Nathaniel x Juleka

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I love you, just three little words... (Anybody get the reference?)

They're the most precious words you could hear. And yet, I can't seem to bring myself to tell you how deeply I care about you. I wonder if...you could ever feel the same.

"Woah...that's deep, Man."

I gasped as I looked up. There she sat. My cheeks grew very hot and I stammered my words.

"Y-yeah, well, um- you see...that's h-how I f-fell- I mean feel!- About...y-y-yo-yogurt?"

I mentally facepalmed. There was no way I could confess before that stupid writer does. Just thinking about it made me drop my head agsin.

"If you really feel that way about her, you should write her something." I spared a glance at the black haired girl. "Maybe Marc could be of some assistance."

I shook my head violently. "N-no! The th-thing is...is that w-we like the same girl." She gasped and smiled.

"Y'all both have a thing for Mari?"

I sighed in disappointment. I love her...but she definitely doesn't love me. We continued the assignment and spoke a few word to each other.

I love you, just three little words.

But as soon as I say them I realize...I'm talking to my poster. I sighed and slid down my bed. "If only we could tell them how we feel, right?"

I turned to Rose who was holding a rose in her hand. "And who do you like, Rosey?" She giggled and blushed.

"Well...his name starts with an M and he's super dreamy..." I laughed. "So you like Marc?"

She blushed and squealed. My smile faltered as I thought about him. My crush.

I love him, but he doesn't love me. He has devoted his heart to Marinette. His drawings proved that.

As the students rushed to clasd one slumped against an alley. They sobbrd until they couldn't feel the pain anymore. An akuma had appeared.

Nathaniel sat at his desk, scribbling in his journal. "Hey, Nath." He looked up to see the smiling face of Adrien.

"Mind if I take a seat?" Nathaniel moved his journal and bowed his head. "Go ahead."

Adrien sat down and brought out a paper from his breast pocket. "I founf this beside the school this morning. I thought you'd like to take a look at it." He handed Nathaniel the paper and awaited his response.

Nathaniel hesitantly took the paper and read over it. A slight gasp fell from his lips as he dropped it onto the table. "Wh-who wrote that?"

Adrien frowned. "If it wasn't you, I don't know. I found it and thought it was from you." Nathaniel's eyes widened.

"I would never say that to Juleka! I lo-"

Nathaniel cut himself off, realizing he was shouting. He slumped baxk in his seat, covering most of his face. "I-I'm sorry...", he mumbled.

Adrien patted his shoulder. "It's ok. I understand it wasn't you who wrote the letter." He stood up and went to his seat.

But as Adrien sat down a gust of wind blew into the room. It was so powerful it threw some students flying out od their seatz. It was a tornado!

But how? Tornados aren't common in Paris. Unless...

The wind cleared and there stood Juleka. Her outfit had changed into a red dress with black leggings. Her hair had turned to streaks of red and she had black lipstick on with bols, red eyeshadow. She looked like the Queen of Hearts.

She was growling and gritting her teeth, twirling her pen bwtween her fingers. She looked around the room and saw the best soldiers. She aimed her pen at Rose, Myléne and Marinette, trapping them in armored suits fit for only the best. She commanded them to attack Nathaniel.

Seeing as the situation was, Nathaniel fled the classroom. With the small army of villains chasing him, he managed to barricade himself in another room. He sighed in relief but then jolted from his spot as he heard and felt beating on the door.

Then with a burst, the door went off its hinges to reveal Dealer of Broken Hearts, ruiner of all things lovely and sweet. She smirked at the boy who lied before her. "Maybe you should've thought twice before rudely rejecting me!" Ahe loomed over him and pointed her pen at him.

"But I'll give you a second chance. Join me and we can rule all or Paris!"

She gestured for him ro grab the pen. Nathaniel wanted mote than anything to be with Juleka. But he knew this wasn't the way.

But his feelings got the better of him. He grabbed a hold of the pen and was overcome bu a black substance. He didn't feel anything.

"Welcome, my king."