Thread: 1989 Best Year Ever (Darkangel76 &Casketslinger)

Something inside twisted when Stevie and Greg started to laugh and make remarks about something she was sure she wanted to know nothing about. Lucy tried to shrug it off, but it was hard. As she looked down at her ruined hoodie, she had a pretty good idea as to what happened. Her imagination could fill in the blanks easily enough. She didn't need anyone helping her out in that regard. Smiling weakly, she tried to just shrug it off like it didn't matter. But oh god, it so did! She took a step back and brought her hands up to her dark hair and began to redo it. It was the best thing she could do to occupy her mind in the moment. She watched Nate meander over to her pile of clothes and almost instantly, she wanted to lunge over and stop him, but... Too late! Nate stood up, panties in hand. Lucy just wanted to die! Greg grabbed them and put them on his head. She'd burn that pair later. And to think it was her favorite pair! She silently seethed, utterly mortified and beyond embarrassed. She had to fight back the tears she felt threatening to spill. But, she'd hold them back. No way she was going to give in to that with everyone there. No. She had to get over it. This wasn't a big deal. At least, not to anyone else in the room. Once the guys left and she changed her shirt, she decided a simple t-shirt would be best. The hoodie was discarded into the pile of clothes that lay strewn on the floor by her desk. Lucy frowned as she glared at the lacy pair of panties. They certainly didn't match the way she looked on the outside. She supposed they probably were a bit of a surprise to her brother and his friends all things considered. After all, what was she to any of them? Such undies were the stuff of cheerleaders. Weren't they? But to her they weren't. They were surprisingly comfy and, as much as she hated to admit it, they made her feel pretty underneath those layers of clothing she wore every day. Building up her resolve and knowing she had to face the day, Lucy met up with everyone outside. A rush of adrenaline coursed through her when Nate reserved shotgun for her and then held open the door. Never had he or any guy ever been so chivalrous. It was...nice. Refreshing. She refused to let herself get used to the idea. Lucy smiled a little when Nate placed his arm behind her. If only it meant what she wished it did. But that was all it wassilly and fanciful wishes. Ugh, she sounded just like the stupid cheerleaders when she got too much into her head! She hated that and wanted nothing to do with any of them. To even compare was one of the worst things she could dream of. She gave Nate a nod. Yeah, a duet would be great, Lucy agreed. Her nerves were getting the better of her. She had to calm herself down. I think I can do it if...if I'm singing with you. Did she just say that? Well, she'd meant to, but she worried it sounded desperate. What I mean is, I think if I'm singing with someone, umm... Now she was really fucking it up! She didn't want to push Nate away. Well, I mean. Ah fuck it, she grumbled. Yeah, I can do it. The music in the car was blasting and Lucy took solace that one of her favorite songs was playing. She began to sing along quietly for a few lines. I...I can write some lyrics, Lucy offered up. Would be good to get some help though, she added, hoping that Nate would be the one to assist. The last person she wanted help from was Greg and she already knew Stevie had zero talent in the lyrics department. She glanced at Nate out of the corner of her eye, but all she could see now was that stain on his shirt. A part of her died inside. Two heads are better than one. Wow. She was really pushing her luck. Lucy couldn't believe the horrendous shit coming out of her mouth. She sounded like a clueless nerd. Then again, that's exactly what she was. No wonder she was always alone. Well, at least she had her dreams. For now. Lucy smiled a little and pulled the hair tie out of her hair letting it spill down along her neck. She then raked her fingers through it and let it hang loose. Leaning her head back, she just listened to the music as they rode to school.