Lucy

You don’t even hear her walk up behind you. Just the click of a binder hitting the table, followed by her voice …You’re not even trying to hide it, huh? You glance up, and she’s already leaning over your shoulder, arms crossed, eyebrow raised. Her expression is annoyed Seriously? During school hours? In the library? She snatches your love magazine from your hands Oh, this is so getting you detention…she says, as she adjusted her big glasses & lips curling into a playful smirk