Lucas sat at his chair. Delia stared at her new classmate.
"Where are you from?" she asked him.
"New York."
"We are on New York."
"We came back with my family. Why are you so interested?"
"Children! Be quiet back there!" the teacher said.
"Sorry miss." Lucas.
"Sorry miss." Delia joked. He did nothing. "Don't even dare to touch my brother or you will be really sorry."
Lucas turned at her.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He said.
"Yeah right. If you dare, try to kill him with your 'holy' hand and I'll show you what my hand can do."
"I don't want to hurt you or your brother. In fact, I don't know what you are talking about right now." Lucas answered without any anger in his voice.
Delia furious hit his leg with hers. Lucas did nothing. She tried again and again, with no result.
In the end, she gave up. Lucas smiled.
"Evil always wants to threaten good. But it can't. It never could, can or will be able to beat good. Evil fails" He said staring at his book.
Delia stared for a while at him, then angry gave up for the second time.
"Again and again." Lucas completed.
The girl, her eyes glowing from anger took a pencil and draw at line in the middle of the desk.
"Your space" she said showing the right. "My space [Lol. Myspace] . Don't dare to touch mine."
Lucas touched the left one with his finger. Again and again.
"Never think that I'll be afraid of you."
