"I'm heading off to the library," I called out to my mother. She looked shocked hat I even knew what a library was. Gee thanks mom.
"You're going to the library? You mean the place with books?" She questioned with her eyebrows rising slightly. I let out a slow chuckle before nodding.
"Yes mom, that's the one. Need a book for a report. If I don't get it I'm definitely failing," I replied.
"Okay, well have fun." She snorted. He amusement was clear on her face. Her almost bleach blonde hair, something I inherited, was tied back into a messy bun an she had on a large Tshirt and sweatpants.
I waved at her before getting into my car, a black Ford F-150 that I had worked so hard for. My parents had chipped in for it too, but I managed to get my half of it. It was way better than sharing a car with my older brother Reid.
Speaking of the idiot, we had gotten into a fight this morning. I scowled at the memory before pulling into the library parking lot. It was empty aside from a few cars scattered about. Whistling and twirling my keys around my finger, I walked over toh the door, allowing the cool air to fan over me as I walked to the counter.
"I'm Beatrice, how may I help you?" A brunette girl squealed. I smiled at her, automatically sending she was one of those to nice for her own good. Not because she's a mousy blonde, but because she seems like she cares about other people's opinion more than her own. I bet more people walk over her than they do the libraries welcome mat.
"I'm just looking for a book on Joseph Stalin," I casually spoke, leaning on the counter. She clacked away, scanning the computer screen.
I adjusted my glasses on my nose. Don't let my appearance fool you; I'm no nerd, if that's what you're assuming. Unfortunately in 9th grade I spent so much time playing video games, my vision went to crap and I was prescribed glasses. There is no way I'm sticking a contact on my finger and stabbing myself in the eye with it. Besides I have really sensitive eyes and they water a ton. My finger won't even reach my eyeball and I'm blinking, creating my own Niagara Falls.
"It's in the sixth row on the fourth shelf." Beatrice smiled cheerful as she pointed in the direction of the shelf. I nodded, muttering a "Thank you" as I shuffled across the ugly tiled floor.
The library was nice. I don't know why I don't spend more time here. Ha, who am I kidding? Sure the library's nice but I'm not one to spend time with my face buried in a book. I'd rather be home, playing video games or sitting on my bed with my laptop. Or at the mall, watching hot guys shop and laugh with their friends. Or outside getting dirty, hanging with my family or my friend April.
I looked up and noticed that the laundry ceiling was high and that the library had a second floor, or at least a wrap around balcony with glass window and couches for u to read on, I'm guessing, I noticed a sign to free wifi and I raised an eyebrow with a slow nod. Maybe I could spend my time here.
When I reached the sixth row, I heard the door opening. Or at least I think it was the door, this was my first or second time being in library for my whole sixteen soon to be seventeen years of being alive.
" I'm Beatrice, how may I help you," the voice from the front desk echoed through the lonely library.
Yeah I was right. That was probably the door. Someone else was here, probably and old lady coming to return a book she'd checked out in 1973. But instead of an old, fragile voice, it was a guys. He didn't sound too old; it didn't have that wise ring to it.
I made my way to a table, opening one of the several books about Stalin that I'd grabbed from the shelf. I started reading one and surprisingly, it was interesting.
I heard whispering but I didn't bother looking up, it was probably that dude and Beatrice. He most likely didn't have a sense of direction. If he did there was no way he'd be here. No one goes to the library anymore, mainly because whatever you need to know you can look up on your phone or on your computer. I don't even know what I'm doing here. Oh wait, yes I do; I don't have a library card so I can't check out any books. I should've just went to a bookstore ad bought the darned book.
I heard shoes walking across the tile floor. When they stopped a few feet away from me, I came out of the trance I was in while reading. I heard the chair across from me screech out. It echoed loudly as I looked up.
I raised an eyebrow at the sight. A guy was standing there with black hair and stormy blue eyes. He had a smirk present on his face and he was wearing a red flannel shirt, which he had left unbuttoned, revealing a white shirt underneath it.
"What?" I asked him, already annoyed with his presence l. This surprised him but he still had that infuriating smirk on. His aura as enough to tell me "player" or something along the lines of fuckboy. I guess I'm good at reading people.
"Well I'm here. What are your other two wishes?" He asked. I narrowed my eyes at him, taken by surprise.
"For Channing Tatum to be my boyfriend and then for you to go back to where you came from," I retorted.
"Your eyes are like the ocean and I'm lost at sea," he stated. I was confused. My eyes are grey. Is this idiot colorblind?
"My eyes are grey moron," I retorted. I know it's not kind or polite to insult strangers, by I couldn't help it
"Can I take a picture of you? I want to show Santa Claus exactly what I want for Christmas," he continued, leaning in slightly. I leaned away, confused as to why this creep was even talking to me.
"Can I take a picture of you? I want to show the police exactly who I'm filing a restraining order against," I snapped.
"How was heaven when you left it?" He persisted, really starting to creep me out.
"When I left I didn't have any proof that God had a sense of humor, but then I looked in the mirror and found it," I barked.
"Do you need a license to be that beautiful?" He pushed, eyes glinting. For whatever reason I was having an intense stare off and verbal battle with this awkward stranger.
"With a face like yours, I wish I was blind!" I spat. He raised an eyebrow before continuing.
"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" He asked.
"No, but it hurt when I crawled up from hell," I bickered.
"Do you have a band-aid? I just scrapped my knee falling for you." The nameless guy replied, unwilling to give up. This was a battle I was unwilling to loose,
"No but I have some salt," I snorted. Who knew you'd get into conversations this amusing at the library?
"Did you have lucky charms for breakfast? Because you look magically delicious," he winked jokingly.
"No I had a bowl of nails... without any milk," I responded.
"Do you think it was fate that brought us together?" His blue eyes twinkling.
"Nope, it was just plain bad luck," I interrupted before he could finish.
"If I was a stop light, I would turn red every time you passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer." He ran a hand through his dark hair.
"Red lights are the only thin I run," I countered. I turned my gaze towards my phone which sat on the table beside the book. It was already 7:36 and the library was closing at eight. Curse the weekend schedule and my procrastination problem.
"If you give me your number, I'll leave," he told me. I eyed him, squinting. I weighed my options. I REALLY need to finish this paper.
"Fine," I replied, tearing a sheet of paper out of my notebook. I scribbled my brother's number onto it. Serves my brother right and it will get this kid off my back.
"I'll call you," he replied standing up and walking over to a guy leaning casually against the counter talking to Beatrice with a smirk on his face.
"Don't count on me answering," i grumbled, getting back to work on my essay. Like I need a distraction
