#this chapter got so out of control

I finished the next chapter of PH last night, but I need to step back before editing - so I’m aiming for posting Wednesday instead of today.  It’s…uh…it’s turned into another little beast.  These meet cute/akuma chapters were supposed to be short, dang it. 

“Yeah,” Bri snickered, smirking at her.  “You’re not even using the mat in front of us.  Last week, Troy had Brussel sprouts before class.  Bent over and ripped a big one right in poor Luka’s face.”

Blue Hair’s face scrunched at the memory, but Marinette was suddenly too gripped with a whole new sense of terror to realize Blue Hair’s name was Luka.

“That…thathappens?” she squeaked.  Blue Hair gave her an encouraging, if pained, smile and shrugged.

“People fart,” he said.  “I survived.”

…oh my God I’m going to fart in his face, Marinette thought in a blind panic.  Blue Hair smiled and squeezed her knee.

“Breathe,” he said, patting her knee before turning back to the front of the class, where Adrienne looked like she was meditating.  “You’ll do great.”

“…I’m going to fart in your face and I won’t even have to worry about breaking my neck because I’ll have already died of embarrassment,” she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut and hanging her head.