Brooke stole a glimpse at him. She wondered how it was like to be like him. To be so totally engrossed in something as though nothing else mattered. He was like that in court too. Silent, intense, driven.
She gave a little smile looking at him frown, obviously not agreeing with whatever the teacher had just said. Brooke bent her head slightly, to hide the smile and a faint blush that was threatening to surface on her cheeks. She was being an idiot again. But Brooke just couldn't help herself.
Just like she couldn't help but peer back at him again, silently willing him to glance to his right. To look at her.
But Lucas never did that.
Brooke gave a mental sigh and drew her ayes back to her unopened copy of To Kill a Mockingbird. How could she even dream of being noticed by him? Lucas was intelligent. Brilliant.
He probably thought that Brooke was born with an IQ that would make Dodos balk.
Brooke tried to concentrate again. It was short-lived as a crushed paper ball landed squarely on her book. She looked around to spot the sender. Tim smiled widely from the other side of the room, gesturing her to unravel it, as if Brooke hadn't fully grasped the full concept of note-passing yet.
Great, even Tim thinks I'm dumb.
Brooke read the note. It was a reminder to attend Nathan's party that night. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. For a second Brooke let herself imagine what it would feel like to dance with Lucas. To have his arms around her, protecting her, guiding her. She reluctantly opened her eyes again, and turned her head slightly to her left. She knew that would never happen.
Coz you won't even look at me.