It's only been a week since I transferred to this school, and I'm already fed up. I never asked to be all chummy with the school's number two idol. Let me tell you, the bastard hates it too.

Adrien only keeps an eye on me because he was asked to by Uncle Camille. Since I was a foreigner, he was worried if I'd fit in with the rest and ever so sweetly asked his stupid nephew to give me a hand occasionally.

Ever since the first day, when he came to fetch me for lunch, half the female population in my class started giving me the cold shoulder. The heck? It's not my fault he appears when the lunch break bell rings or that he walks to school with me. We live under the same roof for jinxies sake! The whole living-together had become THE-NEWS of the school. And before long, I had girls from other classes and even seniors coming to check who this girl who stole their prince charming was.

Grumbling I pull out my chemistry textbook and pencil case. Walking through the hallway with every single eye on me was super exhausting.

"You seem to be in a good mood."

Looking up with a frown, I notice Ninnon standing there with a smile. Over the week the two of us had hit off. I know I didn't come here to make friends, but she wasn't like any other girl here. Not too outspoken, nor bitchy but with a unique smartness and gentleness, she easily won me over.

"From which angle, do I seem to be in a good mood?" I ask her as she sets her bag on the ground beside her chair. She gives me a shrug and before she could say anything more, there appears the other nuisance who had me feeling exhausted.

"Ameliaaaaaaa!" Pierre shouted rushing towards me, in full-speed. I had come to terms that his goofiness is not a facade but a part of his easy-going personality.

Throwing his bag over my head, he crushes me with a mama-bear hug. Ninnon rolls her eyes as she pulls her books out of her bag.

"Do that again, and I swear I'll throw your bag out the window, Pierre," I snap at him, pushing his hands aside. Laughing, he ignores me and skips to where Ethan is.

Ethan Beckham is the popular guy in class. With his lustrous, tousled brown hair, hazel eyes and a tall built figure, the girls in the class considered him a gift from God. I would have thrown him to the playboy category if he had been a guy with just his looks. Unfortunately, he is smart too. Oh, and he happened to be Pierre's childhood friend.

"You're staring too long Amelia."

Shit!

Ninnon didn't have to be too loud. This caught Ethan's attention, and he looked my way. Our eyes met, but I soon turn around.

"Next time, warn me before you do something stupid," I grumble to which Ninnon gives me a playful smile.

"Alright, kids. Back to your seats." Miss Valerie barks as she enters the classroom. Everyone shuffled to their seats. "That goes for you as well Vivienne. Get off of Ethan's desk and for the love of God, pull down your skirt and button your shirt!"

Vivienne is considered the most beautiful in class. Is that all it takes? First few buttons of the shirt open, showing off a great deal of cleavage, skirt too high that could show your panties with a light breeze, and face swallowed with the latest makeup, to be the most beautiful? Then the bimbos I knew back home would be considered Greek goddesses here in France.

Flicking her dark hair and shooting Miss Valerie a glare, Vivienne walks to her desk. Of course after throwing a flirty kiss towards Ethan. Gag me now!

What's with the air kiss? urgh!

Once again I find myself glancing over to Ethan. He had his head facing downwards, staring at his open textbook. He wasn't the typical popular guy who basked in all the glory of being the best in class. Surprisingly he never paid attention to anyone in class except for a selective few guys and Pierre. Which is why I couldn't help myself but be slightly interested in him. Not romantically, but more nostalgically. He reminded me of someone back home.

"Amelia."

"Amelia."

"Amelia Brooke!"

"Yes!" I say aloud as I quickly turn to see who was calling me. Oh, it was the homeroom teacher.

"Glad to see your still here with us." And she marked my attendance. Ninnon gave me a smirk while I heard snickering from the back. Turning behind I give Pierre a death glare, the boy just grinned back. I really ought to give up trying to scare this guy.

I found Ethan looking directly at me. I couldn't read his expression. He was neutral.

My phone vibrates. Looking at the caller ID, I leave the phone to continue ringing.

It's Ryan.

He's been calling me over and over since I moved. I left without even saying goodbye, and we've been friends since we were five! I was so messed up back then, I would have left even without letting my parents know if it hadn't been for them dropping me off at the airport.

"You've two minutes to answer the call before Mr. Elias walks in," Ninnon says but I just shake my head at her. She gives me a sad smile and I turn to face the front ignoring her. I don't need pity. She doesn't know what had happened. No one does except for Uncle Camille, and his family. Which includes his nephew of course.

Urgh! Just thinking about him makes me boil. He is utterly infuriating. He finds pleasure in irritating me. Or that's what I think since that's the only thing he does whenever I'm around.

I'll give him some credit though; Unwillingly. His Panko and Parmesan-Crusted Cod Fillets was the very first French dish I had eaten when I arrived at the Valentin household. Surprisingly I fell in love with it. Only later I was told that Adrien was the cook behind this delicious dish. Ever since, whenever I'm feeling down in the dumps, or when I come down after crying myself out, I find a plastic-wrapped plate of Panko and Parmesan-Crusted Cod Fillets sitting on the dining table. I'm not sure if they were meant for me, but eating it had always made me less miserable.

However, that doesn't mean I would stop hating him. I take out my revenge through food of course. His favorite dish happens to be spicy rolled omelet.

His Mom prepares us a lunchbox to school every day since she considers cafeteria food to be unhealthy and bland. And Adrien needs his rolled omelet every day! He lacks sweet tooth, so I always make sure to add heaps and heaps of sugar into the omelet mixture while aunt Felicity looks away. I always get yelled at by the ass, but who cares? I just love to see his face morph into utter disgust once he takes a bite of his mouth-watering omelet.

We always eat by the staircase leading to the school's rooftop. There were two ways. The one we use is the old staircase which is under repair. We aren't supposed to be near the site, but Adrien being a delinquent ignores this and has me tag along.

"Amelia." Someone shakes me hard. Swatting the hand away I glare at the person responsible for making me bang my head on the wall beside me.

"What Ninnon?" I didn't mean to yell, but I was pretty much annoyed.

"You've been zoning out quite a lot today. Are you alright?" Ninnon asks ignoring my outburst. She's gotten used to my ways of handling people. Sighing I give her a nod and a weak smile.

"You two are being all friendly leaving pauvre Pierre behind," Pierre says with a pout adorning his face. He is said to one of the most adorable guys in the entire school and seniors come bearing sweets for the guy.

Adorable my ass.

He's plainly nerve-wracking. Like he is right now, shaking my arm back and forth. Ethan shakes his head and looks out the window.

Clenching my fist, I turn to smash his head, but he's saved by our grouchy Mr.Elias walking into the classroom with a stern look on his face, yelling at us to open our books to page 139.

The last thing I notice before I turn to face Mr.Elias is the look of pure hatred from Vivienne.

**********

My back is pressed to the door of a stall in the girls' restroom. Typical of these girls to drag me to the unused washroom. Standing before me was Noelle, Vivienne's partner in bullying as I call her. Vivienne is beside her, glaring at me.

Right after class was over, and the bell had rung for the lunch break, Vivienne asked to see me outside of class. She got me to follow her, and I realized too late that a group of girls followed behind me.

I stare back at everyone. If they think they can make me cry, they're in for a surprise. I've broken down so much in the past few weeks that something so trivial as bullying would never affect me.

"You've got some nerve, Chienne." Noelle spat, squeezing my face with her perfectly manicured nails. She had called me by that same word before, behind my back of course, and being the diligent student I am, I looked it up and found it actually meant Bitch. Wow, Chienne sounded much sweeter.

I remain silent. No reason to waste my breath replying to these girls. Noelle let go and stepped back as Vivienne moved to her spot. What are they, a group of circus acts? Coming in one after the other.

"Who do you think you are?" She asks with pent-up anger.

"Amelia Brooke," I reply poker-faced. "I didn't know you had amnesia."

A slap to my right. That is what I get for being a smart alec. It stings but I keep my expression neutral.

"Are you even human? Show some kind of emotion. You are always emotionless. That crappy poker face of yours is irritating." Vivienne yells aloud forgetting she was bullying a girl in an unused restroom which wasn't far from the one being used now.

Let's hope she gets caught. Amen!

"Just because you're an American, and look slightly Joli than the rest of us, doesn't mean you have the right to wrap your fingers around every guy in school." She continues while moving her face close to mine.

Wow, she's wearing fake eyelashes. And is that an acne scar I see beneath all that makeup?

"So you think I'm pretty? Thank you." I say monotonously. I've been taught to appreciate compliments and thank them.

I might have pulled the last string. Vivienne is beyond pissed. She raises her hand to slap me once more.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Everyone turned around in shock. I've been hearing this voice frequently, I didn't have to see the face to know who it was. However, I am slightly surprised.

Adrien stood at the entrance in all his glory with an unpleasant look on his face.

"V-Vice Prez." Vivienne stammers. She lowers her hand and drops it to her side clenching her super short, super tight skirt.

"We were... um, we were just,"

"Stop with the excuses and get the hell out of here." He snapped. The whole group scattered and rushed out without another word.

He has his arms folded, looking at me intently.

"I get a minute late and find you missing." He says sighing, running his fingers through his dark locks making it messier.

"Yeah well, sorry Dad," I reply arrogantly.

Shaking his head, he turns and leaves. When he notices I hadn't moved an inch, he grumbles and walks inside grabbing my arm and pulling me after him. Since when did I become a puppet to the French kids?

He takes us to our hideout. That's what I call it, whereas he says its 'The secret base'. What's the difference?

I notice my lunchbox lying next to his. The break was almost over but he hadn't started eating.

"Hey... Hey!" he was walking away. The hell?

"I'll be back. Don't move!" he says with a glare and walks away.

Sighing I sit down, hugging my legs close together. I was never this miserable. I've never been so hopeless and pitiable. Look at me now! I'm being bullied at some school far away from my home country. Tears began to well up, but I forced them back trying my best not to let them fall.

"Ow!" something very cold is pressed on my face. It was Adrien. He was holding something in his hand.

"Press this on your cheek. It's red. " And he hands me the cloth which seems to be filled with ice cubes. It's not a surprise. I hadn't gotten a tan in months and my complexion is slightly paler now. A light tap on my skin and you'd have the privilege of seeing red marks.

Sniffling, I sit up straight and press the cloth on my cheek, welcoming the coldness.

"What's wrong?" he asks not looking at me. He grabs his lunchbox and pries the lid open. It's a French egg and bacon sandwich today. Of course, he had his side dish of rolled omelet.

"What?" I ask him clearly not having understood what he meant.

"You seem like your about to cry." He says and finally looks at me. His face is as arrogant as ever but his deep exotic green eyes had a hint of worry in them throwing me off guard. Curse him for having such mesmerizing eyes.

Calm down, Amelia. Don't be swayed. Remain poker-faced. Remain neutral.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm fine." And I bite into my sandwich. I want to moan at the deliciousness but refrain from doing so. Adrien keeps watching me for a while and then turns his face away. We eat in silence and soon the bell rings signaling the end of lunch break. His omelet was left uneaten.

"Did you mess with these today as well?" Adrien questions me pointing to the omelet. I give him a nod. Usually, he'd look annoyed and dump them into my lunchbox and walk away fuming. But today, even though I told him I had added sugar to his spicy omelet, he just got to his feet and started walking away while shoving the omelet into his mouth one after the other leaving me behind dumbfound.

What just happened?