Breaking the story

The snob

The library wasn't empty. What in the Waters of Love was this? It was always empty. Except when Nathan was here. The shelves were still standing in an ordered fashion, the goldy glow of comic book hidden within their lines. But I could make out the shape of a head and hear the rustling of pages.

I made my way forwards.

"Nathan?" I called, unsure how he would be able to transport himself from the cafeteria to here in a few minutes. Unless there was a scene here. I checked my body but...nope. I was still free.

The rustling stopped and I approached the shelves. I felt strangely attacked. This library was for awake people only. Who had dared to disrupt my space?!

A pair of fancy golden glasses and a mop of stylish red hair assaulted my eyes. Oh, it was the Uber Snob from the other day. His nose was so high in the air it could be touching the ceiling and was that a designer label peeking out from his jacket?

He glared at me as if I was the intruder.

"Oh, it's you," I said, glowering at him. For an unbearable snob, he looked far too good. I was surprised he wasn't a main character. His eyes were so dark they could be black and he was lean and fit, as if he played a sport.

I looked at the book he was reading. Economics for experts. Go figure.

"I don't believe I know you," he said coolly, throwing a disgusted look my way. But, just like before, I was in no mood.

"It's Beatrice," I said, with a sigh of the long suffering. "Not that you would remember. Now, can you politely get out? I need my quiet time."

He watched me quizzically, as if I was a cat who had started talking. Now, that would be a fun comic! Puss-in-Boots instead of this garbage.

"Since you don't own this library, I won't be leaving," he retorted with a curl of his upper lip. "And we haven't met before."

"We have, buddy." He looked scandalised at the word 'buddy'. "You were really rude before so I'm just returning the favour."

"We aren't friends," he said, backing away. I stalked towards him, freeing my own inner Lucas. He had the edge on stalker. The snob was starting to look really annoyed.

"I don't know who you are but I'm not interested," he snapped and I stopped in shock. He thought I was...hahaha. I already had Prince Charming following me around, I didn't need this guy.

I burst out laughing.

"I'm not interested in you, buddy," I said, chuckling. "Snobby rich boys aren't my thing."

He opened his mouth to say something but shut it again.

"And what sort of book is that?" I said, giving the Economics book the side-eye. "It's not exactly light reading."

"W-what book?" He asked, shaken. His expression had morphed into something more normal: the dazed look of being hit by a train. I had been wearing that expression a lot lately.

I gestured at the boring book. He stared at it as if he wasn't sure how it got there.

"Oh..right. Yes," He reasserted himself. "This is for my...class."

"You sure about that, buddy?" He looked angry again. Oh, this was fun! My day was looking up.

"I'm not your buddy," He hissed at me. He was holding the book as if he was about to bash me with it. I wondered if injuries disappeared after a scene.

"Don't you want to be friends...best friends?" I asked, giving him my scary as hell smile. He stared at me again.

"No," he said with finality. I sighed, my glee at annoying him fading. I pushed past him and wandered through the shelves, searching for Waters of Love. Come on, terribly named story, come and find me...