe bend down, one of the fallen sketchbooks having caught her attention. There was nothing particularly eye catching, but the color pattern, black and yellow, reminded the girl of her superhero persona. There was just something about the colors that attracted her these days, like bees to flowers.

Chloe was known to be anything but subtle. She was loud and obnoxious and overall an eye catcher for all the wrong reasons. So it was no surprise when Nathaniel caught her wrist, staring right into her eyes and trying to peel the sketchbook away from her.

“Let go right this instance, Bourgeois. This is mine and you won't be getting a hold of it.”

Chloe puckered her lower lip, giving the boy her signature manipulative sad eyes. She was Chloe. She got whatever she wanted. “And what will you do if I don't let go? Go crying to Ladybug? I’m sure these are all sketches of her, after all. Or are they of that sweet little Marinette that rejected you all those years ago?”

The blonde could see Nathaniel’s eye twitch as his face burned the same color as his hair. His misery made her smile. And if he hated her, so be it. She couldn't care less; everyone had a thing against her anyways. She was raised as a brat, so she would be one until the end of times. That’s why Chloe always got what she wanted. And that’s why the sketchbook was left between her perfectly manicured fingers as the redhead returned to his coloring pencils.

“Whatever, have it,” he muttered, finally getting up. “Not like I'll ever use those sketches anyways. Marc ditched the idea, so I have no utility for them.”

Chloe’s eyes scanned the sketches, her face lighting up as her cheeks turned pinker than the expensive blush she had bought earlier that week. Pages and pages filled with gorgeous sketches of Queen Bee in various poses, looking more heroic than she had ever been. A few of the sketches had been colored and Chloe couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart.

“I thought you hated me, Klutzberg,” she whispered, mostly to herself. “But if you hate me, then why did you draw me so gorgeously?”

Nathaniel scoffed, finally ready to head off. “You’re delusional, Chloe. Those are clearly sketches of Queen Bee.”

“And I'm Queen Bee!”

There was a silence between the two. Chloe quickly covered her mouth, suddenly regretting exposing herself like that. No one was supposed to know who the miraculous holders were. Ladybug had made that clear the day she had met Queen Bee. It was either exposure or the miraculous. Obviously, Chloe chose the miraculous. She wasn't an idiot! But now, in front of Nathaniel, she didn't know what to do.

He stared at her dumbfounded. It made Chloe want to run and hide every time he opened his mouth to say something without anything come out. So that’s what she did. She got up, dusted herself off, keeping her head high and mighty, and turned around to walk away. Four, five, steps were taken, then she was still. Still until she took off running, direction Le Grand Paris. She could still feel Nathaniel’s eyes on her. She could still sense his judgement. She was crazy. He thought she had lost it. And what was Ladybug going to tell her when she would find out?