Short Stories

Borrowing Books

James

I flipped my golden blonde bangs out of my eyes, out of habit. I turned the page of my latest "light" reading novel, allowing my conscious mind to slip deeper into the fictional stylings of JK Rowlings.

I was sitting in the library, as usual, not bothering a single soul and making sure my presence was unknown.Things were pretty calm... At least I thought so. That is, until Zack Dragomirov swaggered in and took a seat across from me.

"Sup babe. Whatcha doing here? Ditchin' block three?" I rolled my eyes and turned the page.

"This is my third block," Was all I said, hoping that answer would satisfy Zack's stupid mind and get rid of him for a little bit longer.To my distaste, Zack stayed, smirking at me with his arms folded in front of him.

I felt his eyes on me, watching my every move. Finally, I finished the last book, once again, and got up to go search for another one. I was thinking sonnets or poems. Something like that.

As expected, Zack followed me."Can I help you?" I asked, rather loudly. Good thing the librarian was as deaf as a white cat.

Suddenly I felt myself being whipped around and pinned against the bookshelf, "What are you doing?" I squeaked.

"You know, I never understood why you're so pretty. You look like a chick. I wonder if you are one." Zack grabbed my face and examined it as he said this. I struggled to get away from him.

I was unfortunately unable to move his arms or even move myself. I was stuck. Quite literally too.

"Please," I cried softly, begging, "You're hurting me." My muscles tightened, I felt weak. He pushed himself closer to me, making me feel even more helpless than I already felt.

Next thing I know, Zack's lips smashed roughly onto mine. My lips parted and I felt a rebel moan slip out, instantly regretting it.

Don't get me wrong, it was a great kiss... Well, I wouldn't know, it was my first kiss. Zack was pulling me closer to him, as close as humanly possible. In fact, if we got any closer, you might have thought we were one person.

Finally, I was able to gather up the strength to push him off of me.

"What? What's wrong?" He looked utterly confused. I gasped and panted for breath leaning up against the bookshelf for support.

"You! Why did you kiss me?"

"Because I felt like it." He said matter-of-fact-like.

"THAT'S NOT A GOOD ENOUGH REASON!!!" I made a move to storm away, and next thing I knew, I was back in the same position, Zack's lips on mine, me shoved up against the bookshelf.

I figured it was best to just let him get it out of his system, so I stayed still...

Until I kissed back.

He pulled back, looking at me. His brilliant hazel eyes were laced with confusion and something I couldn't put my finger on.

We stood there, not really talking and still deciding whether or not we were actually going to do something.

Finally the bell rang.

I made a move to go, but Zack grabbed my arm before I could. I flinched, expecting him to punch me or something. But he didn't. He pulled me to him, kissing me swiftly before leaving the room and leaving me alone with my thoughts.

What just happened?

I quickly gathered my stuff and left the library, extremely shaken.

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