The next morning I got up early so I wouldn’t have to see my mom. I was still pretty mad but I had meant what I said; I was fed up with taking care of everything.
Alcott High doesn’t unlock its door until ten minutes before the bell so I decided to sit outside at a table and get ahead on my English reading. After a little while I heard some one sit down and I looked up. It was Lucie, sitting across from me smiling.
“So I see you have Wexler.” She said nodding towards my book.
“Yeah. I’m actually in your class.” I said somewhat coldly, half annoyed that she was so self centered she couldn’t remember seeing me in a class of ten people and half hoping she would keep talking to me because something about her fascinated me.
“Hey, no need to get upset. I was just messing with you.” She looked at me for a second before saying “It’s awful by the way.”
“What?” I had no idea what she was talking about.
“The book. It’s like Catcher in Rye meets Lord of the Flies. Not a good mix.”
“You’ve read the book already?” This surprised me because Lucie hadn’t come off as a person who really cared enough about school to do work early.
“I read every book in the curriculum by the time I was in ninth grade.” I just stared at her.” What?” She shrugged. “I liked to read.” I noticed how she used the past tense and I added it to my growing list of questions about Lucie.
“So. Lucy. Now that is a wonderful name if I do say so myself.” She said in a pompous English accent. We both laughed.
“Why yes it is.” I replied in the same accent “And may I just say that Lucie is simply gorgeous.” We both laughed again and I felt a tingly feeling in my stomach. I still to this day don’t know what it was about her that drew me to her but at that moment all I could think was “She likes me. She thinks I’m funny.”
As we were laughing I heard the bell ring. “Oh no!” I said jumping up. “I’m late for history and yesterday the teacher gave out a detention because a guy was two minutes late. I really have to go.” I ran across the lawn leaving Lucie behind me.
“And here are your books Mrs. Bingham.” I said sliding a stack of books across the counter. It was two days later and I was at the library. I was still working at the checkout which was just as boring as it had been three days ago. I was starting to get desperate to do something else. Everyone in library had to work the checkout at some point but they all combined it with doing other things; I was stuck at it for three hours a day. Just as I was thinking this Jan came up behind me.
“Lucie you’ve been doing a great job at the checkout but could you please reshelf all the books in the return bin?”
I nodded, just happy to get away from the checkout desk. Soon, I was back in the dark, quiet rows of the science section. It was so quiet I forgot where I was and just got into the routine of putting the books back when I heard a voice behind me.
“Lucy? Please tell me that Harrison slipped something into my drink and I’m hallucinating because you can not seriously be at the library tonight.”
I turned around and saw that it was Lucie. She was wearing a black t-shirt with a beaten up flannel shirt over top and ripped up black jeans. She looked so thoroughly out of place it that it made me laugh.
“What’s so funny?” She asked, squinting at me.
“Nothing.” I stood up. “What’s wrong with the library?”
“Its not that there is a problem with the library other than being dead boring, it’s that you are here on a Friday night.”
I shrugged. “So I’m at the library on a Friday night. So what? You’re here too.”
“Yeah I but I’m here to bust you out.”
“What? I don’t need to be busted out. I’m working.” I said moronically.
Lucie rolled her eyes. “Just finish what your doing Ms.Goody two shoes and meet me outside in five. I’m gonna show you what Friday night really is.”