Her and the Basketball Champion

chapter 31

Eliza

Silence surrounds me as I sit, reading a book on the comfy beanbag chairs that are crowded around together in the middle of the library.

I finished school around an hour ago, and I needed some peace, and a quiet mind so I can have a peaceful nights sleep. I havn't been getting good rest recently, and i have no idea why, but I intend to do something bout that now before I look like a zombie who just rose from the dead, died again and woke back up.

I decided to come to the library to read, it lets me escape from reality more easily than when I'm in a Cafe or in my bedroom. There's bookshelves all around me and I feel like I'm in my own book world. It's comforting and relaxing.

I turn the page on one of my favourite books, The bone Season series. I have already read them once, but am now rereading them, because I loved them so much the first time I read them, and I want to feel the same way I did then.

I sniff, rubbing my eyes with the sleeves of my oversized hoodie, feeling tiredness settle in. I need to catch up on sleep big time.

I decide to close my eyes for a few minutes, moving around to get more comfortable in the beanbag, falling deeper into it's embrace as I lean my head against the sides of the cushion.

It feels like a second before I'm being shaken awake. I sit up, blinking to clear my blurry vision, and looking around to see who woke me up from my amazing sleep.

I narrow my eyes when I see a familiar head of black hair and piercing blue eyes stare straight back at me with what seems like anger on his face.

Why the fuck is he angry with me.

I notice his hand resting on my shoulder and he looks down, following my eyesight, pulling his hand away quickly as he realises the position we're in.

I'm still lying down on the beanbag, and Jonas is towering over me, his face so close to mine that I can practically feel his breath on my face. Wow he smells so good. 

He moves away from me so I can get up and I stretch my legs, rolling my shoulders before turning to glare up at him. He's still looking at me, and I see traces of anger in his eyes still, but it seems to have faded a bit. 

"What are you doing here, and why did you wake me up because I swear to god, I was having the best fucking sleep of my life before you decided to ruin that?" I whisper shout at him, aware that we're still in the library, and I know how annoyed the librarians can get when someone shouts in here.

 "You were sleeping in a public place. Do you realise how dangerous that is? You could have gotten robbed, or worse, killed. You're lucky I was here to wake you up before any of that happened." 

My eyes widen in shock at his words and at how dramatic he is being, and I roll my eyes at him. "So you're saying that you're pissed at me for fucking sleeping. I'm in the fucking library, and I highly doubt that the wrinkly old vegetables over there would carry a gun around with them. God, you're so dramatic." I gesture to the librarians that hover nearby as I speak, and shake my head, turning to tidy away my things. I'm too tired to argue any longer. 

I bend down, retrieving my book that fell down at some point while I was sleeping, and shove it in my tote bag. I need my fucking bed right now. 

I get up and turn around again, seeing that Jonas is still standing behind me with the same patronising look on his face, like he's a parent scolding their child. Well, I'm no fucking child. 

"What now? You're really starting to piss me off. I'm tired and just want to sleep, peacefully without anybody waking me up, so if you wouldn't mind," I raise my eyebrows expectantly, waiting for him to respond so I can go. Actually, I don't need to wait.