Nobodies [ a. irwin ]

two

a/n; hi guys ok so this story takes place in NYC but it's been a couple years since I traveled to NYC for the first and only time so please keep in mind as you read this book that I do not know the exact locations of buildings, restaurants and etc in the city. Also that the descriptions of places will not necessarily be accurate, which means that even though I described it here somehow, it does not mean that's how it really is in real life. thank you :)

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I had gotten out of school an hour ago so I did as I always did and walked trough the busy and crowded streets of New York City, where I lived, heading to the public library downtown. On the outside, the library was a big white, beautiful building with a flight of stairs that led to the huge entrance doors and just it's architecture in general took my breath away. On the inside, shelves covered the walls all the way from the floor to the ceiling.

I still remember the first time I came here when I was younger, my eyes going wide as I thought to myself, is this what heaven looks like? And in all honesty sometimes I still felt that way.

The shelves were so tall that there were ladders placed strategically in some places to help the librarians get books from high spots. In the middle of the room there were a few wooden tables, which people used to sit down and read or write or etc. The smell of pages of books that I had always loved filled the air and it's familiarity made me smile without I even noticing. I loved every bit of this library. It was by far my favorite place on earth and I felt more at home here than I'd ever felt at my own house. Oh and did I mention I knew this place with the palm of my hand? Because, well, I did.

''Emma, hello!'' Mrs. Anderson, or Glinda as she insisted I called her, whisper-shouted, waving me over with a big smile on her face.

Glinda was an elderly lady who worked here as a librarian. After I started spending basically all of my afternoons here, I started to talk to her more and we ended up becoming somewhat friends. It may sound weird to you that my only 'friend' was an old lady with the name of a character from the book The Wizard of Oz but she was way nicer than the bunch of idiots at my school and somehow the two of us got along pretty well.

I walked over to her, my lips tugging upwards in a small grin. ''afternoon, Glinda.'' I whispered, careful not to make too much noise.

''did you finish it already?'' she asked, referring to the book I had lent from here yesterday.

I nodded, handing her the copy of the first Sherlock Holmes book.

''Sherlock Holmes again, huh?'' she asked, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.

I shrugged, shoving my hands in my pockets. ''Sherlock is my favorite character of all literature and you know it.'' I mumbled.

She sighed in surrender, shaking her head and laughing soundlessly. ''I know, I know. What I think I'll never understand though, is why you prefer to hang out with an old lady in an old building instead of doing whatever kids do these days.''

I laughed faintly. ''Trust me Glinda, I'd much rather spend my time with you than with those idiots at my school. At least you like me, unlike them.'' Those words didn't really have any affect on me honestly, but the look of sympathy on Glinda's face made me change the subject quickly. I didn't need anyone's sympathy. ''I better let you get back to work, talk to you later.'' I said quickly, already turning around and heading over to one of the shelves where I knew I'd find a copy of To Kill A Mockingbird. I knew this library that easily, yes.

After I got the book, I walked to the area where the tables were located. When I got there, I almost dropped the book on the floor because sitting in one of the tables, with his head hung low and a pair of glasses on the tip of his nose, was the mysterious guy of my English class.

It took me a few seconds to organize my thoughts. What the hell was wrong with this guy? I hadn't ever seen him before and now he was not only in my English AP class but also here as well? It was like he was popping out of nowhere wherever I went.

I took a deep breath and made my way over to his table, more and more questions filling my head. I desperately needed some answers or else I might have gone crazy.

When I was standing right in front of him on the other side of the table, I coughed lightly which made his head snap up towards me.

His eyes went wide with what I thought was a mixture of surprise and shock. I took his apparent discomfort as my cue to slide on the chair in front of him.

Even though his full attention was on me, and I knew it was by how tense he had gotten and how his eyes were still wide, I didn't utter a word.

I stayed there for a couple minutes, staring at him dead in the eye while I tapped my fingers on the table methodically, my head tilted to the side and my eyebrows furrowed in deep thought. He cleared his throat and just then I spoke up, my voice firm and blank. ''who are you?''

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