Pretty Bluebell

chapter 2

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   IT was four in the afternoon by the time Adrien had entered the car to go to his Mandarin classes, which started conveniently at four-thirty. The tutor was supposed to be at his house, which gave him approximately twenty to fifteen minutes to wind down alone, in the comfort of his room.

As comforting as the room could be.

Sure, it had a whole basketball court set up, a foosball table, a flat screen TV, a huge computer set up and about every video game a teenage boy could ask for, it even had a rock climbing wall, but was there any point to it if he used all of it alone all the time?

As soon as the car pulled up to the majestic cream and ash grey Agresté mansion, the boy hopped out with a little hope in his heart that his father wasn't waiting for him at the door, or that his tutor didn't happen to get here early. If he were extra lucky, his tutor would probably be late, even by a few minutes.

Unlike any other normal teenager in Paris, he didn't have a friend he could text other than Kagami. He had another friend, if you could call her that, but they weren't exactly talking to each other anymore.

Chloe Bourgeois, the mayor's sweet-talking daughter, a person who was in his life since birth. Unlike him, she enjoyed the fame and riches, often taking advantage of it. Ever since his mother passed though, they barely saw each other.

With a sigh, he stepped into his bathroom to take a quick rinse, after all, he was quite sweaty after fencing practice.

By the time he was dressed, Adrien found Nathalie at the door awaiting for him to finish up so he could head down to the dining table to start his tutoring session.

"Wang Shifu," the boy bowed slightly in respect for his tutor, who nodded with a smile in return. "Hello Adrien, happy to be here for another session," Wang Fu greeted, then gesturing at the empty seat beside his.

The blond was handed a textbook after he pulled out his notebook, and they soon got to work, practicing pronounciation, new phrases, the way to write them and so on. Adrien picked up fairly quickly on everything, as, of course, it was his nature to excel at everything due to his father's demand.

He didn't mind Mandarin, he liked learning the language and the characters, how to sound them nicely, all that. He took the class even before his mother passed, and she, for one, loved their culture and it was what made her ask her son if he had wanted to take it up.

The more he practiced how to write the characters, the more he thought about his mother, and how she would be beside him, watching him work with a smile on her face, casually muttering words of encouragement.

This didn't usually happen.

He barely thought about things like this during classes. Adrien supposed that since there was the launch of the new line of his father's brand that was dedicated to her, it surfaced a lot of memories with her.

"Ahem," Wang Fu cleared his throat softly to gain his student's attention once more, his attempt suceeding as the blond boy blinked back into reality. "Sorry, Shifu," he pressed his lips in embarrassment, heading back to his notebook.

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The next morning wasn't all that eventful, unlike yesterday, Adrien didn't have any big events to go to. All he had was fencing mid-day, then a photoshoot at three.