"Marinette, where do you think you're going?" Savannah had just gotten out of the bathroom, having to take a shower after lunch time. "Why are you heading towards my room."

"I just have something to tell Adrien," Marinette shrugged, reaching for the door. Savannah quickly walked to the door, blocking her way.

"You think you can just go in however you like! For goodness sake, it's my room too," She lowered her voice, careful not to get the attention of Adrien. The doors nor walls were sound-proofed. "Whatever you have to tell Adrien, you can also tell me too."

"Nah."

"Alright then. Tell me what you want to tell Adrien, and I'll give him the message," Savannah folded her arms. She looked determined to find out about what Marinette wanted to say.

"Nevermind." Marinette laughed, turned around and started heading back to her room.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I thought! Marinette, how can you be like the rest of those girls. You obviously wanted to go in there not to tell Adrien but to make a move on him!"

"How can you even say that?!" Marinette whirled around, facing Savannah now. "What I have to tell Adrien doesn't concern you. Geez, you don't have to stick your nose in every business!"

"What's going on?" The door to Savannah's room suddenly opened and Adrien walked out. "I heard angry voices."

"Adrien, it's okay. Just go back to what you're doing," Savannah faced Adrien, taking his arm. "I mean, not to expose Marinette or anything, but I caught her trying to get inside our room to do something to you. When I caught her, she made up a lame excuse, saying that she had something important to tell you. I mean, she would have just knocked instead of trying to sneak in."

Marinette rolled her eyes. "Why do you always lie? Listen, before I even got a chance to knock, Savannah came out of the bathroom, and started accusing me of something I wasn't even going to do. Adrien, I have something important to ask you, but now I realized that I could have just texted you."

"There we go again with a lame excuse," Savannah said, as if she was protecting Adrien. Marinette could tell she was triggered about the fact that she had Adrien's phone number saved on her phone. "Adrien is far too busy to listen to a girl like you-"

"Savannah, you're giving me a headache!" Adrien stepped away from her. "Marinette, you can come in and tell me what you want to say." He opened the door wider. "Not every girl is as you think, Savannah. Marinette is totally welcomed to talk to me anytime."

"Thank you, Adrien. I'm so glad I've earned your trust," Marinette walked past Savannah, giving her a smug look. She walked inside the room Adrien shared with Savannah.

Savannah scoffed, but refused to leave. She went inside as well, seeing as it was also her room and she was totally allowed to.

"Just ignore her," Adrien muttered. "So, what's up?"

"As your father's assistant, I was given a job to write down the names of the people that wanted to join," Marinette started. She could see Savannah rolling her eyes. "Um, I have 27 people on my list so far, and I want to tell Gabriel about it and see what to do next, but then I remembered that I... Forgot to ask him for his number."

"That's what you couldn't tell me?" Savannah looked like she was about to laugh. "Damn, it's not like it's that important anyway. You just wanted to find a reason to talk to Adrien!"

"Why does it even bother you!" Marinette smirked. "I thought you didn't like Adrien. I thought you weren't like the rest of the other girls that had a crush on Adrien?"

"I-I'm not," Savannah quickly tried to find an excuse. "I just... I'm just worried about Adrien. For goodness sake, he's living in a cabin with 5 other girls. He's the only male. I don't want to make him feel uncomfortable or anything like that-"

"Savannah, you don't have to," Adrien spoke coldly. "I'm actually closer to Marinette than I am with you. I feel comfortable with Marinette, but on the other hand, I feel very uncomfortable with... You."

"I was actually just trying to help you out," Savannah headed for the door. "But fine! If that's really how you feel, then fine! I'm leaving!" She left the room, slamming the door shut.

"You think I was a bit too harsh?" Adrien turned to Marinette, asking.

"Maybe a little bit, but you have to tell her how you feel, or else she's always going to get the wrong idea," Marinette sat down on his bed. "She was totally acting like she was your bodyguard just then."

"Yeah," Adrien let out a chuckle. "I'll tell her. I don't think being partners together with her is going to work out. Anyway besides, if I leave her, who else is going to be my partner?"

Just as the question was asked, the door banged opened again and in came Savannah.

"Ha, well jokes on you," Savannah laughed. "Miss Bustier said we aren't allowed to switch partners! Adrien, you're just too blind to realize what a good partner I'm going to make."

"Well, ah, I feel so bad for you," Marinette said when Savannah left with a smug look on her face.

"It's fine," Adrien brushed it off. "I'm just going to ignore her that it'll barely look like we're partners. Anyway, you came here for my father, but you never got what you wanted."

"Right, I remember," Marinette nodded. "Uh, your father's phone number?"

Adrien got out his phone, and inching closer to her, he showed her the phone number. Marinette didn't realize how close they were until she looked up from the phone.

"Alright, thanks," Marinette slammed her palm against her forehead. "I will be getting going now. Have a great rest of your day... Though I can't see that happening."

"Yeah, thanks. You too."

Marinette left the room with a smile, her face heating up a little bit, though she couldn't understand why. She returned back to her room, where Amelie was laying on her bed.

"What happened?" Amelie sat up on her bed as soon as she heard the door opening. "Savannah looked extremely angry just then."

"Oh, it's nothing," Marinette shrugged, not really listening at all as she stared at the phone number that Adrien had given her. "Anyway, you know about this designing competition? Are you joining?"

"No, but Alison is."

"Yeah, I know she is," Marinette stared at her list again. "I have her name on here. Alison Celeste."

"Celia really wanted to, but Alison told her not to, because she wanted a higher chance of winning," Amelie spoke up again.

Marinette gasped. "Alison has no right to do that to her sister. She's right next door, I'll go talk to her."

"Wait, do that some other day," Amelie stopped her. "Celia is happy now hanging out with her new friend, Clara. I don't want anything to upset her, and talking about Alison might."

Marinette stared at Amelie in awe. "You really aren't the kind of girl I thought you were. You're so caring and thoughtful. I'm sure Celia is happy to have you as her friend."

"And I'm so happy to have you as my roommate," Amelie smiled. "I'm so glad we're getting along."

"Me too."

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Who the heck was that guy?!

Andy frowned as he stepped out of his car. He had just went to visit his friend and had come back. Just thinking about that new guy popping out of nowhere and saying he wanted to join the group had sort of scared him, thinking that they'd been found out.

He was so confused when the new guy said it had been himself who invited him. He didn't want to lie, but he didn't want to miss his chance of getting some millions.

He opened the door, a little surprised that it was unlocked. Stepping inside his house, he suddenly heard voices and sniffles of cries.

"No way! He did that?!"

"Yes... Yes, he did. I... I didn't want to... But he forced me," Stella's shaky voice came up. Andy frowned, and out of curiosity, went inside the living room to see what was going on.

"You're back!" A short woman got up from the couch and glared at Andy. "What were you doing? Forcing another girl on you?"

"What?" Andy was still confused. "What do you mean, Mother?"

"Andy, look at what you did to this poor woman," Andy's mother cried out. "For goodness sake, can't you turn into a better man? You said you would treat Hannah good, but instead you force a girl on yourself?!"

"I... I didn't do that?!"

"Shut up, you liar!" Stella wailed. "I was yelling for you to stop and you wouldn't. You scared me! You keep me around here as your maid and won't let me go because I owe you."

Andy gritted his teeth. "Stella, how could you possibly do this to me?!" Beneath her fake cries, Andy could see Stella smirking at him.

"Andy, you've definitely crossed the line this time!" Andy's mother yelled. "I trusted you, and now you've broken that trust!"

Stella had told him, no, she had warned him that she was going to be doing this. Andy just never expected it to be like this.

"You cheated on your own wife," His mother got closer to him and gave him one hard slap across the cheeks. Andy could just hear Stella laughing in the background.

Andy clenched his fists, anger bursting inside of him. "Whatever!" At least he still had the deal with his men. If he got the money, buying a new house wouldn't be a problem. He would be rich, and Stella and his parents would come back begging for his forgiveness.

"I think you know what that means," His mother exclaimed. "Stella and I have already packed all your stuff. They're waiting for you upstairs. I expect you to leave this place in the next 30 minutes."

Andy couldn't argue. He didn't want to, but he just smirked and started heading upstairs.

Just wait and see!

He reached upstairs just to see that there were three bags waiting for him. He molded his smirking face into an angry one, before grabbing his bags and heading back downstairs.

"I hope you have fun living on the streets," Stella laughed at his situation. "I warned you, Andy. This is revenge for what you did to my friend."

"Who?"

Stella just shook her head.

"You sick woman!" Andy ran up to her and slapped her face. "I should have never trusted you!"

"Andy!!!" His mother came running to Stella's rescue, trying to push him away. "Leave my house this instant!"

"Whatever, I'm leaving!" Andy grabbed his bag again and started heading outside. "I'm not as hopeless as you two think I'm going to be. Soon, I'm going to get at least €10 million and I hope not to see any of you sick women come to beg me!" With those last words, he left.

"Don't worry, darling," Andy's mother turned to Stella. "He's gone now. He will not hurt you anymore. Now I just have to find a way to break this news to Hannah when she gets back."

"It's okay," Stella smiled. "You should go home. When Hannah comes back, I'll explain everything to her, starting from the beginning. Hopefully she won't be too mad at me."

"I don't want to leave. I want to talk to Hannah about it myself. And don't worry, she won't be mad at you. I'll make sure of that."

"Thank you." Yes... Thank you!

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"What do you think about Stella? Do you hate her or do you like what she did?"

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