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i. notice
Lockwood doesn't meet Lucy Carlyle on her first day at Combe Carey High. He doesn't even acknowledge her.
When the teacher walks in late, he's too busy digging a pen out of his schoolbag.
The only thing he notices is that there are two pairs of feet clacking over the cold linoleum tiles instead of just one. His level of interest peaks moderately, but not enough for him to give up his search for a stylus and look up.
He assumes it's the new student, and whoever it is will probably just ignore him as well anyway. The whole school does, for the most part.
(One of the only people he can talk to is his sister - and she's dead.)
When Ms Fittes clears her throat at the front of the room, he finally finds a pen and throws it on his economics book, then props up his elbows on the table and drops his chin into his palms, a picture of jaded detachment.
The new student is female.
The only thing he notices is the new girl's dark brunette bob and closed-off expression, making for a banal first impression. Her navy blue messenger bag hangs at her side, aseptic, impersonal and dark, just like the rest of her.
(He immediately strikes down whatever hopes he had of gaining a friend.)
She's not ugly, but not that pretty, either, very average in most ways. Yet Lockwood can still hear the way Quill Kipps is shifting in his seat, which probably says something about the female population of their town.
(Or maybe Kipps is just a sleaze when it comes to girls. The guy is a menace.)
When Ms Fittes makes her introductory statement, Lockwood is already half-immersed in his work again, flipping through the pages of his economics book with fervour.
The only thing he notices is that her name is Lucy Carlyle and that she'll be with them for the rest of their Senior semester. He fleetingly wonders for what reason anybody would switch schools in their last semester of high school, but doesn't ponder on the ambiguity of the statement.
When she walks past his seat in the middle row, black skirt rustling, and settles herself at a desk two seats to the right of him, the only thing he notices is that she's held up the lesson for about four and a half minutes. That, and he's a little disappointed.
(He doesn't know why - maybe he's just tired of being labelled as a nerdy loner and being rejected by society.)
(Flo would be proud of his cynicism.)
Lockwood occupies himself with the finer workings of our society for the rest of the lesson. He explains the business cycle with no problem and writes a paragraph on Keynesian economics to make Ms Fittes happy. He's pretty sure it would boost his grade up... if there was anything left to boost.
The girl's fallow form doesn't do much to capture his attention. The only thing he notices now is how the ink on the nib of his pen is smudging and that the viscid black liquid is blotching all over his fingers and his neatly written work.
Lockwood clicks his tongue in annoyance and replaces the offending pen with a pencil.
So I felt like posting something. Bite me. :)
So as you can see, this is another pointless fluff ficlet (from Lockwood's POV this time because I felt like it). Expect weekly updates, since school is starting for me again and I'm going to have to concentrate on my education soon. Blech. Next chapter: gossip
Should I put George and Flo in as a couple? (Florge... Cubbard... uh...?) Help me out here.
Review, s'il vous plaît? OvO
Merci, mes copines! Bonne chance!