Darcy wasn’t hungry. His tray sat untouched aside from where one of the meatheads had slammed his fist into the table while arm wrestling with meathead number two, jostling everything. Rolling his eyes at the pair, Darcy had propped one elbow on the table, his chin resting in his palm, and his phone in the other hand. Head down, he returned a few texts, disregarded a missed call from his brother, and was about to say something to the girl next to him when someone sat next to him.<br/><br/>Normally he would have ignored them. Everyone knew where they could and could not sit for the most part. Darcy had made it clear that his table was reserved, and anyone who didn’t belong was made aware of it. Hearing his name though, Darcy looked to the girl,<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>.<br/><br/>Instead of answering, Darcy put his phone back in his pocket and pretended not to yawn.<br/><br/>“Charlie, right. Lesia told me all about you.” He played with the folded up napkin before him before letting his eyes drift to Charlie, studying her. “How is she by the way? Spreading rumours yet? Or is she waiting for something special?” A smirk fell on Darcy’s lips, but slipped away as Charlie brought up what had happened this morning.<br/><br/>“I simply introduced him to the real world, a good lesson. Not everyone’s going to play nice. It’s best to start early in learning that.” Darcy’s attention had gone to watching a fight breaking out on the opposite side of the cafeteria. “Sometimes you just need a push to see that.” He added with a small shrug. “Anything else you wanted to lecture me on, princess?”