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NOTE: One update a week, eh? Believe me, I hate myself as much as you do.
v. demeanour
Lockwood sighs as he shuffles through yesterday's notes before school. There aren't many, since his concentration had miraculously vanished after that incident with the blue coat. He rubs his eyes and shrugs. Well, it'll have to do.
The Phsyics assignment is their last before exams start, before they start to do revision for their conclusive exams. Then comes graduation… Lockwood's last official rite of passage as a senior student at Combe Carey. After that, he'll head straight for university.
(He won't be taking any time off. It's not like there's anything he wants to do…)
Lockwood doesn't regret having to leave school. He's not what you would call a social person after all. There will be no nostalgia or wistfulness when he thinks of his childhood. He's stopped looking back a long time ago, and he has a good reason for it.
Looking back won't tell him anything – it's all just memories of studying late and lying awake when his insomnia catches him unawares anyway. (It's gotten better; he gets about four nights' sleep a week.)
The only thing he'll have to do once he becomes a lawyer is recall his lessons. And if he can do that, everything will sort itself out.
To be honest though, he'll probably be a horrible lawyer. (What with his hypocrisy and easy bias et cetera.) He's looking into the defence attorney career right now, but the only thing he really wants is a job with freedom. (He's rather like Flo that way… he'd rather do his own thing and not have anything to do than live under the constant threat of being fired and losing is job.)
But first things first – pass exams, graduate. Lockwood turns a page, not really having read anything on the previous one. Speaking of graduation… his surefire position as valedictorian is being threatened recently…
He sighs as he heads towards economics. Every thought leads back to her these days… The young man returns to browsing through his Physics notes and checking if he has at least the key points down.
(Which is why he runs, headfirst, into the doorframe.)
(Which leads to him dropping his notes.)
He just stands there for a moment, eyes closed, then groans quietly at the expected pain and looks down. He rubs his forehead and scowls at the floor, but blinks when he realises his papers are not strewn over the corridor like a hurricane went through them.
(A halcyon in form of a blue pea coat has appeared.)
Her hip is cocked, her messenger bag sliding to one side as slender fingers wrap around the sheaf of papers, holding it out to him with indifferent eyes.
He stares at her, quite taken by surprise, until Lucy makes a sound of annoyance. "Would you like it delivered to your desk instead?" she asks him in a detached voice. He can almost hear her add in her thoughts, I am so over this.
He blinks, shrugs, and carefully obtains the sheaf from her. He shuffles and re-checks the papers, silence falling over them. Lockwood hesitates for a moment.
"I think I can make the journey there myself."
He surprises himself by speaking, and even more so by actually holding a conversation upright – almost initiating communication. (Internally, he's screaming at himself, his persona as silent nerd deteriorating rapidly.)
Her eyes flash with bewilderment for a second, before she fixes him with a deadpan stare. "Well, make sure you don't exhaust yourself. We wouldn't want our star pupil to pass out halfway through the lesson because he overestimated himself." She then turns on her heel, walking through the door with an expert flick of her hair.
Don't worry, I had a rare full night's sleep yesterday. Lockwood blinks and adds cold and sarcastic to his mental list of adjectives describing her. (He considers adding jackass, but it sounds too male and crass, so he leaves it – for now.)
Then he enters the classroom and walks past Lucy's desk, dropping his bag on the floor next to his chair. Following unwritten protocol…
He doesn't thank her.
She doesn't look up.
It's crappy and under-edited, but I really wanted to post something.
So... double update, since I've got free time and finished my first Internal wave. Hopefully be up by tomorrow evening. If not, feel free to hate me... even more. :)
Next chapter: ink
Review Replies:
Nemaides: Yeah... I was going to put in more types of skirts, but that would have been overly creepy. :)
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Mayflowers123: That's god to hear! :) Hmm, now that you mention it... perhaps some teacher pairings would be appropriate.
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Gummi (Guest 2): Yeah... I was trying for using more advanced language so it sounds natural, like a writing exercise.
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Anonymous: OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHTHANKYOUSOMUCHFORTELLINGME! I am fangirling already when I think of all the Locklyle that might be hinted at in the next book. :D Also, I'm sorry if Lockwood comes off as geeky or nerdy. He isn't supposed to be... Look up 'persona (psychology)' on Wikipedia... that's basically what I was going for. I'll explain it further in later chapters.
Vous êtes trop sympa.
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