Dear Anonymous

Chapter 3

Lucy's POV

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I tapped my foot against the linoleum floor in rhythm to the ticking of the annoying clock while chewing on my already abused blue pen. I glared at the clock that's keeping me imprisoned in this hell hole called school, wishing it would magically fast forward to 3:30pm.

"Come on," I whispered frustratedly and glared at the detention teacher who was munching on a green apple, satisfaction written all over his face. I never liked Mr Stewart, I swear he was the only teacher who  found enjoyment out of seeing school pupils get in trouble which is probably why he gladly volunteered to be on detention duty today. I'm convinced he has no life of his own. I like Mrs Parker better, but unfortunately she got down with a little something earlier on.

I took a glance at the pupils in the class and shook my head at the stereotype. In the far corner sat a curly haired boy with black rimmed glasses and high wasted slacks and loafers, also known as a nerd. He had mountains of books on his table and was scribbling furiously on a paper with a scowl evident on his face. I take it he didn't take pleasure in doing homework for the lazy slobs called jocks. 

Talking about jocks, I glanced at Seth who was busy chatting up with a giggling Samantha Norwig, one of the cheerleaders. They were probably making plans to fuck behind the willow again. I laughed as I remembered the day the headmaster, Mrs Lorenzo, caught Seth with his pants down and Sam on her knees; I'm sure you've got a clear mental image of what they were up to.

"Mrs Garcia! Is there something you'd like to share with the class?" Mr Stewart glared at me as the class turned to me.

"Uh... no sir," I pulled off a fake smiled and went back to doodling in my diary. Yes I keep a dairy, but it barely has anything written in it considered I live quite an uneventful life if I do say so myself. Unfortunately people don't really notice people like us- smart and non-slutty-

"You're doodling on my hand, you know?" I jumped a bit at the unexpected voice besides me. I noticed that there was a hand planted on my diary pages and there were blue pen streaks going over the Caucasian skin. I looked up into the eyes of Alex Darmel, a popular junior on the swim team. What was he doing talking to me?

"Uh... hi?" I mean to say it without a stutter, but then it came out more like a question. Alex Darmel was easy on the eyes and quite the looker, I used to have a crush on him until the day I snapped back to reality and realised I could never get with him.

"Well Liam told me that you're a fan of Black Veil Brides," he whispered as he pulled his chair closer to my table. I saw a few heads turn our way and a group of gothic girls who were smoking started glaring at me. Did I mention that it was a rare sight for a popular kid to associate with outcasts like me? Except for Liam of course. Even the gothic kids were above us on the chain of popularity.

"Uh yeah, what's it to you?" I retorted. I really wasn't in the mood for chit chat especially from someone who probably just knows me as 'Liam's little sister' I was just a year younger anyway. 

"Well, you've got their latest album Wretched and Divine, right?-" he continued when I nodded, "I was wondering if you could borrow it to me, my little brother broke mine and I've got swimming practice with Shaun after school and this may sound silly, but I practice better with sound around me and Black Veil-"

I cut him off as he was rambling on and on and this was drawing unwanted attention to us. From the corner of my eye I saw Samantha shoot daggers at me. I guess she's very possessive when it comes to her lap dogs. 

"Sure, meet me at my locker after this," I said not wanting to keep him here any longer than necessary. I put my diary back in my bag and got my ipod from my black jacket.