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School was out and Devi couldn't be more excited to get home and try to get some rest. The nightmares had been getting worse, and she'd been sleeping a lot less. Her books in hand, she started heading home as quickly as her exhausted body could manage. Not paying much attention to her footing, and being one who is prone to being embarrassed, she tripped on the last of the steps outside, falling onto her chin and sending her books and papers into the air.

She picked herself up, her chin was bleeding and her papers were scattered everywhere as a stampede of students stepped on her belongings. A few turned and laughed, and Devi started muttering under her breath. Something about slitting their throats and ripping off their ears or something along those lines. She was too tired to lose total control.

She started looking for her papers and books, but couldn't be seen in the crowd of shuffling feet rushing out of school.

"Thank you," she stated under her breath, and then repeated a little more loudly. She wasn't very good with first encounters - especially with boys her age. They usually consisted of her silently staring at them, cracking an inappropriate joke, and getting angry when they are creeped out by her. She has a few friends of the opposite sex, but they're more of kind acquaintances than true friends. As such, her interactions with the opposite sex in recent years have been limited, to say the least.

"Thank you for helping me, nobody else would," she said nervously, trying to be a wee bit more assertive. This was a big step for Devi, and would have been a greater moment if she weren't so obviously bleeding from her chin. "Yes, thats all of it." She didn't really look to check, but she didn't want to bother the boy who was being so nice to her already.

D-Did he just call Devi 'pretty?' At sixteen, this is the first time she had been called that term by a boy before. Her felt her face turning bright red and she did her best to control it, hiding her face in behind one of her books, trying to think of what to say next. Does she say thank you? Or is that strange? Does she smile? Does she say something nice back? Yes. She should do that.

And so, Devi made her first attempt at flirtation.

"Thank you, you are very pretty too," she said, then flashing the most awkward uncomfortable smile to have ever existed. It looked more like someone was stretching her cheeks towards her ears more than performing the everyday human ritual of smiling. It was not very attractive, especially with the bleeding chin.

Devi nodded and finally rose up onto her feet, standing up...short. Even standing, she still had to look up at the boy, but she was a short girl. "You said you have a first aide kit in your car?" she asked redundantly. She had heard him clearly the first time, but she really wanted a band aid to cover her bleeding chin. Her parents had always told her not to follow strange boys to their cars, but he seemed plenty nice and didn't seem like he was going to hurt her.

Besides, he called her pretty.

"No, I'm a junior," Devi said, answering his question. She continued following him to his car when she realized that he had given her his name. She should reciprocate. "My name is Devi. Well, its Devorah, but if you call me that I'll have to cut you up and kill you." That came off creepier than she meant to, and she knew that those types of jokes were often not well received. "N-not literally. I was only kidding."

Devi sucked. At life.

"Are you graduating soon?" she asked, trying to change the topic.

Devi frowned briefly at the 'Devo' comment, but she didn't want to say anything. She couldn't tell if he was making fun of her or just making jokes, but he was being so nice to her and helping her find a band-aid that she pretended not to care. Nonetheless, she fidgeting her fingers, a little frustrated.

She accepted his offer to sit, and upon doing so noticed how filthy her legs were, probably from the fall. Hopefully Damian hadn't noticed! She started to brush herself off frantically, not wanting to be perceived as the type of girl who will allow herself to get covered in filth.

"What are you doing after graduation?" Devi asked, thinking it would be an appropriate follow-up question to her last inquiry.

"Antiseptics," she said. She knew it was more of a pain (literally) but she didn't want to leave the wound dirty. Hell, just the very thought of leaving it that way bothered her. She perked up a bit when he mentioned she played the guitar. There was something about guys who played guitar that she founded to be so...dreamy.

When she was in her pretween boy craze days, she used to have posters of various boy bands on her wall, and she always swooned over the guitarists. "Do you like to play electric or acoustic?" The fact that there was a difference between the two was about all she knew about guitars, however.

A rare, genuine smile swooped across Devi's face for a few short moments as he called her cute. Cute and pretty all in one day? And from a guitarist? She was getting overwhelmed by his flirtations.

The smile faded as soon as the swab touched her chin, and she immediately flinched. She let him clean the wound, but it still stung even though she tried her best not to show it. "I don't sing," she said, trying to ignore the pain. Damn. Why couldn't she have a singing talent? Better to be honest, though. "Not well, at least."

"I'd like to hear you play sometime," she said, taking one small step for man, one giant leap for Devi's social life. She wasn't one to take the initiative in making plans for social interactions, especially amidst flirtation.