Lucifer de Vil
Yeah, Luce ditched school after talking to Olivia on Wednesday.
She hurt him.
So he said "fuck it" and just...left. Went home and didn't come back for the rest of the week.
He was in such a royal mood, his friends didn't even bother him all that time and through the weekend. Jezebel either. They were too afraid.
He was so upset that there was a moment he was so very close to setting up some kind of sex party for the weekend and drowning himself in various human bodily fluids, just to distract himself from the way Olivia had hurt him.
He didn't do that, even though he really wanted to, and why?
Because he knew that Liv would look down on him for it.
Why he still cared, he had no fucking clue.
….He smoked a lot of weed instead. It wasn't as good a substitute but it got the job done, he supposed.
Come Monday, Luce begrudgingly went back to school, though Jez had since drawn her conclusions and was trying to talk him out of giving a shit about Liv anymore.
Except...he couldn't bring himself to do that. He was hurting because he cared. Because he cared, and she took that and threw it back into his face, it felt like. He could understand that after Mickey's betrayal, she was afraid of more, but….
Even though he had class with Liv later, he fully expected her to ghost him. And that was...okay, he guessed. It wasn't like there was anything he could do about it, apparently.
What he didn't expect was to find her journal in his locker when he opened it up at the start of the day.
Frowning and furrowing his brows, Lucifer pulled the journal from his locker and opened it up. It was indeed the same one he'd already perused previously, with of course newer entries since then. But since he didn't have all the time in the world before class, he only skimmed through until finding something interesting. Or, at least, what he was meant to find.
Liv had put it here for a reason, obviously.
Then he found it, the written set of pages in the journal before it was followed by blank ones. And...it was addressed to him.
About halfway through, it became evident that Liv wrote it while crying, judging by the crinkled spots and fuzzy graphite. Unfortunately, some of the things she'd written, he already knew from reading her previous entries. He knew how she felt about him.
He knew that she was keeping herself under the assumption that they would never go anywhere, but he'd been ready to prove her wrong at a moment's notice. He didn't see it as much of a big deal.
….But now she'd made it a big deal, by rejecting him before he could reject her.
Something he hadn't even planned on doing.
Luce replaced the journal in his locker, for safekeeping, and went about his day. He tried to walk past Liv's locker to see if she was there, but he missed her. At lunch, he went to the home ec room, and even waited there all lunch period, but she was a no-show there too. When she was missing from math class, he knew for sure then that she just hadn't come to school at all. He'd known it was a possibility, but….
Damn it, Liv.
Because he normally carpooled to school with Jez and the boys, Luce made sure to inform them that he would be a bit late coming home and not to wait up. It wouldn't be long before sundown, a couple hours at best, so he didn't have much time to catch Liv before she went home.
She was at the junkyard. She had to be. She could barely go straight home after school as it was, but now?
Her parents would be lucky if she went home at all.
So for a second time, he was seeking her out at the junkyard, walking swiftly in the direction of her van. Upon finding it, he knocked on the doors and said, "Liv? Liv, I know you're here."
"No I'm not."
"Really," he deadpanned, giving the back of the van a look despite Olivia not being able to see him. "Olivia, let me in, please."
One of the doors popped open, but not by much. Only enough to just let him in.
He would take it.
Luce opened the door wider and climbed into the back of the van, shutting it behind himself once more. Olivia wasn't sobbing like she was last he saw her here, but...she wasn't exactly content, either.
….Like she said, she merely existed now.
"Liv," he spoke softly, sitting on the floor beside her.
"What are you doing here?" she mumbled, avoiding his gaze.
Luce slid his backpack from his shoulder and set it in front of himself. He reached in for her journal, which he had retrieved before leaving school, and held it out to her.
"...Thanks," she mumbled, though she didn't take the journal. "I don't need it, though. I'm going to burn them, I think."
He furrowed his brows, setting the journal down to his side next to his bag. "Why?"
"Because Jenny is dead."
"...So?" Luce murmured quietly. "I thought they helped you."
She shook her head. "...They placated me. They gave me the false comfort of her being alive. But she's not."
"Don't sell yourself short like that," Lucifer scolded. "I know you love these journals. What does it matter that Jenny's technically gone? Writing to her helped you stay close to her. It helped you and don't you fucking deny it. So don't you dare burn them."
"...Okay," Liv agreed softly, but judging from her tone, she was just doing it to placate him.
"...Now what the Hell was about that entry to me, huh?" he continued.
"Did...you not read it?"
He nodded. "I did. What I wanna know is why you're so convinced that there's not a snowball's chance in Hell that I'd like you the way you like me," he spoke, reaching for her hand and squeezing it.
She averted her gaze. "...Why would you. I'm just like Margaret," she mumbled.
He snorted in disbelief. "Liv, you are...nothing like Margaret. Margaret is so shallow, and she only liked me because I was cool and she wanted status by association. And maybe sex, but not the point. She was annoying. You….You like me because I was nice to you. Because of who I was to you. And not once were you hanging off my arm like some groupie. You have the self respect to maintain a shred of dignity. You are...so much more smart and interesting than she is in every way imaginable. So just...shut up, stupid."
And in his own embarrassment at saying such sentimental words, Luce reverted to his comfort zone, action, and just...kissed Liv on the mouth.
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