[ Natasha watches him with a strange look, but the bell's gone and there's nothing to be done for it. Petyr, rumor has it, is a freak of nature and a fucking psycho, and Natasha's not in the business of picking fights or reputations.
Come lunchtime, though, and she goes to find him in the library, near the back shelves. Her own lunch comes brown-bagged, thanks to the foster home, but she can spare a packet of peanut butter crackers and her juicebox. It's all a wordless transaction, paid back only in that she gets to sit there too, cross-legged and unwrapping her corned beef sandwich.
You're not supposed to eat in the library, but who cares? ]
[ He should complain, should rat to the librarian, but the fact of the matter is that Petyr has always been lonely (and it's a cruel kind of truth, for someone so young), because freak of nature and a fucking psycho are the kind of labels that follow you (and isolate you) when you're living with a foster family and are stupid in love with a girl way out of your league.
He should complain, but she gives him a pack of crackers and a juicebox (and company) and so he falls silent, hovering for a moment before he sits back down, unwrapping the crackers as quietly as he can. ]
[ Natasha, to her credit, doesn't look up at him. She picks up one triangle of her sandwich in her hand, the rest of it balancing on her knee; she uses her other hand to reach into her bag, pull out a copy of Anna Karenina. It looks like she'd be doing exactly the same regardless of whether Petyr chose to stay or leave, but the fact of the matter was that she'd been the one to come here, to make sure he'd at least get to eat something after being thrown around so many times.
Not that, of course, her intentions are anything so altruistic. ]
You sit in-front of me in AP Calc.
[ She flips through her book, fingering the pages until she can find that little dog-eared corner that marks her spot. ]
You're quiet, you don't have a lot of friends. You're as smart as I am, which means you use your free time to study, which means you hang out in the library. I like quiet better than the cafeteria.
[ (Tolstoy. Not the kind of book he'd have guessed for any high schooler, but he wouldn't have guessed at any of this encounter, period.)
Even though he's sitting down, Petyr seems to hover, like he's too full of energy to really stay still, like he hasn't quite mastered body language yet when he can talk circles around the jocks, when there isn't a class in school that isn't a joke for him (not that that earns him much cred).
She doesn't completely fit in, either, but she's got a better shot at it all than he does. She's pretty, at least, and he's seen her during P.E. She's got a chance to climb the social ladder, so that begs the question as to why she's spending her time bothering with him, even if she does prefer quiet to the bustle of the cafeteria. But, of course, he can't ask that outright.
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Come lunchtime, though, and she goes to find him in the library, near the back shelves. Her own lunch comes brown-bagged, thanks to the foster home, but she can spare a packet of peanut butter crackers and her juicebox. It's all a wordless transaction, paid back only in that she gets to sit there too, cross-legged and unwrapping her corned beef sandwich.
You're not supposed to eat in the library, but who cares? ]
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He should complain, but she gives him a pack of crackers and a juicebox (and company) and so he falls silent, hovering for a moment before he sits back down, unwrapping the crackers as quietly as he can. ]
The cafeteria full or something?
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Not that, of course, her intentions are anything so altruistic. ]
You sit in-front of me in AP Calc.
[ She flips through her book, fingering the pages until she can find that little dog-eared corner that marks her spot. ]
You're quiet, you don't have a lot of friends. You're as smart as I am, which means you use your free time to study, which means you hang out in the library. I like quiet better than the cafeteria.
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Even though he's sitting down, Petyr seems to hover, like he's too full of energy to really stay still, like he hasn't quite mastered body language yet when he can talk circles around the jocks, when there isn't a class in school that isn't a joke for him (not that that earns him much cred).
She doesn't completely fit in, either, but she's got a better shot at it all than he does. She's pretty, at least, and he's seen her during P.E. She's got a chance to climb the social ladder, so that begs the question as to why she's spending her time bothering with him, even if she does prefer quiet to the bustle of the cafeteria. But, of course, he can't ask that outright.
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You ever read that before?