As the title suggests, this chapter is all goint to be a Gill point of view, to add some laughs and variety from the view of our favorite pompous 'Mystery Boy" :)

I hurried away from the library, knowing that she was still watching. Some may have called it pride that I knew this; others, seen it as typical Gill behavior. However, somehow I just knew that she was watching me walk away. I didn't see it as vanity, just more a fact of life of constants, along the lines of taxes, my peer's stupidity, and the inevitable flow of lame jokes that my father provided at dinner parties.

As I walked, I took in the glances and stares of everyone around me. They looked at me with slight condescension which I knew was not justified in any sense whatsoever. If anything, I should be the one to judge them all, but I didn't want to seem prideful to everyone else. Or, at least, more prideful than usually, as most people thought I was very full of myself anyways. I was used to these rumors and thoughts of everyone, but now I started to sense a more animistic attitude to me wherever I went. Quite frankly, I found it all complete childish and irritating more than anything. I could hardly go anywhere in town without some little cretin staring at me strangely or whispering when I happened to walk by. I had grown accustomed to not paying attention though, and strictly focused on politics and of course getting out of this low-life high school.

I eventually made it to my usual table where Candace and Luna happened to be sitting. As usual, my heart skipped a little bit when I realized Luna would be eating with me today, but I chose to ignore that little feeling and instead got out my classic "Back to the Future" lunch box, and removed my un-crusted peanut butter and boysenberry sandwich. Both girls had already been in a seemingly intense conversation that I personally chose not to get into, until the question "Don't you agree Gilly?" was asked of me. I frowned a little, knowing fully how much Luna knew I hated being called Gilly, but chose to ignore that. Again.

"Ah, yes. Of course I do," I nodded as convincingly, taking another bite of my sandwich.

Candace gave a small laugh, which was really all that you could expect from someone so frail looking. "You are a very bad listener Gill," she accused.

Luna rolled her eyes and flipped her hair, almost driving me crazy, though I managed to contain it. "Couldn't you pay attention to me just once Gill?" She sighed dramatically and continued in her rant. "We were talking about that new girl, what's-her-face, the new Miss Popular," and thus proceeded to twist her mouth in a somewhat unattractive pout.

I patted my vest down, casually wiping off some random crumbs. "What about Lizzy?"

Luna turned to me with a glare. "You know her and everything?" She threw up her hands in the air and so much attitude you would have thought she was one of those girls with the pom-poms who tried to convince the school to be all… offensive (aggressive maybe?), or whatever they tried to say these days.

"Luna, I know everybody," I stated simply.

"Oh don't try to make yourself seem all high and mighty Gill Hamilton! This is very serious!"

I sighed, not caring very much where this conversation was going. My initial reaction and feeling of seeing Luna was still there, but was marred by annoyance at her major amount childish behavior she exhibited sometimes. It just happened to be one of those lucky days. "I don't understand the severity or relevance of this."

Candace sighed. "Someone is just jealous that another person is getting more attention from the boys than she is," she tried explaining to me.

"Am not," Luna sniffed. Right, that was something we all believed. "I just don't see the big deal about her. Last period Luke could not stop talking about how 'cool' and 'awesome' she was. Can you imagine having to hear about another girl being awesome from some other guy? That does not boost my self esteem, plus, it got really old after the first minute of it. Not to mention the fact the most popular guy at this school is head over heels for a complete stranger! It's…."

"Unfathomable?" I suggested with boredom, thinking about this rant. I mean, Lizzy didn't seem that bad. Obviously not of very high exciting caliber or anything like that, but not as bad as Luna said that she was. Of course she was jealous, but sometimes it wasn't very hard to remember how selfish and juvenile Luna could be at times. The news about Luke had sparked interest in me though; I would have to warn her somehow to stay away from him and all the problems he caused. She could do better than that by a very good margin, much better.

The rest of lunch continued in Luna ranting, which I chose to block out easily. I looked around the patio lunch area to see if I could spot this new male fascination, but I was disappointed in not finding her, which was odd. The bell ringing of the start of last period was thus a blessing instead of the usual curse it was. I picked up my things and left the table before I had to hear anymore of Luna's annoying rant.

I walked into chemistry and took my seat at the lone table, grateful I was alone in this class. I honestly did not know if I could deal with another person requiring my full attention. And then, it happened.

When I sat in the chair, I looked down at the drawings left on the desk, surprised some of the lower school vandals had some decent talent. I really wished the school had more art programs, as I felt it would utilize the town's talents more, and vowed that when I was mayor, I would provide just that. And then it was with these thoughts that she walked in.

She was short, something I had gathered from the few times we had conversed. Her hair was also messy and looked to have a fruit snack in it, which was not very appealing and in fact was a sign of how much effort she must spend on not looking her best. However, I had to give her that the green outfit she wore complimented her skin nicely, and I could see the appeal that someone so simply minded as Luke would fall for her. Probably if I grew to talk to her more even I might fall down that path, but that would obviously never happen. Besides the Luna situation (whatever was happening or not happening there), the Luke situation (or apparently every other able bodied male in the school), and of course her obvious lower class upbringing, she was just too much for me.

It was these precise thoughts, as well as my complete lack of attention in this class, that I didn't notice her sit next to me until she uttered a very chipper "Hello!"

I turned to her as she gave a little grin and wave. I half waved back with a frown and gave an expected "Hello," back, as that was the nice proper thing to do. Not that she deserved my manners and upbringing necessarily, but it was nice practice of being nice to the little people that would help me in the mayor field of my very promising future.

However, my simple "Hello" seemed enough to get her going. "I'm just so glad you're here Gill! Because, well, let's just say chemistry is not my 'hottest' subject, no pun intended," she grinned to me, which I returned with an eyebrow raise she seemed to easily shake off. "I'm just not a science person though; English and History are my expertise subjects. But, it's nice to see at least one familiar face in here, plus we're even sitting together. This will make it the best ever, I just know it!" Another grin that I had absolutely no response to, which totaled to a score 1 to Lizzy for making me completely render less of replying.

Luckily for me it was at that time we started our lesson. She turned back promptly and then took out her notebook with an equal amount of speed. Throughout the lesson, I would glance her way, but she continued being straight faced and studiously copied the notes down as if they were precious, life saving words and equations. She had slightly messy handwriting for a girl (something I had noticed when she handed me the questionnaire back), but it seemed that she tried her best to take good notes and be alert, and all other positive qualities we as students were supposed to exhibit. For me, I knew I was good at chemistry, which wasn't narcissistic, just a mere statement, such as the sky is blue, or even that an object in motion will remain in motion unless further acted upon by another object or force. It was just a fact that I was good at this. Yet, she said she was not very good at this, and tried so much harder than I did to succeed. It was a sign of motivation and hope, which left me feeling guilty I got this all so much easier than she did. I glanced over again at the strange girl in green next to me, not sure what to make of all this.

After our lecture of ionic classification and element balancing, we were given a little bit of time to work on the given homework. I pulled the worksheet out lazily, and then turned to see Lizzy already working on it, her hair drawn back into a messy bun.

"Does that help at all?" I asked, motioning to the thing alive on her head.

She turned to me and sighed. "I wish. It's mainly to get it all out of my face to focus. However, I'm just still not really getting this." She frowned and bit on her pencil as she glanced at the paper.

I scooted closer to her to look at her equation to not only help her, but somewhat impress her with my brains. "You need to add a 3 subscript to the sodium right there," I pointed to one equation, "and a 2 to the nitric acid right there," I pointed to another one of the equations.

She complied too what I said, and lit up and looked up to me. "Oh thanks so much Gill! I'm sure it'll make more sense as I do these more, just I don't know. The way that Mr. Anderson explained it back at-." She stopped herself talking, a feat I didn't even know was possible from the ever talkative Lizzy and I looked up bashfully and I could immediately tell her past was a touchy subject. And because of this, it only made me want to know all about it even more.

"Pardon?" I prompted her to speak again after a couple of seconds of silence.

She looked at me and snapped out of whatever thought train she had been in, and giggled the kind of laugh one would expect of a ten and not sixteen or seventeen year old. "Who says pardon anymore? It sounds so... sophisticated," she laughed.

I pursed my lips at her. "I was taught at a young age that pardon was the way to answer back to questions as it is the most proper way of clarifying what one said." This person got more confusing by the minute. One minute, she was acting very superior and mysterious, the next she was her seemingly normal self of laughing and joking around and such. It was very muddling from my standpoint. Not to mention whatever that had happened with that whole 'Mystery Boy' name she had apparently dubbed me. I did not really know who the real Lizzy was, and once again I was meant with a curious sense of wanting to know everything and anything about her.

"When I was young, I learned to look both ways before crossing the street, and not to touch the stove or any other such breakable items. I'm very clumsy," she laughed again. Mental note to Gill, Lizzy was gravitationally challenged and had a very strange sense of humor. Check.

Here goes nothing, I thought. "Where are you from Lizzy?" I asked, trying to maintain a friendly disposition with her, hoping it would make her more willing to talk.

She shrugged nonchalantly as she started to doodle on her paper absentmindedly. "Just, you know, from the States, in a very big city. It was crowded and dirty and very different from here," she slightly laughed, amused, no doubt, by this pathetic place she now called home. I would too.

"This is a nice change though," she said, surprising me greatly. "I like the small town feel, where everyone knows everyone. You all are so much nicer. I know this is probably strange to hear, heck you probably can't even wait until you leave I bet," -very dead on surprisingly-"but you won't appreciate a place like this until you leave it. I can guarantee that." I was once again surprised with this sudden sense of wisdom she had, that I could just stare at her dumbfounded for a couple of seconds until the bell rang.

"Is school really out?" I asked as I hurriedly got my things together. Great Scotts where had the time gone… I wanted to talk more to Lizzy, to hear more about her interesting life, and I still didn't know why Luna did not like her. I just, I just had to find out more about her.

We walked to the school entrance together in silence and just as she was starting to walk away, I grabbed her arm. She turned, and with a smirk asked "Pardon?"

I chose to ignore that and continued. "I liked this chat we had. It was, enlightening. Would you maybe want to continue it tomorrow night, for dinner at the Sundae Inn? It's not a date," I assured her, as her eyes got slightly wider than normal, "we're just two acquaintances getting to know each other better. At maybe around… Five O'clock, ish?"

She had a strange look on her face I couldn't describe for the life of me, but smiled sweetly, and with a little delicate bow, said "I'd love to Gill," and blushed. She looked as if she wanted to say something else, but it was then the lethargic one with blue hair tramped on over, which seemed to take precedent over me. So instead of a proper goodbye, she turned back, waved, and pranced over to him and they set off together laughing. I started off in the direction of Town Hall, and it wasn't until I got there and reached for the door handle that I realized my fist had been clenched the whole time.