The sound of pen scratching roughly into paper thundered in Loki's ears. He gritted his teeth, applying more pressure from his hand to his pen, the blue ink nearly bursting forth from its deluxe shell. The paper beneath his skin caved inwards and tore a little more with each scrawled word that laced upon its lines.
Soon, Loki growled to a stop, staring down at his notebook in a disgruntled fashion.
Not good enough, he thought. He bit his lip in concentration, swiveled the paper around and began applying thinner, more even strokes to the page.
Before he had time to finish his masterpiece and enjoy the satisfaction of having done so-the bell rang. Its whine echoed in the nearly empty study hall as the remainder of students casually passing notes to each other and openly snoring got up in a chaotic flurry and took off to the lunchroom. Loki glanced up briefly to the older gentleman with the thinning set of brown hair and dark brown eyes, the substitute for the week as it seemed, who barely made any sound of protest.
Loki mentally thanked the Norns and thought he was out of the woods and continued with his work until the man cleared his throat expectantly and asked Loki if he was going to lunch.
I'd rather not, the teenager thought to himself, but he could take a hint and brought along his notebook with him as he headed to his silver locker a few halls away.
The combination came easily from his memory to his working fingers as he spun the green secret keeper from sixteen to thirty-four to eight. The resounding click caused a small flurry of a smile to grace his precious lips. He scurried about in his neatly organized locker for a moment, before finding the slightly rippled brown paper bag that meant his stomach would fill with food for the forty-five minutes they had for lunch.
Opening it now with a crinkling sound, he peered inside curiously to see a red apple, a Capri-Sun and a small pack of Oreo cookies.
"Hmph, it'll do," he muttered to himself, closing the locker with a sense of finality and hurrying towards the library, hoping to get his seat by the window.
By the time he did reach the library, which was as deserted as ever, he did manage to have his window seat. He opened up his textbook on geometry and let the open notebook of his most recent work in progress sit out on the table so he could fiddle with it when further inspiration struck him. He poured over his notes and the isosceles triangles and forty-five degree angles of the various numerical examples that stared nauseatingly back at him.
Loki snuck in about two bites of his apple before the pang of guilt that he hadn't reviewed his English homework snuck up on him. He paused for a moment, staring from the apple to his work, and set down the apple to instead pull the book closer to him.
He had to study up on this material of geometric bullshit so he'd have the time to review his English notes. It was only natural for him to cut out the unnecessary details, which in the case just so happened to be food.
He shook his head; he could handle one missed meal. It was no big deal, really.
What harm could one apple do?
Loki crinkled up the lunch bag and shoved its contents into the nearest wicker basket. He could eat when he got home.
For now, he had work to do.
AN: Hello everyone! My apologies it's been so long since I last updated! School got a bit busy, and will be getting busier again soon, but I recently got a new review and so I wanted to update this work. I was having a hard time actually coming up with a good beginning (and I wanted to get into Loki skipping a meal in this chapter) hence why Loki was up to some artistic creation at the start. I'm not sure of what... Ideas?
Hope you guys enjoy this update! Reviews are candy. =]