46 Francis (1/2)
The only reason why he had thought of seeking the cooperation of the army was that relying only on his strength and Amandla's, it was completely impossible to clean up Boston in the next 5 days as she had imposed.
However, having gotten a glimpse of Buren's treatment of his potential allies, and knowing only too well that Andrew's clown-like behavior was just a front, Lazar was wondering if it wasn't better to just walk away...
'Looks like we have come across one of his bad acquaintances.' Amandla couldn't imagine that Lazar could have a good relationship with such a person.
She didn't know him well enough to put herself in his shoes, but since she already found Andrew annoying after 15 seconds of listening to him talk rubbish, Lazar must found him unbearable.
The fact that he still had his hand on the wrist of the door and that he seemed hesitant to sit down confirmed this, 'He doesn't like him.'
But this appeared to be only the tip of the iceberg because, beyond that, the presence of this man even seemed to put him on his guard.
Lazar hadn't even paid attention to Buren since he entered the room and although the sight of Andrew's smile seemed to disgust him, he didn't took his eyes off him as if he was the most dangerous person here.
'Why are you reacting like this?' Amandla thought as she noticed the concern on Lazar's face.
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3 months after Lazar had beat up Ben.
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History class was about to begin, it was marking the beginning of another boring Monday morning at the High School of Lazar.
The students were settling into their seats and the teacher was taking her course materials out of her briefcase. For his part, Lazar was slumped in his usual place, at the back row, right next to a window overlooking the football field of the High School which was covered of snow.
He was drawing in a thick sketchbook a wooden house surrounded by a forest of emaciated trees while listening to music.
Although the drawing looked very realistic, he didn't seem satisfied with the result as if a touch of authenticity was missing.
'No, it wasn't exactly like that.' He thought as he erased the entire drawing with the rubber at the other end of his pencil.
An athletic girl barely 1,50 meter tall with light brown eyes, medium-short black hair and a naturally haughty expression grabbed the empty chair next to Lazar while he was still busy erasing his drawing in frustration, ”Francis isn't here, can I sit next to you?” She asked rudely while holding the back of the chair.
♪ Anger shares my life, the more I feel bad, the worse I am ♪
♪ I'm lost, I'm alone in the dark ♪
♪ The heartbeats are violent ♪
She tapped his right shoulder and when she saw that he had taken off one of his earphones, she asked the same question more politely, ”Logan, can I sit next to you since Francis isn't here?”
'Her again...' This irritating girl was Maria Camaggio. In Lazar's eyes she was a vicious, spoiled and self-centered girl who thought she could justify her odious behavior by a supposed kinship with the Spanish royal family.
Despite the fact that their principles were completely different, Lazar was still willing to acknowledge some of her qualities. She was hard-working and much less naive than her words suggested... But that was far from enough to hide the stench of the big pile of shit she was.
Lazar paused the song, turned to Maria and replied with a cold tone, ”No.”
Thinking that she had understood the message, he put his earphone back on and played the song back where he had left it off.
♪ Without you I feel free, without you I feel alive ♪
Contrary to appearances, Maria wasn't awkwardly trying to get close to Lazar by wanting to sit next to him during the class. In fact, she wanted him anything but good.
She was the person with the best academic performance among the freshmen... behind him. And that's where the problem was.