Ephram's Just Desserts. By EphramsBabyGurl
Disclaimers: I don't own the show Everwood, but I do own the character Lena.
Spoilers: none
Lena Adams walked through the halls of County High. Rage. Rage was the only word to describe the hatred towards her parents right now. They had just uprooted her from a comfy middle class life. Her house is Massachusetts, her friends; everything she loved was in MA. Not here in 'Everhell'. All they could manage to say to try to make her feel better was, 'You'll make new friends'. Yeah, right, preps. She didn't want preppy friends, but that was all she saw. No punks/gothics, no people who even had the slightest notion who Good Charlotte is. She pushed her navy blue white streaked hair behind her ear. She looked down at her black jeans and white peasant shirt and sighed. Still, she had made an effort to look decent. She adjusted her black knitted pack back on her shoulder and looked around the massive school. She spotted her locker number, one thing found in this craphole. She looked around for someone she might ask where to find the English Lit. room-but no one looked especially friendly. She scanned the crowd once again for someone remotely punk. Damn. She was the proverbial cactus in a rose field; or is that rose in a cactus field? She was never good at remembering metaphors. Lena shook her head and pulled out her Discman. Something caught her eye. A boy. With purple hair! Halleluiah!
Ephram looked around for a spot to dispose of the black burned mass he was holding in a napkin. Burnt toast-REALLY black burnt toast. Just another one of his father's attempts at cooking. Breakfast was supposed to be edible, not hard as a rock. He sighed and looked at it.
Lena pushed through the crown toward the purple haired boy. She took a few seconds to compose herself before approaching him. "Hi, 'scuse me but could you tell me where to find the English Lit room? Today's my first day and I'm already lost in this craphole." Lena asked the boy- tapping on his shoulder. He looked up from his locker looking startled she had talked to him. "Um-yeah- 2nd floor-left side-12th door down." He told her. Lena smiled gratefully. "Uh, Ephram Brown." He introduced himself. "So Ephram, blown up chemistry project or cancerous lung?" Lena asked, nodding toward Ephram's burnt toast in a napkin. "Its actually my dads lame attempt at breakfast." Ephram replied, smirking at Lena poking it disdainfully. "Yum." Lena said, voice dripping with pity. She checked her watch. "Got to go-see you around Ephram. Ephram watched her go before a thought struck him. "Wait!" he called after her. She turned to face him walking backwards. "I didn't get your name." He called. "I didn't give it!" she yelled back grinning. She turned on her heels and walked off, Ephram watching her go.
Amy watched this new girl-this 'flirt'-dance around Ephram, a pang of longing striking her in her heart. Ephram was refusing to talk to her. She almost let a tear drop before sternly reminding herself of Collin-the one she was supposed to love. The one I do love. She slammed her locker shut and joined up with her clique going to class.