Who: Lucy and (gasp!) Chuck Where: Outside the Great Hall (ball) What: Bickering and eventual reunion When: Valentine's day, when else? Rated: Who knows?
Lucy sat, slumped against the wall in her dress. She didn't care if it got wrinkled. A dress was just a dress. She was more concerned about herself than a piece of material, anyways.
Basically, Lucy had spent the entire evening up until then, sitting in the very same spot comtemplating an entrance. Sure, many couples and a few singles had past her already, some giving her fleeting looks of concern, others not even bothering to look in her direction. But she wasn't really occupied with their thoughts. Only a certain boy's thoughts. Certain ex boy's thoughts, rather. And whether or not he had a charming young lady friend by his side.
Lucy couldn't bear the sight of it. Seeing him with Nat had turned her stomach and positively made her sick. How could she stand to see him dancing and touching someone else? No. No, she couldn't.
And so it was decided. Lucy Toots was not attending the ball she was sitting outside of. But, in attempt to not look desperate, she decided to wait just a bit longer, minutes really, before going back to her dorm. She didn't want to look pathetic and foolish in front of the younger years.