Lessons in Love » NaLu A.U.

chapter » twenty three

Lucy typically loved class, especially astronomy, but today she could feel the ice in the room as if someone left the windows open for the cold air to blow in. She wouldn't be surprised to see snow on the lecture seats that tiered like a mini amphitheater.

He sat in her usual seat about right in the middle of the room for all the session. The short white-haired girl sat a seat over, and once again Lucy had that intrigue to talk to her, yet her artist's mind convinced her that watching from afar was much more beautiful than being up close.

In the seats in front and thus a little below Lucy sat Lyon. He looked a bit nervous and still just as bruised up as Gray. A thousand questions popped into Lucy's head like an investigator trying to interrogate a witness, but again, her mind told her to sit back and shut up.

Lucy turned her head a bit to watch the white haired girl; she had a thick grey poncho on that almost looked like a cape but also very warm. The girl was doodling something on a loose leaf paper with a pen during the last few minutes of cram hour.

It wouldn't hurt to say hello just once. Perhaps she'd be able to make a friend before winter break. The blonde opened her mouth, scooted a bit to the side--

"Hey, you're Lucy, right?" Suddenly a body came between her and the other girl, leaning over the table from the other side. Lyon's baggy blue and silver coat fell over the table like a blanket as he propped himself on his elbow.

Lucy tried her best not to sigh with disappointment in her failed social attempts. "Yeah. You're Lyon?"

The white haired male nodded, his smile sweet yet cocky at the same time, reminding her of a vaguely more sociable version of Gray. "I'm sorry about the other day when I broke your bag."

With a shrug of her slender shoulders, Lucy waved it away. "Don't worry about it. "You were in a hurry." A hurry to go fight my friend.

Lyon's smile was weak and nervous. "It was rude of me. Besides, it wasn't that important."

Lucy didn't like to pry into other people's business, but technically it was her business. It involved Gray and therefore it involved her. That's what friends were for. "It seemed like it was."

"Nah, it was just over some stupid girl." Right after Lyon said that his eyes widened. "She isn't stupid, but the whole event was stupid. You know what I mean."

"I get the gist." Lucy cracked a smile. "I hope she was worth it."

That was when Lyon grimaced. He hopped over the table and took the empty seat between Lucy and the white haired girl; the other girl glanced over just for a moment to see what kind of idiot was jumping tabletops before resuming her doodling.

"She thought I was an idiot." Lyon confessed.

Lucy formed an O with her mouth in faux-shock. "So you didn't exactly sweep her off her feet, huh?"

"Hardly." Lyon cleared his throat as if he was about to go through with a five-minute long speech. "See, she's in love with this other guy."

Lucy's conscious lit up like a lightbulb. Gray, of all people, in a fight over a girl. A true idiot he must be. "Let me guess, even with your efforts to woo her she still doesn't appreciate it?"

Lyon nodded his head appreciatively. "Exactly. She just wastes her time gawking over this guy who comes in to the café she works at and orders a coffee every day just to tease her or some shit. I mean, everyone knows she's in love with him. Only an asshole would play her like that."

Before Lucy had anything even slightly comforting to say, Lyon rambled on. "You know what's worse? The guy hardly even wears a shirt. He's so damn vain he must be a model or something vapid like that."