Chapter 2 – Lunchtime Treats
"Give me back my bag!"
Loki pleaded with the obnoxious kids at the back of the bus. James, a so called Prefect, had stolen his rucksack and was busy emptying it out on the seat next to him.
"Steve, Steve! Look at all these textbooks little Loki has, so heavy too"
A tall lad, the same age as James, rolled his eyes at his friend.
"Give the nerd back his books, punk!"
"Or what?"
"Or I'll shove them all down your throat, Buck!"
"Haha, you know how much I like that, Stevie"
Loki watched the two seniors flirt. Keeping his eyes low, he reached out and took back his bag. Shrinking back into his seat, moulding into the window, he prayed to the Science Gods that no one else would notice him today.
Just like most days, his lessons went by with barely a word from his lips. The occasional "Here" was all that was needed to ensure he could read his textbooks, in the back row, in the corner. Nobody bothered him in Drama, English or Social Science. He kept his black hair gathered low in front of his eyes and his shoulders hunched over his books.
Lunch time however, went completely different from the normal lunch Physics chat with Bruce.
He had picked his lunch up from the canteen, grabbed an orange juice and commandeered the picnic table in the far corner of the courtyard. He expected Bruce any second so didn't look up when he felt the table shift under the weight of someone sitting down.
"Hey there Math boy!"
Loki stalled, kept as still as possible, hoping that she might just go away…. He counted slowly to ten in his head. Surely she would get bored and leave him alone before he reached ten. One….Two….Three…
"Oh Math Boy? Are you in there?"
Her delicate fingertips parted his hanging fringe. Keeping his head down, he raised his green eyes to hers as she leant towards him. She was so close….He could smell raspberries, sweet vanilla and something he couldn't quite recognise.
"If you are going to label me Miss Lewis, then you should refer to me as 'Physics Boy' at the very least!"
"Oh, and he speaks!"
"What do you want Miss Lewis?"
"Darcy, Loki, everyone calls me Darcy. I want to know if you will help me out with some homework."
"We both know you don't need help with your homework. You're doing Sport Science, hardly a difficult subject."
"It is actually, the anatomy side is a real stretch. Plus I need help with Biology. Please Loki, won't you help a poor girl out?"
Loki snorted at that statement. Darcy Lewis was hardly poor, in money or friends.
"Darcy, come over here. What are you doing with the likes of him" The rest of the 'sporty' crowd were on a far table and clearly needed their golden girl back in the fold.
Darcy looked over her shoulder and waved at the tall guy that shouted at her. Looking back to Loki she fluttered her lashes at him, stroking his razor edged cheekbone.
"I'll come over at 8 sweet cheeks, and you can fill me in good and proper!" Darcy winked, stood, smoothed down her tennis skirt, blew him a kiss and waltzed back to her groupies.
Loki flushed bright red and tilted his head forward as quickly as possible to hide it. A wide wolfish grin spread across his face as he thought of her recent 'study' visits.
"Yeah I will, Darcy, good and proper."