A girl called Lucy
A/N Two more chapters after this one guys! You won't have to put up with me for much longer XD but I'm going to miss writing this so much! But enjoy! Thanks for reading and please please review yay!
Lucy
I don't know why, but I'm still mad with Lily. Still mad with Sebastian. The old me would have got over it ages ago, and moved on to the next boy, but the new me hangs onto things like her hands to superglued to it, looking for any excuse to scream and complain.
It wasn't as though I even went out with Sebastian or anything. I was turned down by him, then Lily went out with him. Then out came the squealing bitch with the same name and face as me, who ruined anything.
The sad, moping me I could cope with slightly. She wasn't possessive, mean or rude. She just needed somebody's help. She was almost gone before that Hogsmeade weekend. But the me that followed her, the angry lioness with a constant thorn in her paw, I couldn't handle. She took over me completely, scratching anyone who came close enough,
Every time I got rid of her, became a version of me I could stand, I would try to go close enough to Lily to apologise. But then she would come back, lashing out at Lily, shouting andcutting the scars deeper.
I don't think there's anything I can do now.
So I just sit in a trance, moving from place to place, from lesson to lesson, nothing in,ing in, everything anyone tells me going in one ear and out the other. Gone is the hot, flirtatious, cheeky Lucy. Left in her place is a mopey robot that resembles her.
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't pinned Lily up against that wall. Would I have been her friend, would I have been able to look past her going out with Seb? Probably I would, once I got over being turned down. I'd have probably turned my eye towards someone new, and forgotten all about that dreamy Ravenclaw.
Now who am I? I'm not the flirty girl, I'm not the mopey girl, and I really hope I'm not the lioness. I have to be somebody, but what if I don't like who I am?
I wander the corridors aimlessly, searching for something I know I won't find in these dark halls.
I turn a corner, too fast, and smash straight into a boy with blond hair. His green eyes pierce me like lasers. I feel my cheeks heating up, and his go red. But his eyes stay on me.
We stand there, star struck. I don't want to move, speak, or end this perfect silence that is as thin as glass. It feels as though this kind of peace is flimsy, easy to break or shatter. I know I will shatter it, as I always do, but I want to preserve it. It's special.
I hold out my hand. I've never felt like this before. I've met good looking boys before, but never this good looking. And not one that looks at me like this. Like something that is valuable. Something he cares about.
'I'm Lucy Starr.' Only now do I realise my hand is shaking, and I practically squeak the words. He doesn't speak for a few moments, but when he does, it's with a soft, subtle French accent.
'Alexis Simon.' He shakes my hand slowly. I realise I'm still looking at him, and he's still looking at me.
I feel like I'm falling, deep down, somewhere I've never been before and somewhere I've never wanted to go, and never thought I would go. It scares the hell out of me.
But I know who I am now. I am a girl who won't give up, a girl who belongs with this boy. A girl who gets back up again. She's intelligent, strong, funny and kind. She's been hiding all along, but here she is. There's a short battle with the lioness which she wins, and suddenly I am her. Like I've been her my whole life.
I hope he feels it too.
The look he's giving me tells me he does.