Lydia's head tilts slightly as he answers and she smiles back. He's cute. He's not gorgeous; he's not Jackson-hot but...he's definitely cute. She can work with cute.
"Glad to hear it," she says. "I'm Lydia Martin," she adds and resists the urge to tack on something arrogant like she would've said back when she'd been a sophomore. Something like but you probably already know that by now. He probably doesn't. Her fall from grace was pretty rough. She went from teen royalty to the weird girl no one wants to talk to. Now she knows what it feels like to be at the bottom of the social ladder. It isn't good.
A bell rings to alert students of the new period beginning, but Lydia doesn't have any more classes today and it's lunch for her, anyhow, so she makes no attempt to move from the spot. "What do you have now? Tell me you have a lunch period," she says in a velvety voice that works only because of the natural rasp of vocal fry she already has.
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Date: 2016-08-29 03:28 am (UTC)"Glad to hear it," she says. "I'm Lydia Martin," she adds and resists the urge to tack on something arrogant like she would've said back when she'd been a sophomore. Something like but you probably already know that by now. He probably doesn't. Her fall from grace was pretty rough. She went from teen royalty to the weird girl no one wants to talk to. Now she knows what it feels like to be at the bottom of the social ladder. It isn't good.
A bell rings to alert students of the new period beginning, but Lydia doesn't have any more classes today and it's lunch for her, anyhow, so she makes no attempt to move from the spot. "What do you have now? Tell me you have a lunch period," she says in a velvety voice that works only because of the natural rasp of vocal fry she already has.