Adrift

Chapter 8

November felt all sorts of icky over the events of the weekend. So much so, it trumped massively over the butterflies she felt on being held the way she was, or freaking out over the close proximity with the one person anyone would've yelled at her for getting in the way of. She didn't know Hunter, she mused.

He looked scary and daunting and terrifying and like bad news but she didn't feel any of that at the library. She didn't know how she felt but she knew it wasn't that. That being with him wasn't anything at all like how Amelia described and she wondered about all the infamous stories about him that were spoken in the most hush-hush sort of manner around his mysterious aura.

But November could never devote proper attention to her thoughts regarding him. For whatever reason when she thought of that night at the library all her thoughts fast-forwarded to the point of the last thing that Hunter says before he disappears.

That Sean was the girl's brother.

The girl's brother!

She knew it would be easily defendable as foster siblings or foster brother but is it any the more justified? Morally okay? Or even what are the sick psyches that come into play when they actively find it as a major turn on to hold such taboo relations.

It made her so icky so uncomfortable and so disgusted and so much of so many other things she didn't know what to make of it. And now that the weekend was over, and there was a decent chance that she'd have to run into either of the couple made her wince visibly.

She was beyond glad that the dude, Sean, never really found who it was who had walked in on them, because he just seemed deranged to her. She wondered why there was so much talk about Hunter and none about this rich, blonde, prep school kid, who bangs his own sister.
Foster.

Doesn't matter.
November felt pukish anyways on withholding this information and even more so when she catches Sean's blonde head making his way to a very particular popular noisy table seating more kids like him in varsity jackets. The word pseudo-incest, felt dirty in her mind and in her thoughts and she couldn't help but wonder just how twisted the notoriously rich kids in this school could get.

"Its 7 am." says Amelia seating herself opposite to November with an iced coffee she always seemed to have in her hand.

"Try not to look so disgusted so early in the day." she says winking, sipping her drink.

November's lips immediately curls into a smile and just shakes her head dismissingly.

"SO, what is it that we're so disgusted by?" Amelia asks, and November ponders over the question. Should she confide in her just what happened over the weekend. She wanted to tell her about how different Hunter seemed from what everyone made him out to be but she couldn't do that without indulging in the more disgusting details from the night. And no matter how much of a clean look Sean had going on for him, she knew he wasn't safe. So going with her better judgement November decided to keep that piece of information to herself. No good would come out of spreading something like that around anyways. 

"Just feeling out of it today" she says instead.

Amelia shrugs it off and goes on and on about her weekend, giving November the most intricate of details, that November couldn't help but feel so much at ease with Amelia. It was a pity that she had a different major and they couldn't spend all their time together but November soon considered that was for the best as well. She couldn't imagine anyone spending that much time with her and still enjoying her company or even just looking forward to it for the very least.

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After a long day of classes, November made her way to the library. She wanted to erase all previous memory from the last time she was here. Maybe not the part of Hunter's inked arm snaked around her waist, keeping her in place. Just the very last part where Hunter ruins it all for her. That's right she muses to herself finally deciding to herself. It was all Hunter's fault. If it weren't for him she would have never known and would have happily kept the story of some random young couple going at it at the library and it would have ended there. As it should have.

She sits behind the reception of the library with a big huff, dropping her back down.

She checks her task card that Mr. Chantale had dropped in for her and sets out to dust, arrange, assort and display all sorts of books. Humming to herself as she makes various entries of all the books she previously added to the bookshelves, November suddenly couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. She dismisses the feeling and forces herself to get back at making entries when Amelia jumps up from behind her with an elaborated "Boo!"

November pales and a gasp escapes her lips before she regains her composure.

"Amelia! You had me so scared!"

"I know! it was perfect, it was everything I had hoped it would be." she says with a dreamy look passing over her eyes.

November exhales a sigh of relief.

"You can just hang around here while I flit through the rest of these books, I won't be long."

Amelia mumbles an incoherent 'mmhmm' her focus shifted back to texting and November gets on with her work.

Humming to herself, she hears shuffling behind her and wonders if Amelia is going through the piles of books again.

"Amelia?" November calls out, "Maybe not mess with the piles, it does take time to sort them out you know."

"Amelia?" November calls out again on getting no response.

Resigning back to work on the conclusion she may have gone back out, November jumps when a sneaky "Boo!" From behind her, startles her.

"Amelia!" She exclaims upon spinning around but turns to stone immediately upon seeing who it actually was.

.

.

"I- do we know each other?" November asks, hesitantly.

Although the unmistakable mop of blonde on top of the guy's head was reminder enough for her. She was treading cautiously hoping Amelia was still around. It was too late to be this alone in front of a guy that radiated nastiness.

She was overcome with the worst ick possible and was becoming increasingly desperate to put as much distance as she could between the two of them.

And he well, he seemed to have other plans.

xxx.