sparks | henry creel

001

I lay on my back, enjoying the silence. I stare at the sky-lights that introduce the billion of stars and constants, being hidden by the daylight. My arms are crossed and so are my legs. "Excuse me, is this... The library?" A deep, but fragile, voice says. I sit up and see a tall figurine behind me. I look up and see how attractive he is. Immediate sparks fly through my body, it's like his energy is radiating towards mine. He just notice it too, because he immediately steps back.

I realize he has asked me a question. "Uh, yes, this is a library." If he wasn't so hot, I would've called him stupid for asking me if it's a library when we're clearly in the back of a library. There's books, like, everywhere. "Okay, thank you." He gives me a small, and I mean small, smile before walking off. Not before looking back at me one more time.

God, Heather, knock it off. He's definetly too old for you, he doesn't even look like he's seen the light of day for a good portion of his life. I shake my head before  grabbing my books and walking towards the front of the library, where, ironically enough, is where he is.

I stop and hide behind a bookshelf. He's talking to Stacey, the typical librarian. "Excuse me, I'd like to sign up for the... book club?" He asks with a raised eyebrow. So he is a student. He's too tall to be a sophomore like me, but too... Mature to be a senior. Jesus, you hardly know anything about the guy, he only spoke a sentence and you're already determining if he's mature or not.

"Okay, and what grade are you in?" The librarian asks.

Why haven't I seen him around? Is he a ghost? Oh come on Heather, that's a stupid question.
Who is he though?

"I'm a... Sophomore. This is my first day here." I giggle silently as he says sophomore like soap-more. He looks around the room, his eyes lowered like usual. This time I see his beautiful eyes, and how pale his skin is. I also notice his outfit; it looks like he just came from a nuthouse. Completely white outfit, no color whatsoever. "Okay, we meet every Thursday after school until four. Do you have someone who can pick you up?" She asks. "I will walk home." I will?

The librarian gives him a sheet of paper and walks away. He stands there, his eyes scanning through the paper, though I can tell he isn't actually reading it. I come out of my hiding spot pretending as if I wasn't just stalking. "Hey, you're in book club too?" I ask, and he looks over to me, although our height difference is more to where he's looking down to me. "Yes, I have just signed up." I have? What is up with this guy's vocabulary?

"You mentioned this is your first day. Is this your first day... In school... In general?" I ask. His eyebrows furrow, and I must've struck a nerve somewhere. Though from what I can tell by this guy's body language, he doesn't know how to show emotion.

"What is your name?" He asks. "Heather." I continue walking, hoping this guy will catch on to the social-clue to follow me. "My name is Henry. Are you a soap-more too?" He asks. I smile. "What is wrong?" He asks. "Uh, it's Sophomore." I anunciate the word. "Oh," he smiles. A little bigger then the first smile he did. "I guess I know now why the woman back there looked at me funny." He chuckles.

"Henry, do you have your class schedule?" I ask. He pulls a piece of paper from his pocket and hands it to me. Henry creel.

Holy shit.