Lovers Tales

Violet and the nerd

Walking into her new classroom, Violet Marquez scanned the room for an empty seat. She spotted one by the window and smiled. It was the perfect spot—ideal for gazing outside or catching a quick nap without getting caught.

She settled in, relieved to have found a comfortable spot on her first day. In front of her, she noticed a guy slumped over his desk, fast asleep. Deciding not to give him much thought, she turned her attention to the view outside.

Violet's family had just moved from the province, and she was still adjusting to her new surroundings. The unfamiliar city, new faces, and fast pace of life made her feel a bit out of place. But she was determined to make the best of it.

A few minutes later, the homeroom teacher walked in and immediately noticed Violet.

"A new student, I see. Please introduce yourself, miss," the teacher said warmly.

Violet stood up. "Violet Marquez."

"Is that all?"

"Yes, ma'am. Everyone will get to know me eventually," she replied with a bright smile.

The teacher smiled back, seemingly charmed by Violet's upbeat attitude. Violet sat down as the teacher continued speaking, but her mind wandered. She began observing her new classmates. Some were paying close attention, jotting down notes diligently, while others secretly tapped away on their phones under their desks.

Her gaze drifted to the guy in front of her, still sound asleep despite the teacher's presence. For some reason, this bothered Violet. Maybe it was because everyone else was at least pretending to listen, or maybe it was just his complete indifference that irked her. She couldn't understand why, but her curiosity got the best of her, and before she could think twice, she reached out and poked him in the back.

To her surprise, the guy's hand shot up and grabbed her wrist, stopping her. Startled, she froze, feeling a rush of guilt. But rather than retreat, her irrational side took over, and she muttered, "You're sleeping while the teacher's talking. That's kind of rude."

Without lifting his head, the guy replied, his voice low and a bit groggy, "And it's kinda rude to wake someone up who's clearly tired."

Violet blinked, taken aback by his nonchalant response.

She felt a mixture of embarrassment and irritation. She wanted to argue, but before she could say anything else, the guy slowly lifted his head, finally revealing his face.

He had messy hair and half-lidded eyes that looked like they hadn't had enough sleep in days.

He gave her a lazy glance before sighing. "If you don't mind, some of us need rest," he added, releasing her wrist gently.

Violet was at a loss for words. She hadn't expected this kind of exchange on her first day. But something about the way he acted—calm, unconcerned, and completely unbothered—made her even more curious.

She leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms. "You're going to miss all the important stuff if you keep that up," she mumbled, almost to herself.

The guy raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk forming at the corner of his lips. "I'll take my chances," he replied, closing his eyes again.

Violet bit her lip, torn between letting it go and continuing to pester him. But in the end, she decided it wasn't worth the effort. Still, she couldn't help but wonder who this guy was and why he seemed so indifferent to everything.

For the rest of the class, she found herself glancing at him from time to time, her mind buzzing with questions she didn't even know she had.

Violet stepped into the bustling cafeteria, tray in hand, her eyes scanning the crowded room for a place to sit. As she spotted the familiar figure slumped at a table by the corner, she grinned to herself. The sleepy nerd from her class was sitting alone, hunched over a book with his lunch barely touched.

Perfect.

Without hesitation, she made her way over and plopped her tray down beside him. "Hey there, sleepyhead," she said, sliding into the seat across from him.

The guy glanced up, mildly annoyed but clearly used to her interruptions by now.

"Violet," he acknowledged, his tone flat as if bracing himself for whatever she was about to throw at him next.

"Did you even listen during class today? Or were you too busy catching up on your beauty sleep again?" she teased

He shrugged, "I heard enough," he mumbled, his eyes flicking back to his book as though that would end the conversation.

But Violet wasn't so easily deterred. She leaned forward, tapping the table to get his attention. "Come on, you can't just sleep through everything! What if you miss something important?"

He sighed, clearly tired of the same argument. "I don't need to listen to understand the material. I've already studied most of it on my own."

Violet raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Wait, really? You already know all this stuff?"

"Yeah," he replied simply, not looking up.

Violet narrowed her eyes, a playful grin tugging at her lips. "Well, Mr. Genius, what about the quiz? Think you'll ace that without even paying attention?"

He finally looked up from his book, a slight smirk on his face. "I always do."

Violet leaned back, surprised at his confidence. For a brief moment, she found herself studying him more closely. His messy hair and glasses screamed "nerd," but there was something else there—a quiet intelligence, an effortless understanding of everything around him. He might have been the guy who slept through class, but it was becoming clear that he wasn't just lazy. He was smart, really smart.

She blinked, realizing she'd been staring. Quickly, she changed the subject. "You know, for a guy who's always half-asleep, you remember everything I say."

The nerd chuckled softly, surprising her. "You're hard to ignore."

Violet smirked, but inside, she felt a strange flutter at his words. "Oh, so you do listen."

"More than you think," he replied, his eyes briefly locking with hers before looking away.

Violet felt a warmth spread through her chest. She couldn't help but notice that his eyes were actually kind of... cute.

They had a quiet depth to them, framed by those glasses that made him look even more serious than he actually was. And now that she thought about it, she liked how calm he always seemed, even when she was constantly bugging him.

"Okay, but what's your name? You never told me," Violet said, leaning forward, determined to pry more out of him.

He raised an eyebrow, as if surprised she'd never asked before. "It's Lucas," he said simply, returning to his book.

"Lucas..." she repeated, letting the name settle in her mind. It suited him, in a way—quiet, unassuming, but solid.

Violet sat back, suddenly feeling more at ease. "Well, Lucas, I think you're stuck with me. I've decided to make this our lunch spot." Lucas didn't argue, though he didn't respond either. He simply turned the page of his book, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Over the next few days, their lunchtime interactions continued, and Violet began noticing little things about Lucas that she hadn't before. How he always seemed to remember every random fact she told him. How, despite his sleepy demeanor, he never missed a beat in conversation. It surprised her how much she started looking forward to their lunches together. Lucas plays the guitar! It was still a fact Violet couldn't come into terms with, but she was awed by it.

Lucas was different from anyone else she'd met. He didn't try to impress her or act cool. He was just himself—quiet, smart, and oddly charming in his own way.

And while Violet couldn't quite admit it to herself yet, she was beginning to like him a little more than she expected.