"Thanks, but I should be fine…" Lucas finished his breadystack and rummaged around in his bag to see what else he'd brought, and started eating a small bag of chips that were probably expired. "We have numbermancy after this, right?" He asked.
"Mhmm…" Melissa hummed a little, before pulling her tray back towards her. "Have we officially decided that's our only class together?" She asked, mindlessly watching him as he ate. After a moment she snapped herself out of it, and focused on literally anything else, as to make sure she wasn't being— well, creepy.
"Yeah, I think so. I've got art later." Lucas finished his chips and rested his head on his knuckles again. He was still pretty tired and hungry, but he didn't want to take Melissa's mandatory sustenance (like cheetos). "Dunno if we'll start actually doing anything yet, but y'know."
"You've got a better chance there, than anywhere else." Melissa hummed, finishing her apple before picking up her water bottle. "I mean, it could just kinda be a free hour. The teacher won't necessarily have to teach anything today. Maybe just give you a quick assignment?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Lucas shrugged a bit. "I'll probably still draw even if we don't have anything specific to do. Might as well." His stomach growled quietly, but he did his best to ignore it. The breadystack felt like nothing… this is stoopid. "What class do you have after numbermancy?" He asked.
Melissa nodded, listening to him as she sipped her water. "I think I've got Chemistry." She hummed, not seeming very thrilled. "How about you? You have any brain bubble what your next one is?"
"Um… I think I've got English after numbermancy." Lucas brushed his hair out of his peepers again. He definitely wasn't used to it being down like this. "I wish we had more classes together."
Noticing he was struggling with his hair, Melissa started digging through her pockets for some sort of hair pin. "As do I- it's wonky-donky not seeing you as often as I used to. Didn't we have like four classes together last orbit party?" She asked, finally pulling out a bobby pin and holding it out to him. "Here, for your hair."
"Yeah, something like that." Lucas shook his head again to get his hair out of his peepers and looked up at Melissa at her offer. "Oh! Um… thank you…" He flushed lightly as he accepted the pin, and hesitated before clumsily attempting to pin back some of his hair with it. It was pretty obvious that he wasn't quite sure how to use it properly, though.
Melissa tried to hide her amused grin, but found it was pointless. "You have no brain bubble how to use it, do you?" She asked with a teasing tone, finishing her water bottle before standing up.
"Ah… n-not exactly." Lucas laughed weakly and flushed, looking a bit sheepish and embarrassed. "I don't think I've ever used one before. Normally I do my hair but I didn't have time this morning…" He watched her stand, blinking in confusion.
Melissa snickered, walking to the recycle bin to toss the plastic water bottle. Coming back, she came up to his side with a hand held out in front of her. "I get that. Here," She hummed, waiting for him to put the pin in her hand expectantly. "Let me."
"Right…" Lucas took the pin from where it was haphazardly stuck in his hair and handed it over to Melissa so she could help him with it. "Maybe if it looks alright I'll have to figure out how to do it in case I don't have time to do my hair again." He laughed softly.
"I don't think it looks bad how it is right now, personally." She hummed, brushing his hair back out of his face. Stretching the pin, she found a spot to get his fluff out of his face. "I can tell it's bothering you though- so you may just want to keep that. If you need help, I'm your girl." She chirped, stepping back to walk around to her seat.
"Mm… thanks, Mel." Lucas gently patted his hair where it was pinned down to ensure it was secure, although he didn't doubt Melissa's skill in pinning hair. "I think lunch is almost over, so we'll have to head to class." He hummed thoughtfully. "And I've got practice after school… probably nothing too intensive, though."
Melissa let out a soft sigh, checking her phone before nodding. "Yeah, you're right… guess we should start heading that way then now, huh?" She hummed, offering him a hand from where she stood. "I gotta go get grimoires from my locker, and I'm assuming you need to do the same?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Lucas yawned and accepted Melissa's help to stand, lingering a bit too long as he held onto her hand, but soon clearing his throat awkwardly and letting go. "Mhmm… I'll have to get my stuff." He didn't seem to notice the curious glances of their classmates, trying to figure out the nature of their relationship. Lucas and Melissa were basically already dating at this point, but both always denied any romantic feelings and insisted that they were just friends. Most people didn't believe them for a second. Lucas followed Melissa out of the lunchroom, occasionally glancing over to her simply because he wanted to look at her.
In an attempt to not think about his holding her hand for slightly too long, she smiled at him before leading him towards the wobbly flip-shutters. She also chose to ignore the staring peepers following the two as they made their way out. "So, I guess I'll see you in class then." She chirped, turning on her heel to look at him. "You go get your stuff, and I'll get mine, and I'll see you in class."
"Right… see you soon." Lucas dipped his head and hurried off to fetch his things. He soon arrived in class with his grimoires and all the other nonsense he always carried with him and set them down on his desk with a soft huffed from exertion. Then he sat down and started to doodle since class hadn't started yet.
Melissa wasn't surprised to find Lucas hunched over what she assumed to be a sketchbook. She had known him to be a rather talented colormancer, and it felt like whenever she wasn't around he would be doodling. Whether that was because he didn't want her to see his work, or that he just didn't have many other close "friends" other than herself, was a mystery to her. Coming up beside him, she leaned forward to see what he was drawing. Though it looked a little strange, as the image was upside down. "Whatcha drawing?" She hummed, tilting her head in hopes of seeing better.
Lucas jumped and flustered when Melissa suddenly appeared, apparently startled. "Ah, M-Mel… nothing special, really…" He replied softly, a pink flush rising to his cheeks. He had always been a bit self conscious about his drawings, but doodling always helped to ground him and calm him down when e was stressed.
He wasn't very far into this particular drawing, but from the silhouette, it seemed to be a girl with some kind of barky zoom-bean. He drew Melissa and his childhood pet pretty often, so it was safe to assume that they were the ones he was currently drawing.
Melissa wasn't convinced, but she had gotten used to responses like that with him. Especially when he was startled, or flustered- which seemed to happen a lot when she was around. She didn't question it, though, assuming it was just how he was with everyone.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," She began, sitting in the seat in front of him before turning around. "I was just curious. From what I can tell it looks good." Flashing a smile, she turned back around to set her textbook and leady spaghetti case down.
"It's fine, don't worry about it… I just got kinda wrapped up in it." Lucas laughed softly and turned his attention back to adding details to the drawing. "Probably for the best. I think class is going to start any minute now, and the teacher might not like it if I'm distracted." Despite what he said, he didn't look like he had any intention to stop drawing yet. He definitely had a tendency to get very immersed in his work; it was a habit he'd picked up since art was more or less a coping mechanism for him, so dedicating all of his attention to it made it more effective. While Melissa was watching, he put most of his attention into detailing the barky zoom-bean so that it was less obvious that he was drawing her as well.
(do we wanna skip ahead?)
(Yeah sure)
When the day was practically over, Melissa had headed to her locker, yanked her bag out, and began heading towards where she hoped Lucas would be. He still had throwing soccer, of course, but she thought if he talked to the coach she could at least sit on the field and do some homework. So she weaved through the crowd of people heading towards the exit, trying to find Lucas among the chaos.
Lucas fetched his things from his locker and headed outside after a few minutes of failing to find Melissa. She knew where he was going, so he figured that they'd be able to meet up outside with relative ease. The coach knew Melissa, anyway, so Lucas doubted that he'd have an issue with her sitting and watching. She didn't ever cause problems. Lucas headed into the locker human containment unit to change into a t-shirt and athletic shorts for practice; he only really needed to wear his uniform for actual games.
Having also given up, Melissa made her way out to the throwing soccer field. When she had made it outside, she didn't see Lucas- or almost anyone for that matter. The field was practically empty, other than the coach and who she assumed were two of the other players. She wasn't worried about it, assuming she was either early, or the others were just finishing up, and making their way down soon.
Lucas and his fellow teammates soon made their way out to the field, laughing and joking with each other about something that wasn't audible from the stands. Lucas was thankful for the distraction from his home life, honestly; it was one of his biggest reasons for enjoying throwing soccer as much as he did. In addition to just enjoying the game, of course, and having a natural talent for it. Soon, once everyone was done messing around, they started doing some actual practice. It wasn't formatted like a proper game; moreso just groups of the guys collecting to practice different skills and then moving around when they wanted to try something else.
(Rn, I'm kinda at an awk-wonky-donky place, and don't exactly know what to write- so I'm sorry if this seems like really poor writing. If you've got a plan for this part of the day, be my guest to kinda skim to that part,,, otherwise, feel free to jump to somewhere they could have some kind of interaction/dialog)
Melissa had attempted to catch Lucas's attention, but failed to do so. Hoping that none of the other boys had noticed her, she dropped back to her seat with a slight huff.
If she was being honest, she totally heard the whispers about her and Lucas. Yet she elected to ignore them. But there were some times she wondered herself what their relationship was. When she did things like sit at his practices, or sit together- alone- at lunch, or when she played with his hair… or hold his hand…
Well, she at least understood why people had those thoughts. But that was just what friends acted like. I mean she had convinced herself of that, especially because Laura had always acted similarly towards her. Why was that relationship any different than her one with Lucas?
Shoving her thoughts away, she went back to her text grimoire, trying to study the words in them.