I hate school. Enough said.
I allowed myself to be pulled up the stairs by Lucy, her erratic heartbeat quickening my own, but I forced down the blood-hunger. She was still furious, blood pumping rapidly beneath her skin. I swallowed painfully.
"What's up with you?" Lucy asked, glancing at my face, "You look like you're in pain?"
"I'm fine," I lied, "Why are we in Connor's room?"
"Oops," she turned and pulled me outside, "I'm not thinking straight," She moved us back into the hallway and turned into my room, "That idiot has me all riled up!"
"I can tell," I muttered, "Did you have to break his nose?"
"He deserved it," she sniffed, remorse clearly not bothering her.
"And the kiss?"
She smiled slyly, "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it
"Not the point Lucy," I sighed and gave it up for a lost cause, "What do you want to do?
"It's 10pm," she shrugged, "I'm going to sleep. You may be nocturnal, but at the moment I'm not. I have school tomorrow."
I groaned, "Don't remind me. It's going to be so dull here."
Her eyes softened, "Aw, that's so sweet. I'm staying behind at school for a music recital tomorrow night; it finishes at 7pm, would you like to pick me up so I can show off my super-hot boyfriend?"
"It would be my pleasure," I bowed mockingly, "Goodnight my lady,"
"Night Nicky," she replied, smirking as I gritted my teeth.
By the time I went downstairs again, Caleb Wild had left, and Hunter was in tears. Quinn looked murderous, but Logan and Sebastian were talking him down. I knew automatically what had happened.
"He disowned her," Kieran muttered to me unnecessarily to me, "Told her than once she came to her senses to see him, and not before."
"Poor girl," I murmured, "No wonder Quinn looks pissed."
"You've all been really nice," Hunter suddenly spoke up, "But I have to get back to the Academy, I only have a pass until eight pm."
"I'll take you," Quinn immediately offered.
"Logan will go with you," Helena ordered, "No offense Hunter, but it's better to be safe than sorry,"
"Nah, it's cool," the distraught girl shrugged, burying her pain, "I'd do the same." She turned to me, "Could you thank Lucy for breaking his nose?"
"No can do sorry," I replied, attempting to lighten the mood, "She's got a big enough head as it is!"
It worked. Everyone laughed.
I was oddly nervous as I waited to collect Lucy from her recital. I hadn't been able to get a ticket at such late notice, so I waited outside. The doors finally opened, and I dived into the throng to find my girlfriend. She was at the centre of her wide group of friends, and I marvelled at her ability to draw people to her. She was beautiful, yes, but that's not the only reason people flocked around her. She's bright, bubbly, clever, determined, loving and just incredible.
I love you, I thought. She glanced up and caught my eye. Her smile deepened into one of true happiness as she bounded forwards, grabbed my hand, and pulled me towards her friends.
"Guys, this is Nicholas," she announced loudly, "Nick, these are my friends."
Conversation in the foyer dimmed, and nearly everyone's eyes fell on me. I raised an eyebrow at Lucy, who had the decency to blush.
"I may have told a few people about you," she defended, "So what?"
"Love you too Lucy," I slung an arm around her waist, "How about you tell me you friends names. Or are they just friend 1, friend 2 and so on?"
"Shut up," she grumbled, "That's Amy, Max, Daniel, Laura, Georgia, Katie, Lin, Braydn, Cameron, John, Kyle, Isaac and Marie."
The each nodded or waved as their name was called, and I did my best to commit all of them to memory.
"Can we ask you some questions," Amy asked. The girl was of medium height and build, with warm blue eyes and brown hair. She smiled shyly at me, "Lucy's told us about you, but very few specific details. We thought–,"
"We thought she was making it up," a thick necked and muscled guy growled menacingly at me, "Julian, Lucy's ex."
"Nick," I smirked at him, "Lucy's current."
"Anyway, Nick," Laura interrupted, "How did you two meet?"
"Our Moms are old friends," I said, "My family and I don't go out around town much, living so far away, but Lucy's known us as long as I can remember."
"We hated each other initially," Lucy laughed, face red as she remembered some of our arguments, "But now I can't imagine a life without him."
"Cute," Julian grunted, "How long have you been going out?"
"A few months," I lied, knowing that Lucy had broken up with Julian six months ago, "About four or five?"
"Five," Lucy corrected, "Don't we have to go Nicholas?"
"Oh yeah," I started, as though I'd just remembered something, "Solange wants to know how your recital went."
"Solange," Laura glanced at me in interest, "As in your best friend Lucy?"
"Yep," Lucy nodded, "Solange and Nick are siblings. We really have to go though."
"Ok, bye," they chorused.
"Bye," I replied, Lucy merely nodding her farewell, as I led her out to the car, "That was interesting."
"I can't believe Julian was such a jerk," she muttered, "You handled him well though."
"Please," I chuckled, getting into the driver's seat, "He's got nothing on me."
"Too right," Lucy laughed, "Home it is!"
Solange pounced on Lucy the minute we got home, and I found myself unoccupied for the time being. Moving up to my room, I pulled out the photograph I had of the two of us.
"I'm turning into such a sap," I muttered, "It's almost like being bloody Logan,"
I traced Lucy's face in the photo. She looked so happy, I couldn't help but smile.
"I meant to ask before," Lucy's voice startled me, "Could I have a copy of that photo?"
"Sure," I cleared my throat, "I'll copy one for you tonight. Have you had dinner?"
"Just making it," I noticed the bolognaise stains on her uniform, "Wanna come sit with me?"