Library Things - By Amber Grace

2; You can't fuck a helmet. That wouldn't be... straight.

I really should learn to drive.

Sand-pit audibly scoffed from beside me. " I guess you're driving us to Woodcreek." He mumbled.

"Us?" I glared. "I can't drive, and even if I could, whatever makes you think I'd drive you to college?"I sneered.

"I thought you'd do it out of the kindness of your heart. If you can't drive," Jeremy said in his Oh-so-hot voice, " I guess I'll drive us to Woodcreek."

"No you won't! We can't drive to college together!" I said hotly.

"It's a shame, indeed, but I guess the college will just have to put up with it." He said, fake- gravely. "We don't have time to discuss on this."

I stood glued to the spot, forming a comeback. Before I could shoot a comeback at him, he was seated on the bike and had the engine whirring. "What are you waiting for, Christmas? Hop on already." He said, impatiently clicking his shoe on the ground.

That was when I saw Judy's white helmet resting on one of the library's window's sill. I smirked evilly  to myself, picked it Up, walked up to Sand-pit and plopped the helmet down his head. He turned around and smiled, "Yeah, safety first."  He mumbled, strapping it.

If only he knew, the back of the helmet read in black, serif, all caps- ' BOYS ARE DUMB'

I sat behind him, adjusting my backpack behind me. I glanced at my wrist watch. "Uh-oh. We only have 5 minutes."

He sighed.  "Hold onto me, we'll be picking quite some speed." 

I saw his back and shoulders tense as I encircled my arms around his waist. He smelled of earthly musk . I felt... funny in my stomach. 

The bike raced against the wind, tearing at our faces. A few strands of his dark curly hair peaked out of the white helmet.

"So," I asked, "Whatever did land you a job at the library? What crime this time, Sand-pit?"

Jeremy Lionel Sanders' unnecessary magnetism to trouble was no secret. The whole of Woodcreek could list down a minimum five times he'd been bailed out of prison by his mom. But considering she hadn't forgiven him on this one, it had to be bad. It was almost like he didn't love drama, the drama loved him.

"Oh, I might've maybe caused all of the janitors and um, about a third of the faculty to erm... resign." He said coolly.

"Holy fuck!" I laughed. "Details."

"Request denied."  He said monotonously. "Are you taking the chemistry test today?"

"Why, is it Optional? " I sneered.

"Not that it is, but I thought you'd...Wanna skip it?" He smiled mischieviously.

"God, no, I need the extra credit." 

"Oh, Dev, no extra credit can save you and your all time low grades!" He Mused.

"Dev? Honestly? Besides, You're one to talk. You're flunking four Classes for crying out loud!" I said, heating up.

"How would you know? Keeping a watch on me?" 

"For fucks sake! The teachers Announce it!" I glared.

We pulled up at the entrance to Woodcreek academy. The huge oak gates had been thrown open, students rushing into the towers, some dropping papers onthe Way, all too rushed to miss the first bell.

I got off the bike, and rather discreetly pulled My phone out of my front pocket and clicked a picture of Sanders in the helmet, making sure the slogan on it was visible.  I hastily captioned the picture→

 Jeremy Sanders now thinks boys are dumb  🤔 perhaps, he forgot what he is...

Wait. Are we even sure he's a... boy?

And, with That the picture had been posted on Instagram. Jeremy, oblivious to what had happened, handed me the key.

I scrammed from the spot.

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Jeremy

I slid off the helmet on My head,  and, to my pure horror,  saw the words 'BOYS ARE DUMB', printed on the back.

This little devil. Wait - she was nowhere to be seen.

I was beyond infuriated ,  slammed the helmet onto the bike when I felt a pat on my shoulder. "holy- Is that Maxwell's bike?!" 

"Hey, E." I greeted Eric dully. Eric Bryne, my best friend, has been hopelessly crushing on Judy Maxwell since day 1 at Wood creek. She's an entire year above us, total tomboy, taller than Eric ( Maxwell is almost 5'7, E is 5'4 ) and  she is more of a man than E will ever be. And he believes he has a shot with her, when his 'flirting' consists of being a stuck-up git to her. Maxwell doesn't date. As a rule.

"That doesn't  Answer my question." He said sternly. " Is it her bike or not?"

"It is."

"How'd you get it?"

"Long Story."

 " I've got all day."

I proceeded to narrate all of the days happenings, leaving out how amazing Malone smelled- fresh pineapple and burnt coffee.

"Don't tell me you wore- That." Eric pointed to her helmet. 

" I did, unfortunately."I replied glumly.

Eric pulled out his phone and after a few clicks, squeezed the screen to my face.

A picture of me with the helmet had gone viral.

"Fuck Malone. Fuck Maxwell's helmet." I spat.

" I suppose you could Anger fuck Malone..." Eric said in deep thought. "But you can't fuck a helmet! That wouldn't be... straight.. I mean. unless you're not.." Eric trailed off.

"Oh no you didn't! "

 "I did because I can!" He gloated primly.

"Oh, I'll show you !"

And I chased him into the building before  cornering him and beating him with my shoe.

" I'll head to class." I said, when I was done. "You better go see the nurse."

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