Chapter Three

[Beaue]

A whole week has passed since Beaue first saw Lawliet and she can't get him out of her head.

With each new day, Beaue felt her fascination and excitement for the mysterious boy grow. Thoughts like these scared her immensely, for she never really liked a guy like that before. Yes, there were slight crushes here and there, but none of them compare to the feelings she had now.

She wouldn't call herself obsessed...No, definitely not. But infatuated? Yes. Pretty much, Beaue was completely infatuated with this boy whom she still had yet to speak with. These confusing feelings were so unlike her and they were starting to drive her crazy!

Beaue is the girl who always makes fun of the squeamish highschool love puppies that flirt, giggle and sway their hips to get a guy to like them. Now...Beaue was starting to sympathize with them!

Everyday, during homeroom, physics or gym class, her eyes would always wander towards him and try to discover what's behind his ever-present mystique. Once, she purposely bumped into him and so she could smell his cologne...

I'm turning into a freak! What's wrong with me? Beaue thought to herself.

Hell, he probably doesn't even know I exist!

Another thing she noticed (and was very happy about) was that Lawliet's popularity amongst the school was slowly declining.

Whenever one of the preppy girls would walk over and ask him a question in their nasally, high-pitched voices, Lawliet would either play with his hair or chew on his fingernails with a bored, blank expression and keep silent until they walked away. Eventually, people stopped trying to talk to him because he was never interested.

The only time Lawliet did speak was if he was directly addressed by a teacher, but even those answers were given without emotion.

Yet, Beaue loved when he spoke. Lawliet spoke eloquently and with evident intelligence that not many highschoolers possess. Beaue didn't even understand why someone like him even needed to be in school. He seemed to know every answer already!

Today was Monday, but unlike other Mondays, Beaue was excited to go to school. A whole weekend without seeing Lawliet had been very depressing and daydreaming could only do so much.

I really am turning into a freak! Beaue thought again, but was too happy to care. Hell, she even put on make-up and wore a skirt today. Oo-rah for trying!

Upon entering school, Beaue practically ran to her homeroom. Beaue even placed an open book on her desk to have a studious appeal.

All that's left to do is wait. Beaue thought smugly to herself. Only twenty minutes left.

fifteen minutes...ten minutes...five minutes...

Where the hell is he?

By now, everyone was present except for him. Beaue slightly sank in her seat.

I guess he's not coming...

"Lookin good, Little Bo Peep"

Beaue turned in her seat to see one of the football players smirking jeeringly at her. His name was Steve Schwarz.

Beaue quickly turned away from him and concentrated on the open book in front of her.

"That's a cute skirt, Little Bo Peep. Is it for me?"

Beaue wanted to sink into a dark hole. Why were they using that horrible nickname again?

Beaue remained silent. What else was there to do? Say something and sound like an idiot? No thanks. Besides, Steve has big muscles and a scary face...

I'm such a coward.

After Steve's comment, other students started snickering as well and she could feel their piercing eyes on her.

Suddenly, Beaue felt something cold oozing down her thigh and looked to see iced tea crawling its way through her skirt and down her tights.

Surprised, Beaue stood up to see Ryan, a member of Steve's posse, outwardly laughing with a now empty cup in his hand.

"Oops" Ryan said as Steve joined in on the laughter.

As the sticky tea stain continued to grow, Beaue felt the threat of tears stinging her eyes and throat. Beaue ran out of the classroom and into the hallway.

Beaue walked towards the restroom while a tantrum roared in her head.

I hate them, I hate them, I HATE THEM!

She would not let herself cry out here, not where there was a chance someone could see her. She had to make it to the bathroom where she would be free to cry as much as she wanted.

However, a mass of black hair brought her out of her mental episode and caused her attention to focus on the person in front of her. Flawless, as always, Lawliet was leaning against the lockers just a few feet away.

She stopped in her tracks, her eyes locking on his handsome face.

Lawliet's eyes drifted from the brown stain on her skirt to her watery, blue eyes. He looked at her with a curious expression that she could not read, his eyes carrying the same enchantments on her as they usually had.

Realizing the situation and her current appearance, Beaue's logical mind froze and she started to enter panic mode. Her adrenaline was already up and Beaue felt like she couldn't think straight.

Feeling her cheeks heat up and her anxieties creeping inside her mind, Beaue turned left to escape Lawliet's open stare.

However, instead of meeting with the hallway, Beaue collided face first into a stiff metal locker.

The pain pierced right down the middle of Beaue's skull, her entire forehead throbbing.

"MOTHER FFFAGH" Beaue said, one hand on her head while the other punched the offensive metal.

Punching the locker was a bad idea, as Beaue now felt pain in her knuckles as well as her head.

Shit, Shit, Shit, SHIT!

Beaue then proceeded to speed walk down the hallway, not bothering to check if Lawliet was still watching.

Any hope for becoming less of a loser was next to nothing.

However, if she did turnaround, she would have seen the slightest smile grace L's features, even if just for a second.

Author's Note: Sorry everyone again for the late post. I'll try to write the next chapter as soon as possible. I'm debating whether I should have changing character POV's or just stick with Beaue's POV. I thought in some other stories I read changing POV's was kind of annoying and repetitive, but if you guys think it will add more detail into the story and want it then let me know. Thanks guys!