"Let's say one year. That was when Lydia declared it."

Brian eats his lunch.

"What about you Brian? Thoughts, feelings, deeply held beliefs?"

"Hm? No, I'm good."

Poke, poke.

"So Brian, how's the car coming?"

"It's not. Hey Jacks, did you hear anything from the lawyer yet?"

Juliet eats her lunch and looks out over the rest of the cafeteria. Anything interesting happening?

Is people talking to each other interesting? There seems to be a lot of that.

There also seems to be a lot of people sitting alone.

She picks up her lunch and stands. "So. It was really nice to meet you guys. But the camera beckons. I'll see you in class, Jackson?"

"See you later, Salvatore."

She dumps her leftovers in the bin and looks around the room, analysing it. Hm. She walks over to one of the corners where she can get the best lighting, and takes out her camera. She starts taking pictures. Mostly of Erica, and anyone else she's interacted with through the day.

After a few minutes, this seems to have attracted the attention of a fairly large boy who's heading straight for her.

He doesn't look pleased.

...she pretends she doesn't notice him and keeps taking pictures.

"Are you sure you're supposed to be doing that?"

"I'm supposed to be eating, I suppose. But this is more interesting." She restrains the urge to take a obnoxious photo of him standing in front of her.

"Mhm. How much would it take to get you to stop taking pictures of people without their consent?"

"Oooh, a bribe. Hmmm," she looks him up and down, "...you're really good looking. How about I just take pictures of you?"

He turns his head slightly, as if listening for something.

"Right, like I buy that. Five dollars if you cut it out in the cafeteria. School events and extracurricular activities are fair game."

Juliet pouts for half a second, but then laughs. "Ah. It was worth a try. It's fine, I'll stop, no need to pay me." She slips her camera back into it's bag and then holds out her hand for a shake. "I'm Juliet, and I was not lying about the good looking part, but I'll drop it if it makes you uncomfortable."

"I won't question your taste."

Out loud.

"I'm Boyd. Just Boyd. You might hear something else, but it's Boyd."

"Well. It was very nice to be bribed by you, Just Boyd. Now can I bribe you into showing me the way to my next class?"

"I think I can do that. Schedule?"

She hands him her schedule, looking very gracious. Look how gracious she is.

"Gym next, alrighty. I'll lead the way."

And he does.

"Good luck with Coach Finstock. He can be...well, good luck."