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I'm bored.
It's rude and unkind so say so, but I am, I really, really am.
Mr Richard has a habit of rambling. Right now he's talking about the economy, the gold standard and keeps reverting back to the state of Governing.
I stifle a yawn and blink to relieve my eyes of the strain of watching him note everything down upon the board.
His rambling is then broken as his gaze shifts from his scribbling to the back of the class.
I wince, my heart increases it's BPM.
For a brief second I swear he is looking at me, fixing his gaze upon me to challenge a simple yawn.
Then he parts his thin lips and the words are almost produced in slow motion.
"Mr Davies"
I let out a sigh, he's set his sights upon Lucas, then I'm concerned for him.
"Come to the board and please, explain how you link all of the notes"
I know Lucas wont know. I'm considering whispering him the answers, but I don't think I'll get away with it without being picked on myself. Mr Richard has a nasty eye for talkers.
I press my lips into a thin line.
I hear a chair screech back and Lucas walks past, he creates a faint breeze as he passes.
His limbs hang at his side, it's like he's trying to find the will to actually walk.
Lucas rolls his shoulders, unmoved by the remarks that buzz around the class. I can't hear anything specific but I know they are all against him, they know as well as I that Lucas has no idea what has been going on this past forty minuets.
I unfold my arms to watch him fall. I look upon him, rooting for him, to act as if I would have a safety net. It's an illusion, I have no such thing. I can't prevent his downfall.
Lucas simply writes.
Screw this.
Mr Richard furrows his brow, his face creases, his half moon glasses slip down his nose.
"Get out" he growls and snatches the marker back from Lucas.
Those two words send a ripple around the class.
Lucas drags himself to the door and is soon out, the door thuds shut behind him.
The whole ordeal was dealt with little emotion.
I pick up my pen and move it between my fingers, I wonder what Jane is doing?
I try to escape campus as quickly as possible, meaning right now, I'm probably a pace close to running.
With my satchel slung over my shoulder and the wind whipping at my hair, I probably look a mess.
"Maura" a voice cuts through to me. I stop and turn.
Stood by the no smoking sign, Lucas resides, smoking.
I scoff.
He is such a cliché.
Lucas smiles as smoke parts from his lips, he waves.
"You wanna come to my place?"
Panic in Disneyland, biological chaos, red alert.
"Erm" I walk over, my legs are jelly by the time we are in talking distance. I've come all this way just to reject him. "Thank you" he looks hopeful. I wince. "but, sorry, I can't"
Lucas drops his cigarette to the floor and crushes it with his foot.
"Why not?"
"I have work to do"
"Come on Maura, you and I both know you've not"
He's hit a nerve, he's slammed his foot down upon it. I hate it when people assume I'm lying, no I have got work to do plenty of it, I just have to see Jane first.
"How would you know?" I respond icily.
"You're a smart ass, you don't even need to be here"
He does have a point.
"I have every right to be in school"
Lucas rolls his jaw and sucks in his bottom lip.
"Thank you for the offer Lucas, I have to go" I turn sharply, the ground beneath my feet crunches and I walk off.
I take a glance over my shoulder once I'm through the gate, he walks off with his hands in his pockets, the hem of his jeans is worn from where he has walked upon them.
My stomach lurches, he is rather handsome from a distance.
When I return my gaze to look ahead, I stop in my tracks, Jane is leaning on the railing like her body is dependent on it, her lips are curved into a smile.
I feel like there is an air pocket inside my stomach and it falls to my feet then rises, only to leave me light headed.
"Jane" I smile and she meets me half way.
"So this is where you spend your time"
"Yes" I glance back at the school, I have no idea why though. Maybe my brain tricked me into thinking it had floated away as Jane spoke.
The actual chance of that happening is impossible.
"Who was the guy?" Jane nods in the direction Lucas had walked off.
"Oh" I suddenly feel guilty. "Lu,Lucas"
Jane stuffs her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and begins to walk, I follow.
"He looked pretty pissed about something"
I bite on the skin of my lower lip.
"I just told him I was busy"
"With what?"
"Work"
"Work?"
"Why is it so hard for people to believe I have work?"
"It's not" Jane nudges me playfully. "Where do you want to go?"
"How did you find my school?"
"Okay, not the exact answer I was looking for"
"Jane" I press.
"I have my ways" Jane pats the end of her nose with her index finger and winks at me. "So where do you wanna go?"
"Ways? What ways?"
Jane stops, I stop and we stand half way down the sidewalk.
"Where, meaning a place, do you, that means you Maura, want to go, also meaning your choice, go"
Jane paces her words like I'm a child learning to speak.
I soon get that she doesn't want to disclose the source of her information with me.
"I'm hungry" I feel my stomach rumble.
"Great, let's go get something" Jane starts to walk again.
"But I don't want to"
"You just said you were hungry" Jane closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose.
Jane doesn't have patience.
"That doesn't mean I want to eat now Jane, in a matter of fact I think I'm thirsty"
"Are you trying to drive me nuts?"
"Why would I want to subject you to mental derangement?" I furrow my brow at her question.
"Never mind..."
We both walk until we reach a cross roads.
"Actually the medical term for insanity is Psychosis" I add.
"Well, I know I'll sleep better tonight"
"Do you have to be sarcastic about everything?"
"Yes" the answer is blunt and we cross the road quickly. I'm yet to know where we're actually walking.
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit"
"Yeah and there's a fine line between wit and intelligence"
"You lack both" it's too late to take it back, Jane turns sharply.
"Maura!"
"What?"
"You know what!"
"Okay, I'm sorry" I can't help but chuckle at my own snipe. My apology is thin.
"Now I'm wondering why I actually hang around with you"
I pout, Jane glances at me while I do so.
"That's not fair" she groans.
"What?"
"You look like a lost puppy"
"Fury and stray?"
Jane laughs.
"Wide eyed and adorable"
I grin.
"Thank you Jane, wait, where are we going?"
Jane slows her pace and glances around.
"I have no idea"
"Let's just go to The Robber" I sigh and Jane nods, finally pleased with something I have said.
We reach the Robber just before it starts to rain, the small droplets of water fall steadily behind us as Jane guides me in.
I can never get used to the smell of smoke, it always seems to leave a different odor dependent on the area, right now, it's giving me a sense of nausea.
Jane and I are about to sit down, I mean, my rear is practically on the seat when Jane bolts up like the table has shocked her and glares at me.
"Sit next to me" she hisses frantically, her eyes are no longer on me but are fixed on some unknown entity in the doorway, I turn to see what she's so frantic about.
A young man is stood in tight jeans, a white t-shirt and navy shirt slung over his shoulder.
I tilt my head to get a better examination of why his shirt is so tight.
He has highly defined pectorals... I mean... I really defined for a man of his age. His biceps and triceps are also equally as toned.
"If your done checking pop-eye out, I need you to sit next to me Maura" Jane snaps, she seems irritated at the fact I have just looked over him.
I quirk my eyebrow and move over to sit in the corner of the booth facing the door. Jane quickly slides in next to me.
"Can you please explain what has brought this on?"
"Giovanni, he's an A grade..."
"Student" I peer around again in hope to actually meet someone intellectual and robust.
"Asshole" Jane dead pans and I jerk my head around.
"I'm sure he's not..."
Giovanni is soon stood over our table, I have to say he's nose is crooked, but other wise he has a fine ratio.
"Hey Rizzoli, you're lookin' hot"
I'm sure Jane looks like she wants to face plant into the table, repeatedly. Her eyes are pleading for him to go away.
"Whoa, who's this plate of Apache chillies?"
"Pardon?" I blurt. Jane groans and hides her face in her hands.
Of course he can't be referring to me as a chilli pepper?
From Jane's flustered expression and Giovanni's earnest stare, he in fact is comparing me to a dwarf chilli pepper with an exceptionally high yield of fruits.
I should be charmed. Should.
"I said, you're looking hot too blondie"
Jane blocks his view of me by swerving in the way.
"Move along chilli boy" Jane snaps, but he ignores her and returns to staring at me. I have to say, he is rather attractive when he's not comparing me to dwarf peppers.
"I just wanted to say Rizzoli, your Ma's car is all fixed up"
"Why don't you just tell her that?"
"Eh your closer and have fine friends"
He means me again.
"Fine frien... you know what, now I know why some animals eat their own children" Jane's voice is slightly higher with agitation.
From Giovanni's expression, he has no idea what Jane meant by it.
"Filial cannibalism" I don't really know why I have just decided to share that term for animals eating their offspring, but it seems to have gained both of their attention. Jane glares at me when I continue.
"It's the, erm, act of a animal eating it's offspring" my voice is tiny.
"Maura" Jane makes short work of stamping on my foot to shut me up.
I yelp.
"You just bruised my Extensor hallucis longus"
Jane shoots me a confused stare.
"Ew?"
"It's the thin muscle, situated between the Tibialis anterior and the Extensor digitorum longus that functions to extend the big toe"
"Pipe down wiki quote" she snaps and turns back to Giovanni. He seems as equally confused as Jane, but enthralled with me.
"I'll guess I'll be seeing you around then" Giovanni winks at me and walks to the pool table to where the rest of his friends have situated. He hollers loudly at them and claps his hands, he reminds me of a seal... a demented seal.
"Why did you want me to sit next to you?"
"For moral support" Jane grumbles sarcastically and slams her head down on to the table.
"He seems nice" I defend, looking after him as he walks. "He's growing on me"
"So does fungus" Jane huffs.