Dignity's Worth

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

It was a normal high school day. I was done with all the studies and the lectures and stuff like that, and I was quietly minding my own business in an isolated classroom when I heard footsteps in my direction.

I looked up. It was a girl. And I think I'd seen her face somewhere before as well.

But I didn't recall her name. And I didn't know what the hell she was doing there, because it seemed as if she was walking right up to me.

"Excuse me, are you taking doubts?"

Goddamn it that was the most innocent voice in the world.

One thing about me. When people didn't know who to approach for in case they had a doubt in a particular subject, and they didn't wanna disturb the subject teacher, they generally came to me. Now I don't know why this was the case actually; not like I was that smart or anything. Hell, some of the kids who came with doubts were smarter than me. And so was this girl, as I later discovered. But I could manage it pretty well I guess.

"Are you taking doubts?" she asked again, and I definitely didn't know what to say.

"Yeah- yeah." I replied, stuttering my way through the answer. God this girl was pretty.

"Well, could you help me with this little question here? I've been trying it for some time and I can't really get to the solution."

I looked at her book. It was a problem of surface tension, which was a difficult topic in itself. Plus the question she'd brought was unlike anything I'd ever seen in my life. And I don't know if this is true, but I think she could sense that.

"Um, okay." said I, trying to figure out the sum, "Alright let's try to solve it."

Not less than half an hour later did we reach slightly close to the answer. And it was all while she was using her brains and I was sitting there like an idiot. God, I'd never been more embarrassed. But even if I could do the sum, which I definitely couldn't, I was highly distracted by how beautiful this girl was. I mean I never thought somebody could look so nice and just be themselves!

"What's your name?" I finally asked her. She looked at me with a 'you-don't-know-my-name?' glance.

"I'm Lucy." she replied, extending her hand. I shook it earnestly.

"I assume you don't know mine." I laughed.

"No I do, actually. Alex, right?"

"Yeah. How do you know me now?"

"One of my friends told me about you. You're the guy who helps the students who're stuck."

"Not really," I replied, "but I guess you could say that. Pretty stuck myself though. Hey, what's your last name?"

"Frost."

Lucy Frost! Goddamn it. That's why she looked so familiar. She was the girl Mary was always talking about! The girl who was loved by all the teachers and stuff like that. It actually used to annoy Mary that some teachers liked Lucy better than her, and she used to complain about it to me all the time.

And I never thought I'd actually get the chance to meet Lucy Frost. Who was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, by the way.

"So Alex," she asked, "you usually stay back after school?"

"Yeah. Yeah I do most of the times."

"Okay. I do that too, you know. Not that I have any really close friends whom I study with, but..."