The Boy Next Door

Chapter 4

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Colton

September of sophomore year...

"Dude, you know I hate this place." Beck glares at the wide-open space that surrounds him. "The silence creeps me out."

A librarian sitting behind a long stretch of counter in the middle of the second-floor scowls at us before raising a finger to her lips. "Shhh!"

Beck stiffens beside me as his mouth sinks at the corners. "That woman just shushed me."

I glance at the older lady, who is now full-on glaring at us. "Yup, that's her job."

"Why the hell did you bring me here?" His grumbled words are barely decipherable. "Is it payback for something I did to you? If so, I'm sorry. All right? Whatever it is, I apologize. And I'll never do it again." There's a beat of silence. "Can we leave now?"

I roll my eyes—what a damn baby. "Just give me a few minutes. I need to check out a couple of books for an econ project, then we can head out."

"Sounds seriously boring."

He's not wrong. Most of the time, economics is dry and tedious. And micro-econ makes me want to hurtle myself off a cliff. It's a necessary evil for the finance degree I'm working toward.

As we wind our way through a few of the stacks, looking for the business section, Beck grinds to a halt. I stop and raise a brow. I swear to God, if he's about to bitch and complain again, I'm going to punch him in the face.

Then he can bitch and complain about that.

Instead, his gaze remains focused on something in the distance. He's like a bird dog who has spotted, well...a bird. Normally, Beck is a laidback kind of dude. Nothing riles him up, and he's not one to take life too seriously. I'm pretty sure his father, Archibald, attempted to beat the nonchalance right out of him, but it didn't work. Beck is who he is, and that's not going to change anytime soon.

"If you want to get out of here," I mutter impatiently, "then let's move."

"You know what? Go on without me. Baker is over there with Reinholtz and Collins. I'm gonna see what they're up to."

That's when my gaze lands on a table full of our teammates. My guess is that they're here, getting study hours in. By all the joking and laughing going on, it doesn't look like that's happening. And Baker...that guy needs all the study time he can get. "Whatever, dude. I'll swing by after I find what I need."

Beck saunters away with a wave of his hand. "Take your time."

Honestly, I'll probably get this wrapped up a lot faster without him in tow. Just like I suspected, it takes under five minutes to locate the books I'm hunting for. With a big breath, I blow off the dust covering them before pulling each one out and thumbing through the pages. One peek at the table of contents is enough to confirm this project will be every bit as excruciating as I originally suspected.

Fucking economics.

With the books in hand, I swing around, ready to find Beck. As I retrace my steps through the second floor of the library, I spot Alyssa sitting at a table buried in a corner of the business section. It's not exactly the most popular place for obvious reasons, but I guess if you're looking for a quiet area to work, this would be it. For a long moment, I take her in. Her long blond hair is piled on top of her head in a messy bun, and she's wearing a shirt that hangs off one shoulder. There are black glasses perched on her nose.