The blonde looked over at the seats filled with rowdy kids, the yelling and screaming causing her ears to ring. Searching for an open seat with her eyes, they lit up when they landed upon an empty one near the back. She made her way to her seat with her eyes glued to the aisle, careful not to trip over feet and instrument cases.
"Excuse me! Oops, sorry about that!. Is it alright if I step over you? Thanks!"
She eventually got through and sat next to the window, turning her head to stare at the familiar and not bodies walk to their bus, all of them looking exhausted and ready to go home.
She sighed and lifted her arms free from the straps of her bookbag and swung it onto her lap, unzipped it, and pulled her notebook out, the blue cover torn from being misused.
She flipped to a blank page and unzipped another pocket, grabbing her new favorite mechanical pencil that she found on the floor in school five minutes ago.
She tucked her thumb under her chin as images of what she could draw flooded her mind.
Unfortunately, none of them were good.
She looked around the bus to see if there was anyone she didn't have in her notebook.
The scary sword girl? Check.
The stripper guy? Check.
That girl who looked like she belonged in Elementary school instead of 8th grade? Check.
She sighed and was about to push her book bag to the other side of the seat so it seemed full when a guy threw himself into it, his thigh brushing hers.
Lucy, not exactly liking the contact, decided to speak up.
"Um...excuse me?"
The boy didn't turn to look at her, instead he listened to a conversation that was happening in the seat before theirs, looking ready to throw in insult at someone she couldn't see.
"Uhhh.. hello?"
No response.
Lucy sighed in defeat and gabbed her book and pencil again, her mind searching for ideas on what to make when she realized…
The boy beside her.
She never saw him before.
His onyx eyes were gleaming with mischief, his hair was kind of weird, not that she minded, and his lips...
Let's not talk about those things under his nose that Lucy may or may not have had the sudden urge to put her own on.
Wasn't she annoyed at him like 10 seconds ago?
She shook her head and focused on her old thought, surely the boy wouldn't mind?
She shrugged and got to work, first sketching the shape of his head and neck.
She snickered to herself.
Oh, this was going to be good.