Thread: The New Girl isn't what she seams/-Uminator/Moon

Victor had found it somewhat amusing how much people were willing to give away about themselves. They were bombarding Alexia with so many questions....yet she answered so few of them. The only answers she gave seemed to be for meaningless information like her favourite colour. Anything more personal she seemed to either expertly deflect, or would answer a question with a question of her own. By the time people excitedly answered her, the question she had been asked seemed to have been forgotten about. Whilst he didn't believe the 'Secret Agent' rumour for a second, Victor couldn't help but feel she would be rather good at it with her seeming talent to extract information whilst giving nothing away. He had a small chuckle to himself at the thought, a brief image of Alexia dressed up as a James Bond style secret agent flashing into his head before he let it flitter away with the thousand other daydreams he had every day. He was a little surprised to learn that she was living in the old Abernathy house. He, along with plenty of other people, had just assumed the place would eventually be demolished. He hadn't even known it was up for sale, let alone that someone had bought it. He knew that the place had been maintained over the years, but he hadn't expected the place to be exactly clean and ready to move into. The fact he hadn't seen any cleaning crews giving the place a going over before this also somewhat surprised him, and made him wonder just what kind of condition poor Alexia might be living in with that place. When Victor left the classroom, Alexia was still surrounded by chattering students just as he had expected, he doubted she would be able to escape any time soon. So when he saw her on his way home, having somehow not only gotten ahead of him, but having done so fast enough to stop off and buy vegetables from one of the farmer stalls dotted around town, he was rather confused and surprised. Even if she had managed to get way from the crowd and make a run out of school....how had she gotten past him? Surely he should've seen her, yet he hadn't noticed anybody pass by him. Huh.... He guessed that maybe the crowd had been somewhat overwhelming after all and Alexia might have bolted away as quickly as possible shortly after he left, maybe passing him in the small crowds infront of the school as people left. Ah, hello He was a little surprised when she spoke to him, though much more surprised that she knew his name. He'd never had a chance to introduce himself. Perhaps someone else had told her the names of everyone else in the class. That's right, Victor Tameron, it's nice to meet you properly Victor smiled as he stopped by her. Well actually, you're the first new student we've ever had. So I guess you could say they do always get that exciteable, since this is the only time it's happened He grinned softly. This is a pretty small and quiet town. It's incredibly rare for new people to move into town and the few that have in the past never had kids, they were usually older people moving here to retire. I suppose that makes you something of a celebrity really That cute innocent smile....she must not have heard some of the rumours going around about her. Whilst some of them were certainly amusing, some were just downright cruel....he certainly hoped they would die off before she could hear them. You wanted to talk to me? He blinked in slight confusion, wondering why she had wanted to talk to him in particular. Perhaps it was simply because she had spoken to most everyone else and she wanted to make sure she spoke with everyone she'd be having classes with. Made sense really, better to know who your classmates were after all. Oh! Can I help you carry that? He motioned to the bag of vegetables. Victor might have been something of a loner, but he was still a gentleman. It's how he thought his parents, his real parents, might have wanted him to be. They had died when he was quite young though, leaving him to live with a foster family who, whilst certainly not cruel or neglectful, didn't really see him as their child. Looking after him was simply 'a job' in their eyes. Still, it kind of suited Victor. They did their thing and he did his, everyone was happy with the arrangement. I hear you're living in the old Abernathy place, that's not far from where I live so we'll be heading in the same way