Lucy shrugged at his remarks. "It wasn't your fault. I just had to take care of something. That's all." She turned around and glanced once more at the purple haired girl before taking in her surroundings fully a second time. She noticed a boy with a green and black scarf chewing away at his lunch, but other than that, nothing outrageous. Good. If her theory was correct, this would be a very difficult year. And she needed as little distractions as possible. Other wise...

She clenched her chest unconsciously but loosened her grip when she realized that this Seth was [b]still[/b] talking to her. 

"The name is Seth Parker. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable earlier, I'm not going to impose myself on you if you'd rather I leave you alone. I just was hoping we could get to know each other a little better. You seem different from most of the students here, and not in a bad way." 

Lucy gave him a hard look this time, her eyes almost drilling into his. "Listen closely," she began. "I'm different, I'll admit to that. But not in the ways you'd think I am. Tell me Seth. Do you cherish the life you have now? Would you ever give up this kind of normalcy? This normal life?" Without waiting for a response, she continued. "That's what I thought. Don't talk to me. Don't look at me, don't get near me, don't be associated with me. Otherwise, I can't guarantee you won't get hurt. That's all."

She closed her lunchbox, signaling that the conversation was over. She didn't exactly know why she had warned him. The most likely reason that came to her mind was she didn't want to get him involved. She didn't want anyone involved. Her tone was it's regular coldness, but this time, it was laced with a serious nature. Best to be enigmatic and end all ties early then to have someone screw up later.

As if answering her thoughts, Mr. Henderson returned to the class, announcing the end of the lunch period and that all students take their seats. Lucy took out more notebooks as she once more began to focus her energy on her studies. She would glance occasionally at the clock, willing the time to go faster. She had things to do after school. Dangerous things.