We're Not Linking! (MxM)

Chapter 4

*MENTIONS TRIGGER WORDS IN THIS SHORTER CHAPTER

*FORCING SELF UPON ANOTHER

Nachum's POV

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"We're mates by fate, Nachum!" Enoch protested, as he gripped onto my shoulders. "I don't understand how you can't accept something that you won't be able to escape. Why are you so self centered?!"

I snickered snarkily, but the words still angered the hell out of me. Why am I so self centered? Because I just don't want a fucking SOULMATE. If he was allowed to ask those questions to me, why wouldn't he accept the fact that I don't want a SOULMATE which means he should go find a new one? Oh, and you're gonna suddenly say, because you explained to us that no one can live without a soulmate, so then you suddenly deny wanting one. Do I have to explain myself? Right, I don't need to, which means I don't need a soulmate either.

I asked my elective teacher if it was alright if I spent two class periods of my time in the library. I needed to cool myself off before continuing the rest of my school day. Thankfully, he allowed me under the condition that I'd help the librarians out with book sorting, so I agreed.

I entered the library and signed into the system as I walked towards the librarians' desk. They greeted me quite softly as if it was your grandmother's cottage. "Hi, my name is Nachum Valerie Jackson. I believe Mr. Hartt sent me to assist on book sorting."

"Ah yes, follow me." one of the librarians stood up. I believe her name was Mrs. Lopez. A bit shorter than I was. Her light blonde hair was curled to her shoulders making her look like that very pretty and nice petite woman who treats you like a grandchild of her own.

She directed me to one of those study tables which were not too large in space, but it was enough to fit boxes of books. And boxes of books it was, she had mountains of several new copies and new series on two of those tables. I gawked at the quantity. It was impressive how much funds the school provided for the librarians to buy this many just for selfish students in this school to read. I felt terrible. One day, some random students will get bored and scribble or rip these books apart with elementary kid behaviors. I frowned upon that thought.

"It's rather a simple task, yet it'll take a while." She warned me as I nodded. A note in case I suddenly give up, great. "I want you, young man, to sort them by authors' last names in alphabetical order with me. Please put them on the shelf and check the order if they are a series. It might possibly take you more than how much you plan on staying. I will give you a tardy pass if that's the case."

Mrs. Lopez gave me a smile, and I began working. It was quite a long thought. I had to look at every book and their call number, sort them into piles. For example, Albert going to A and Alexandra also going into the A pile. It would be much easier than setting them into alphabetical order right away. The librarian saw what I was doing and raised an assumption of her theory about my organization procedure. She asked if it was correct, and I replied right away.

"Yes Mrs. Lopez, I am placing them all in A-Z piles before sorting each pile into alphabetical order." She raised her head and called me clever. The librarian began doing the same as I did. I was glad, and it took less than I thought it did when we began sorting the books into the bookshelves.

It took around two class periods as expected. I was allowed to stay in the library for a little longer. It was enough to avoid Enoch for the first block we're in together. I sighed in relief and decided to study before I bid them farewell.

I left the library and shut the door as quietly as I could. I took a longer turn and headed for a bench, since it was going to be a bit more than minutes before the next bell rings.