Odd's POV
"Hey, who's the new kid?" I asked as I inclined further into my seat at the Lyoko gang's usual lunch table.
I examined her up and down. She was tall, taller than me (but wasn't everybody?), skinny, and she had brown, caramel skin. She had brown eyes and long, black hair. She wore a dark purple, short sleeved tee-shirt, with a green camoflauge miniskirt, and tall, lace up black boots. She had a sparkly silver hair clip holding back a bang on the left side of her face. Her hair was down and reached her lower back. Her nails were painted purple. "She's hot."
Yumi rolled her eyes, but said, "Her name is Naomi Dupree. She just started here today."
"How do you know that?" Jeremie inquired, leaning forward. "You're not the type to gossip, y'know."
"She takes advanced English meaning she's in the same class as me, not you guys. She's from America so it makes sense."
"She looks confused," I said, watching as her eyes darted uncertainly from table to table. It looked like she was searching for somewhere to sit. "I'll be right back." I got up and sautnered up to Naomi with an infectious grin on my face.
"Can you help me?" I said. "I lost my number. Can I have yours?"
She snickered before imitating a rimshot. "Funny," she said.
"I'm Odd Della Robia," I said, sliding closer over to her. "And you?"
"Naomi Dupree," she stated. She gripped her lunch tray. "Now if you'll excuse me..."
"Come sit with me and my friends!" I suggested, pleading with his puppy dog eyes.
She shrugged. "Why not?"
The two of us walked to the lunch table. She sat down in the empty seat next to Ulrich.
"Guys, this is Naomi. Naomi, this is Yumi, Jeremie, and Ulrich." I said. Each person waved as their names were said.
"Naomi, tell us about yourself," Yumi said. Naomi took a bite of food and ate, thinking about what to say.
"Well, I'm thirteen years old. I come from America and I moved here because my dad is in the military so he moves around a lot. I love music and acting, and fashion. Someday I hope to be an actress/singer-songwriter/fashion designer. My favorite types of music are pop and rock. I like lolita and couture clothes, and as for acting I love theatre and film. Musicals are okay, I guess. I'm a lot of fun. I love reading, I'm outgoing, I'm a hopeless romantic..." she stopped there, and continued eating.
"Do you play sports?" Ulrich asked, speaking to her for the first time.
"A little volleyball, but I can't say I'm very good." She turned to him and smiled a bit.
"How are you in school?" Jeremie asked.
"I'd say I'm smart, but I'm no genius."
"Sounds like you're selling yourself too short, Cupcake!" I said, wiggling my eyebrows.
"So, what is that, my official nickname? Are you the nickname guy?"
"I'm whoever you want me to be." I grinned.
"Cute," she said.
"Yes, you are."
"Jesus, Odd, can't you keep your paws off of her for a few minutes?" Yumi said.
"Okay, okay, yeesh!" I said, defeated.
Throughout the rest of lunch, the conversations went well, except for Sissi coming over and throwing snarky remarks now and then. And Ulrich seemed not to want to speak to Naomi.
