Lucifer Marizo
Lucifer's eyes shot upwards to see Deidre come in late. He couldn't help but crack a smile at her as she set up her equipment. But that didn't last long as he was already stuck back into his drawing. Just a few more finishing touches and he would be done. The thought, although it was nice, saddened him slightly. He'd always loved drawing, but never enjoyed finishing. Lucifer shrugged it off and huffed. He shot a quick glance back at Deidre, whom appeared to be hiding her work from the rest of the class. 'Heh, I'm such a good influence' he thought whilst trying his best to hold off a smile.
He loved every member of his clan but Deidre was by far his favourite. He thought back to a time when he actually felt something for her, but that passed within a month or two. Now his attention was focussed on Macy Macdonald. Would he call it love? Nope, but there was definatly something there. He could feel it, but he couldn't tell if she did too. This angered him slightly, the thought of not knowing what she felt or when she was going to feel them in the future. Lucifer, like previously mentioned, had never been much of a patient man. At times, it caused him to push things on people as if to hurry them along, but he couldn't do that with Macy. In his mind, women were especially delicate and indecisive, and if he were to force her into anything then it would not end well for him.
Although humans were weak, they had a tendancy to play with a person's emotions. Whether it be by hurtful comments, the spreading of rumors, lies, etc. And in that departement, Lucifer was weak. He would put all of his feelings into any person that he trusted, and that was one of the many reasons he had been through countless bad relationships.
Lucifer snapped out of his thoughts as he realised he was finished. Sorrow flooded into his deep yellowy-amber eyes. His hand shot up in the air as if to call over the teachers attention. The teacher walked over and gave him 'the look'. He knew that when sir gave him the look, he was not in a particular mood to chat. "Right, I can see you're in a mood, so I'll keep this simple, shall I? I'm finished, I'm leaving" he said in a basic voice, as if mocking the teacher by acting as if he was dumb. Lucifer looked deep into the teachers eyes, forcing him to nod. "Good boy" Lucifer said, standing up and patting sir on the head. He grabbed his bag, doing his usual routine of slinging the strap over his head, then walked boredly out of the class.
Before leaving the classroom completely, he turned to Deidre and winked cheekily. Then he was gone, walking down the hallways until he reached the mens bathroom. He walked over to the mirror and checked himself for any scruffy spots. Lucifer always insisted on making himself look perfect, which is why he mainly wore buttoned shirts and dress shoes to school. He chuckled to himself, then left the bathroom and decided to wander around the halls for a while longer, just until he'd found something more interesting to do.