I always knew I'd have to do something extreme at some point to get Lucy to give into my persistency.
Her coming to check on me and then having a sort of conversation with me was more progress then I could've hoped for that night and I fully intended on furthering it. I knew the only way I could do that though was to be around her even more then I already was, so I decided it was time to switch homerooms.
I was a pretty honest guy for the must part but when a situation required it I could fabricate a lie to manipulate the outcome benefit me.
This was one of those times I was going to exaggerate the truth and play upon the sympathy of the guidance counselor.
Oscar.
Since I had come back to school he had been trying to convince me to come talk to him but I had politely turned down his therapeutic offers.
Today though I took it upon myself to go to his office myself.
All it took was me slouching in the chair and mumbling that I wanted to change homerooms because it made me to sad to be in mine without Luke.
Which technically speaking was true, I always did feel a little depressed when I looked at Luke's empty desk and my heart ached when I remembered our last conversation. We had no idea what a terrible plot twist was coming our way.
A part of me felt wrong for using him as an excuse but it was all I had and it was for a good cause. As expected Oscar complied with my request and asked me what homeroom I'd prefer and I didn't hesitate to name Lucy's.
When he asked me why I preferred it, I just shrugged and said it was because it was closer to my locker. I decided not to mention I didn't actually have a locker and fortunately Oscar didn't looked into it.
Instead he changed around my schedule without further question, printed it out and handed it to me. I wasn't allowed to leave though until he made me promise to come in for a short session next week the latest.
I'm sure he'd forget by then.
By the time I finished getting my schedule changed, it was time to go down to Lucy's locker and walk her to homeroom and this time get to stay with her the whole twenty minutes.
Today, much to my relief, she was there and I didn't hesitate approaching her today. I had to be more confident about this whole thing, if I kept holding back there was no way I'd make progress.
"Why knock on wood for good luck when you can punch a locker to maintain your emotions for a school day?" I asked as I leaned against hers and she glanced up at me and pursed her lips.
"What do you want Ben?" She asked lowly.
"To walk to your homeroom of course. Why stop a tradition before it has a chance to began?" I asked and she rolled her eyes.
"I told you Ben, I don't want to be your friend. I'm not interested in being anyone's friend, leave me alone." She demanded as she began walking away down the hall and I rolled my eyes as well as I followed her.
"This isn't me trying to be your friend, this is me walking you to homeroom." I informed, making sure to walk in stride with her.
"That sounds like you trying to be my friend to me," She muttered and I shrugged.
"If the word friend bothers you so much, how about you think of me as an irritating peer who talks to you without concern of your impression of him because he enjoys your company?" I suggested. It was no surprise that she didn't respond, instead she picked up her speed.
Unaffected by her reoccurring silence, I picked up speed as well and before she could open the classroom door I opened it for her.
"You may be ignoring me but I won't deny you an act of chivalry." I smiled, hoping to get something. She just glared at me before walking inside and taking her seat as usual.
At this point the teacher was expecting me, and she stopped me the moment I walked through the door.
"Mr. Alderman if you don't leave this classroom and go to your homeroom immediately I'm sending you straight to the principals office." She forewarned. I just showed her my new schedule though like it was a get out of jail card in Monopoly.
"This is my homeroom," I said and she grabbed the paper before looking at it critically. She then looked up at me.
"I don't know what game your playing Alderman but this better check out when I ask about it later."
She then pointed to the rows of seats, almost full of curious students watching the scene unfold.
"Go take a seat." She didn't have to ask me twice, without hesitation I slid into the seat right next to Lucy as she looked at me mortified.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Oscar the guidance counselor changed my schedule, I'm in this homeroom now." At that Lucy narrowed her eyes.
"I wonder what possessed him to do that," She said knowingly and I shrugged as I rested my hands behind my head.
"Probably thought some change could do me good," I said innocently as I looked over at her. She looked ticked off--yet impressed. I don't think she actually expected me to do something so unnoticeably bold.
"Change indeed." She muttered before looking away, I didn't though, instead I continued to look at her.
That was the first time I noticed how pretty Lucy was.
Her brown hair fell in natural waves over her shoulders, her lips were small but plump and perky, and her nose was the kind of nose you'd want to leave a kiss on or rub your nose against when-
I cut my thought process off there and quickly looked away. I couldn't get distracted, I had to focus on the mission at hand especially now that I seemed to be moving onto phase two.
Whatever phase two may be.
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Yooooooo! I'm pumped because I'm finally getting to the interesting parts of this story and that makes me excited to update, filler chapters are a note to write and difficult to make interesting :p Fortunately though I've gotten you darling this far so I must be doing some right, right?-Mari.
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