"Thanks for listening today in History, Daisy."
I'm in the library again reading a new book. It's Tess of the D'urbervilles. I've never read it before but it's good so far, I'm a few chapters in. And now Edward Feyson has come in and sat beside me again. I have to admit, I was half waiting for him to come in. He's fun to talk to.
"I'm doing it for my own education, so I guess I should thank myself too." I put my book down and look at him.
He smirks, picking my book up. "Tess of the D'urbervilles. How very a-level of you."
I laugh. "I didn't study this at a-level."
"Have you read it before?" he raises his eyebrows at me.
I shake my head.
He laughs. "Oh god."
"What?" I sit forward. "What? Does something terrible happen?"
He just laughs again.
"Tell me!" I insist. "Does Alec D'urberville die? Oh god, I don't want him to die, he seems nice-"
He laughs harder. "Oh my god. Just wait and see how you feel in a few chapters."
I frown. "I'm really quite concerned now."
"Yeah, you should be." he chuckles, rubbing his forehead. "Anyway, thanks for listening, no matter what your reasons were. It's nice to know that people actually listen to me rambling away."
"You know I never actually said I was listening." I smile to myself as I start doodling in my notebook again.
"What? Are you serious?"
"No. I listened. Kind of. I got that part about Franz Ferdinand."
"I didn't talk about that today." he groans. "Daisy-"
"I'm kidding!" I say, laughing. "I listened to it all."
He grins. "Good. So what's your favourite thing about The Great Gatsby?"
I raise an eyebrow. "You never stop talking."
I'm actually really enjoying the fact that he never stops talking. There are some people you meet in life and you could just talk to them for hours on end. I really like Winnie, she's lovely, but she wasn't one of those people for me. Edward is. I've just clicked with him somehow. I could sit here and talk with him for hours and it's not awkward because I feel like he wouldn't mind sitting and talking with me for hours either. Maybe I'm making that up.
I shrug, looking back at my notebook, drawing again. "I like the fact that there's a character called Daisy, like me."
He's quiet for a moment. "Are you serious?"
I smile at him. "No. I like Gatsby. Gatsby is my favourite thing about The Great Gatsby."
He nods. "That makes sense."
"What's your favourite thing?" I ask.
He smiles. "Daisy is my favourite thing. Well, kind of. I like her's and Gatsby's relationship. That's my favourite thing about it."
"Girl." I mutter between fake coughs and he laughs.
I grin at him, gathering my things and putting them in my bag. "I'm gonna go and study for a while. See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow." he says. "And you'd better listen."
I laugh as I leave and I completely forget Lucy is in my room too. I still have a couple of hours before dinner so I pick up my guitar and play for a while. Playing guitar just seems to help me get all of my feelings out, even ones that I don't want to admit I have. After a very short while, Lucy pokes her head around the door, her eyebrows raised in an unimpressed way.
"Can you please stop playing your guitar?" she says in a dry voice. "You're not very good at it."
I nod, putting my guitar down and my hands up in defense. "Sorry."
She just disappears back behind the curtain but I can't even feel remotely down about that. I guess there's something about meeting one of those people that you could talk to for hours. I just feel really happy.