"Yeah, it's like when your boyfriend dumps you, basically twice, and you have to see him every day walking in the hallways." It wasn't like Lenore didn't know that. She had walked by Connor thousands of times in the last month, and even tried to hang out with him to be friends. They did activities and shit together because they had the same friends. They were on the same mission team together. That's how it was going to be for the rest of their time at Willowbrook, because neither of them could leave. For the next five years. Alec didn't seem to care about sex that much, though, so she kind of wondered why he found it so awkward. It was like that for everyone here though wasn't it? She hadn't noticed that kind of stuff last year, because everything was so new, but that's how life was at a school like this. Everyone knew each other and you had to see your exes for years and years. It was highly depressing.
Lenore hardly noticed Alec's silence. She did notice that he was touching her hair, untangling it. It was comforting, and though she liked it, at teh same time it killed her. She wanted him to stop but didn't say anything. She sighed and closed her eyes, in her own reverie of sorts. What would she do with this life, then? With this realization that nothing good was going to come her way from this place? She didn't know yet. All she knew, right now, was that she hated Willowbrook, she hated Connor, she kind of hated Alec, and she was pretty sure most of her friends hated her. She couldn't feel her own emotions, because they all were making fun of her for it. She decided she would no longer be forthcoming with how she felt about things, at least not to anyone but maybe Viola, and probably Marley because she could tell, anyway.
"Nowhere, really. Not to train anyway. I guess if we still want to live the mutant's life or whatever we can always go to the Syndicate. I don't think they take too kindly to us Willowbrook kids, though." She replied, letting her head slowly move to rest easily on his shoulder. It was almost absentminded, the way she did that. Cuddled up to him, kind of. She decided not to think about it.