Assigned - tag Lucy

[Chester Douglas]

Being paired up with Lucy Serrano for home ec had been rather enjoyable. It wasn't something worth repeating but it didn't bring him any unnecessary pain. So that was something.

But two assignments in a row? The teachers had a rather sadistic sense of humour. But he supposed if he had to get stuck with anybody, Serrano wasn't the worst idea ever. She had a sense of humour he could relate to. She was, to him, as the Chevalier twins were. Never a disappointment.

"I'm going to go out on a limb and say the teacher responsible for the assignments was drunk when they made this arrangement." He started as he walked to her table, dropping his pen and getting himself comfortable. "Thoughts?"

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Evidently, Lucy Serrano was in the business of being partnered with rich bastards when it came to assignments in pairs. But thankfully, she didn't mind it. What she did like about Chester was his outlandish ability to openly dislike people. It fit with her just fine.

"Maybe it's cause we did such a good job last time." Lucy mused, twisting a pen in her hands. Lucy couldn't exactly recall the grade that came along with that instance, but she remembered it wasn't exactly good. "We're a pretty nice, respectable duo."

She leaned back in her chair, the Australian kicked her feet up on her desk; "What do you wanna do this time?"

[Chester Douglas]

"A good job that landed me my first F. Some people just don't appreciate originality and a sense of humour." Chester shook his head as he adjusted his beanie over his forehead. "Exactly, duo." He grinned, not even trying to cover up how 'respectable' and 'pretty nice' both of them were not.

His eyes followed the brunette's movements, his own leg moving up to rest on top of his knee as he slid down in his chair.

"I have no idea. I'm fine with just staring at this very lovely desk with all it's etchings and wish I knew the history behind every groove...yeah I got nothing." He shook his head and grinned.

One reason he was okay being around Lucy was that she didn't outwardly make her thoughts known. Either she hides it pretty well behind a wall or she's just very simple minded, either way, not reading her thoughts wasn't too difficult.

Stretching, he nodded in her direction. "Been up to much lately?"

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Aww, baby's first F!" Lucy replied with mild enthusiasm. At least he didn't seem annoyed or upset about that fact. She was glad to see he was as relaxed as she was.

Etchings in the desk - Lucy stared at the tip of her pen and wondered if she should add a little more to it. Was that a bad idea?

Lucy's thoughts were, in a word, sporadic. She rarely thought of her personal relationships, or her life outside the moment she was in. Occasionally she might sneak in a concerned thought about her sister, or steal a glance at a certain pair of French twins and wonder what they were doing and thinking, but that was it.

Because she didn't need to think of Evony.

"Cut into the desk, cheerful one." She instructed,rifling through her art supplies for the compact of laminate edging and cutting tools. Rounded sharp edges and scalpels - things an aggressive teen shouldn't really have at the ready, some would argue. "Consider it today's project. You can write every bitches thought down for all I care."

She laughed at that. Sometimes she wished she could read minds, but as she looked down to her tattooed arm she realised she'd miss her ability. The lion watched Chester with what seemed like mild curiosity. Lucy twirled the sharp instrument's handle between her fingers idly; "You can tell me what you've been up to first, if you really wanna bond."

[Chester Douglas]

Chester laughed noiselessly at Lucy's response to his lament and shrugged. "I have to fail at something or people will think I'm really perfect. I don't think people can handle perfection that well." The redhead shook his head solemnly before breaking into a smirk.

He caught a stray thought pass through Lucy's head but it was way too jumbled up to let him make any sense of it, so he let it go. He wasn't even here to do that anyway. Besides, just like Callie and the twins and Cameron, Lucy was one of the good ones in his corner. He had to give her that bit of respect too.

Tilting his head with a slightly frown, he patted his pockets and shrugged. "With what exactly? This is the better of my pens and I'd like to keep it that way. I'm not made of money, you know." He smirked before leaning forward to look at her supplies. "Good thing you're not suicidal." He raised an eyebrow at Lucy and dragged his eyes down at her supplies once more.

Had he known Lucy wished for his power, Chester would have gladly given his, if that were an option. Sure, he could blackmail people easier with it but more often than not, his ability was a burden he would wish on an enemy.

Chuckling at her statement, he plucked a scalpel from her set and dragged his chair closer to the table. "I don't think you want to know about what I've been up to." He responded even though, to be perfectly honest, he hadn't been up to much besides wallowing in his own self pity over his loss. Cameron had decided it was better for him to stay with his dad instead of coming back to Hammel for graduation. Chester still wondered if it really was all for his dad.

"But if you want to bond, I've got a bed at my place we could really...get close in." He remarked lazily, giving her his version of a charming smirk. It was a cheap move, he knew, but he didn't want or need to be serious right then.

"Now...how about you? Breaking anybody's hearts lately?" He asked, having heard the rumours of the brunette disappearing into room 403 a lot. He knew she was friends with one of them, another small brunette with some pair of...assets that were memorable but as far as he knew, they were friends. Unless their activities were a little...friendlier.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"I bet they can when it looks like you." Lucy replied nonchalantly. What, it was no secret. He was an attractive guy. And look at him - he knew it.

Lucy offered a grin with the slight curl of her lips, "Oh, I know. Look at you, you poor son of a bitch." She purposely eyed him up and down. He, like the twins, screamed of money. Clothes or not, it was in the way they carried themselves. "Right? Pick your bladed poison." She shrugged and shifted in her position to she could actually lean over the desk itself. Expressionism and all that meant this counted as a project. It was rare for her to really share anything she owned with another person. At least she knew he wouldn't break anything.

Turning her head slightly, she raised her eyebrows at his statement. What could be so bad that she wouldn't want to know? "Doing guys?" She asked out of instinct; "Hey, more power to you if you found someone willing to touch you." Still, she turned in her chair completely and glanced at the curved bladed instrument in her hand before back to him. The corner of her mouth turned to something of a smirk and again, she eyed him up and down. He was probably used to being looked at like an object. "It wouldn't be a day with you without an invitation to your bed, huh." It was like her encounters with Carter, except he seemed to give up as of late.

"Oh yeah, I'm in love. Didn't you know?" Lucy asked as the turned back to the table, and dragging the blade through the wood of the desk to carve in a large heart. "With you, actually. Is that weird?"

[Chester Douglas]

"Oh my God Lucy, stop it." Chester batted his hand in Lucy's direction, feigning embarrassment. "You're making me blush, girlie." He giggled before snorting at himself. It was ridiculous and he would never do that again. No way no how.

"You don't know shit until you know how poor I am." He smirked and let Lucy ogle him. It took people awhile to get used to his unconventional looks but once they did, it was reportedly hard for them to get the image out of their head. Unfortunately for him, he had to listen to their thoughts about his face day in and day out. With Lucy, he shut his thought bank. Although just by the look on her face, Chester was pretty sure she liked what she saw.

"Thank you." He murmured as he fingered the scalpel he already took. A bark of laughter escaped the redhead's lips and he shook his head. A fair assumption since his preference had been heavily leaning towards the testosterone filled demographic lately. But no, he had gone celibate ever since Cameron left to be with his dad. "Thanks." He snorted as a response to her question but said nothing more.

"Honey, it wouldn't be a day without me without you naked in my bed." He chuckled though if he were being honest, it actually sounded a little flat.

Lucy's statement made Chester grin lazily as his eyes followed the curved carving in the desk. "Baby, I've been waiting to hear those words my entire life coming from you." He drawled as he carved in what looked to be the starting of an animal. He wasn't an artist like Lucy was but he did like to doodle a lot.

"Let's go through the whole shebang, white picket fence, 2.5 kids, a pet dog named Cat...I want the whole nine yards with you."

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"I'll never stop." Lucy retorted. Yup, she was just too damn charming. And there was no stopping her.

And yes, she liked what she saw. Unconventional looks were her way of life.

It was an old assumption, but a good one. Pilot Ridge was more gay than nay, so it was the stock-assumed sexuality for most people she came into contact with. "At least you can get 'em pregnant." She pointed out. It was very important to know, especially given his situation around the time they last worked together.

"Look at you, branching back to ladies like a pro." She said, waving the little point in his direction.

The more she carved, the move her extravagant heart formed into a declaration for her new love. She started carving their initials in the centre. Yup, it was totally gonna be a thing on their new project forever. She tried her very best not to laugh when he called her baby, and continued to drawl about their life together. And it seemed to work; not an ounce of laughter passed through her lips.

"Are you proposing to me? Because this is really, really romantic." She replied, matching his tone as best she could; "So romantic that I can't even contain my feelings. Do we kiss now?"

[Chester Douglas]

"You're such a charmer, God." Chester mimicked the incessantly annoying way girls talked to him with a snort tacked at the end. He felt like killing a puppy to feel manly again.

The redhead pointed in Lucy's direction with an agreeing nod. "What truth you speak, ye of brown hair." The young telepath so eloquently orated.

"I know, I know...sometimes, even I surprise myself by my sheer perfection. I can't expect you to abstain from your awe of me." He shook his head with a look on his face that showed how burdened he was by all of this.

His scalpel was also shaping the desk out to be pretty damn good carving of a badger, reminiscent of the animal he was assigned to by that maniac who almost had his child.

He grinned at Lucy's art work as he confessed his love for her and at her question, he dropped the scalpel and went down on his knee on the floor. "I don't have a ring but please, accept my asshole as a symbol of our love and I promise you I will never let you sleep on my bed or touch me for as long as we both shall live." He declared, still not showing any signs of laughter.

"And we should definitely kiss. Seal the deal with the devil and whatnot."

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Your awe's pretty powerful." Lucy admitted, exhaling on a sigh and trying her best to make the words sound truthful. "It's taking all I have not to swoon right now, y'know. It's very difficult for me."

Lucy purposely leaned against his shoulder, glancing over his arms at what he was carving. It was entertaining for her. The whole new found project was. It would likely result in some kind of detention, but that didn't matter. That'd just be an endless cycle.

"How romantic." She crinkled her nose amidst a grin; "Fine, but I'm not putting my finger in it."

Lucy offered another sigh and a quick roll of her eyes. Of course he was going to say that. She knew he would. She didn't need to be a mind reader to intercept this game of chicken. Leaning forward, she stopped herself momentarily; "You can bring me a legit ring when you have the time. God knows you got the money." And with that, she leaned forward and kissed the proverbial Hammel-Devil.

[Chester Douglas]

"So I've been told." He grinned cockily, amused that Lucy was very accommodating. "It's okay, really. Please swoon." He waved a hand as if to give her permission.

Chester, though not the type to let people in his personal bubble unless he put them there, let the ink manipulator look over his shoulder at the carving he had done. It wasn't the masterpiece hers clearly was but he felt quite proud of it anyway.

The brunette's response to his proposal made him grin before he faked a sadness. "But that's the best part of this whole agreement." He pouted.

When she leaned in, Chester was ready to receive the kiss, even though he had initially thought it wouldn't happen. He wasn't entirely surprised by it but he hadn't expected it to happen so soon. This Lucy was definitely something else.

He met her halfway, getting back up on his chair as his hand cupped Lucy's face, tilting his head sideways to gain more access to the brunette's lips. She certainly knew how to kiss well. Most of the people he did this with were either too new to the whole being sexual thing or they were just really bad at it.

Smiling against the kiss, Chester spoke. "Done deal."

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Being as close to Chester as Lucy was in that moment was strange. She too was the type to keep her distance from people; until she was really used to them, anyway. For the briefest of moments she realised she liked leaning close to him, and that was a bit of a weird thought.

But she pushed it out of her mind long enough to laugh at what he'd said. "Yeah, well I'm trying to de-gay you. Doing that wouldn't really help, y'know?"

Lucy received a small stint of déjà vu when Chester reacted to the kiss. It was a little more full on than she expected - much like her moment with Dom, but at least it lacked the overbearing uncomfortableness that came with Dom's reaction. Still, she supposed if she started it she should comply; she curled her fingers into the fabric of his collar and pulled herself in closer. Her mind was clear for once; unmuddled by the myriad of things she might have been wondering on. Whatever was happening just happened. At least Lucy was neither too new or too bad at kissing a person.

"Wow," She exhaled, shrugging her shoulders as she drew back, "You really suck at that, y'know." Was that a lie? Of course it was. But she knew he could tell she was lying just from her thoughts.

[Chester Douglas]

Hearing a stray thought from Lucy made Chester turn to look at her curiously. But he didn't say anything as he continued with his scratching at the table. Briefly, he wondered why the teacher hadn't said anything. He knew the other students were stoned out of their minds. Probably a pixie around, he thought to himself with a small smirk.

"The only successful way for you to de-gay me is to sleep with me, Serrano. And I don't think you're up for that yet." He winked and shot an imaginary pistol her way.

Chester conveniently tuned out all thoughts as he made out with the tattoed Australian, missing out on the comparison between him and his childhood friend.

The redhead experienced a touch of gentleness to the kiss that he hadn't experienced before and he frowned slightly, even though he was actually enjoying it. But as soon as Lucy pulled away, the blue blood was back to smirking, laughing a little when she told her little lie.

"Yeah, maybe we should practice more. Before we get to our wedding night. I mean, it's only fitting. You could teach me a thing or two."

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Ah, I just don't know how committed I am to such a difficult project." Lucy shrugged, glancing over him with a feigned scrutinising stare.

Kissing Chester wasn't what she had expected. She always saw him as something of a rough individual - gruff in his altercations with others. Even with her, though they seemed to bounce that off each other. So to experience any kind of gentle touch, whether she started it or not, was surprising. Almost startling.

But that thought was gone as quickly as she could register it.

At the thought of practicing more she resisted the urge to throw her head back in a laugh, though a small chuckle escaped her resolve. "You get one till there's some kind of ring." Lucy retorted, running her thumb underneath her lower lip, "And not the asshole kind. Cause I'm a real lady, bitch."

[Chester Douglas]

Chester couldn't help but laugh at Lucy's response. A genuine, honest to God laugh. Well, that was unexpected. He cleared his throat and shook his head, not able to come up with any witty comeback.

The kiss was definitely distracting and he wasn't sure what to make of it. Interestingly enough, the moment the ink manipulator moved, he heard her dying thoughts and it made him smirk. It wasn't enough to go by but he got the gist of it. They both surprisingly liked it. End of story.

"Damn, you're a hard act to follow, Serrano. And I suppose you'd never drop your last name for mine, am I right?" He raised an eyebrow to accompany his perpetual smirk. "Fine, I will get you that ring. Just you wait. And then there's no backing out of this."