Girl on the street

Chapter 8

Saturday and Sunday passed without Preston seeing Lucie. Despite the fight, it had been fun on Friday. He thought about checking the library, or the hippie shop for her, but he decided not to, he didn't want to seem too clingy. He was trying very hard not to annoy her, and it seemed to be working. Actually, he felt like he was being himself around her, and she wasn't getting annoyed or thought he was a freak.

Monday came and he went to school, Lucie still occupying his thoughts almost constantly. Both his mom and dad were hardly home, even less than usual. He practically lived alone.

Almost as soon as he stepped through the doors, he was bombarded by questions about Lucie. The fight on Friday was the talk of the school. The videos were flying around like wild fire. In more than one video Preston could be seen leaving the scene of the fight with Lucie. Preston knew the girl who had knocked Penny out with one punch!

Penny was teased all day for her big, bruised nose and how pathetic she looked in all the videos, sitting there sobbing.

"What's her last name?"

"Where does she live?"

"What school does she go to?"

"How old is she?"

"She's not your girlfriend is she?"

All these questions along with many more were asked to Preston all day. The only thing he could answer was that she was home schooled, and no, she was not his girlfriend.

But all these questions also made him realize he didn't know a lot about Lucie. He knew a lot about what she liked and her personality, but when it came to facts about her, he didn't know. Where did she live? How old was she? What is her last name? He didn't know, but he decided to find out. He promised himself he would find out more about basically his only friend.

Preston went home and wondered if he should go try and find Lucie or not. He went inside to get something to eat, still debating. He heard a knock at his door a few minutes later. Picking up his sandwich, he went to go see who it was. He had no intention of opening the door, he never could. It gave him just about the worst anxiety.

He stealthily peered around the curtain to see who is was. It was Lucie!

He quickly hopped to the door and opened it.

"Hey," he said with a smile.

"Hey," she smiled back.

"Uh... come in," Preston said standing aside. She smiled and stepped in. She seemed to look around in amazement.

"What's so impressive?" He asked with a laugh, closing the door.

"It's so nice and big and...fancy," she giggled. Preston shrugged, he didn't think it was all that great.

"Well...thanks," he laughed, "Is there something you need?"

"No, not really, I just felt like hanging out," she laughed.

"Do you want to watch tv or something? Or go somewhere?"

"Whatever you want," she laughed again.

They decided to put tv on. Preston was surprised to find that she really didn't know any tv shows.

"I don't watch tv much," she shrugged, but yet again she had that look on her face. That shielded face she sometimes got.

Preston did homework while Lucie watched the tv, sitting next to him on the couch. She was curled up kinda, her eyeliner even darker and thicker than usual, her long eyelashes casting shadows down her cheeks.