Arus was surprised she looked sorry. He looks at her softly. She was beautiful and seemed to be beautiful in more than just looks. "Why do you look so disbelieving? Nobody likes bad luck...nobody likes dorky looking guys either. I don't really care on the second thing. I don't think I'm good looking even without my big framed glasses. I might be I just don't have that sort of confidence." He says truthfully. Scrunching his face and wrinkling his nose cutely. Obvious signs of distaste. "What is wrong with girls who get their nails manicured?" He asks. Looking at Talyia. "Your nails are beautiful and correct me if I am wrong but I am pretty sure those are all natural. Natural beauty is something to be cherished. Fake beauty is someone who goes out of their way to be someone they aren't. To portray a beauty they aren't inside." He frowns a bit. "Not with me she wouldn't. I don't like girls like that. Fake. That is what girls who get what they want...whenever they want it are...they are fake. Girls who are different from that don't always get what they want. I like the ones who actually try to be something in life. Not the ones who like getting whatever they want when they want it. That just isn't how life is."<br/><br/>He was being very serious. He didn't like the ones who weren't being themselves. He looked at her. Shaking his head. "No...it is truth. I have never had good luck." He says softly. "I have always had bad luck with just enough luck not to die. As well as to be a musical prodigy. I have been told I am like putting three of the greatest musicians of all time together. Those three are Bach, Beetoven, and Motzart." He says softly. Shaking his head. "I know it. I don't want to believe that I am a living embodiement of bad luck. It is just how it seems."<br/><br/>He was beyond confused by the comment that he had a bit of good luck. His eyes widen and a big smile crossed his lips. "Not bad for most of my life in general. Let alone the first day of school." He says with a light laugh. Taking some of his food into his body. He didn't eat much...ever. Yet he was naturally built like he was. "I am a bit lucky to have a beautiful girl for a friend." He says. Flushing slightly at his own words. He rubs the back of his head with a happy grin on his face. He smiles at her and blinked. The smile fading. "I wasn't flattering. I was stating a fact. I say it as it is most times. If I said you were beautiful like I have several times...I really meant it. Flattery is a game of words used by players...that is what my mother once told me."<br/><br/>He looks at her and thinks. "Would you like to go get dinner and a movie with me? I will pay. I have plenty of money. I just have no one to spend it on or share it with." He asks. His words coming out a bit shy but he wasn't used to asking anyone on what is essentialy date.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Stephanie made her way to the table. Sitting next to her best friend. She was the soaker of words. The embodiement of gossip. She eyed the foot ball players like they were suckers but in a sweet almost seductive ways. Looking back at Lucy. "That new guy...Arus...Arus Lancer..." She started out. "He is literally like the three greatest composers put in one teenage guy. You know Bach, Beetoven, Motzart. The guy is a living young music prodigy." She says. Relaying to her the masterpieces he played. "He played the song we are doing in class by ear. BY EAR! That means he didn't read the sheet music. He said he can't even READ sheet music. Yet he played the entire song like he had but his eyes were closed the ENTIRE time." She looked around and gasped. "He is sitting over there with your sister!"</span>