...Lucy (editable version)
[L]Lucy heaved a sigh. It was a long day and she has no patience with drama. Heather was blabbering about how this girl back bites this girl and how she’s this girl’s friend but she thinks the other girl is right and so on. “Leave them alone, they’ll figure it out on their own.” She replied. Heather won’t stop. Once she gets so caught up in gossip, it’ll be nonstop; unless. Hey Heather, how are you and Marv by the way? She rolled her eyes. “Oh please.” She turned the radio on and faced the car window.
[J]“Marv!” I barely heard Heather calling me. I don’t know why people are being irrelevant of what they’re doing, but who cares? All I care about is this blonde girl as simple as she is, as calm as the water in the river flowing from the mountains to the sea. Her name I guess is Lucy.
[L]It was a Wednesday morning and Heather and I were on our way to Calculus when we saw him, “Marv! Wait up!” she called. He walked like he doesn’t care who is calling, but seemed to decide against it and looked back. He was wearing a blue denim polo, khaki pants and chucks with a brushed up blonde hair; I thought he couldn’t look any better. He waited for us to close the gap before he muttered a lazy, “Hey, Heather..” and glanced my way. “Let’s go to class together.” With her suddenly preoccupied with Marv, I decided to check my phone for messages. Nothing. Mom is probably busy with our Vinyl store. I looked up and caught Marv looking at me. I wonder why.
As we trod our way through the empty chairs, I got a bit panicky on where to sit. Heather would probably want to sit with Marv. “Lucy, here!” Heather excitedly pointed an empty seat in front of her and Marv. I sat and opened a book to pass time.
Heather is talking about how this movie, The Avengers, looked so interesting. She segued on how she wanted to watch but Lucy can’t and that she’ll treat me if I go . “Pretty please with a cherry on top? PLEASEEEEE” she whined; drawing attention to us. I acquiesced; only to stop embarrassing ourselves. She can’t help it and I don’t like to be in the spotlight. I know she’s had a crush on me since 12th grade. All those anon letters that was clearly from her. I laugh at the memory of it.
She’s upgraded her level of crazy, I thought.
Poor guy looking so rigid. If he can only run and skip class he would. I passed out a snicker.
“Why are you laughing?” Heather asked. “Oh, I was in the funny part of the book.” I remarked. Then she remembered what should have happened in the first place. Introductions.
Lucy, you remember the guy I was talking about from my 12th grade? It’s him. Marvin Gale, this is my childhood friend Lucy.
He offered his hand while I looked at it then at him. Hi, Lucy, I said, while keeping eye contact: and we both shake hands and smiled. I always thought intros are a little awkward, but he seems to be interesting enough to know so it’s worth the hassle. He’s really cute, I thought. (not that I can even voice it out loud.)
Finally, I know her name. Right after I parted ways with Heather, I looked her up on Facebook (Oh I know– so original!) I’d even go that low to know more about her. I sighed.
“scrolls down, clicks albums”
I lay in bed. I should see her again, I thought.
What a day. Mr. Dean just gave us more stuff to do. I just wanted to rest. Phew. I was waiting for a ride home when someone cleared his throat. It was Daniel. “What’s with the long face, beautiful?” He asked.
I had to make a quick decision if I should engage in this short conversation.