Pretty Girl

{CHAPTER 9} - LIBRARY

She'd love going to the library, it was an escape to bliss, a moment of peace giving her way to clear her thoughts.

Her mind was empty of any distractions since she had a task to complete.

There were three libraries on campus, and she'd always make sure to choose the ones that were partially unoccupied.

There was an energy, this feeling Pretty girl would get once she stepped into the facility.

A feeling like accomplishing anything was possible.

This was the type of mindset she needed most.

Luckily, in one of them it was fairly empty. With no more time to waste she sat where she'd usually sit. Always choosing the closet table to the wall by a window.

I'd assume she was stressed knowing she had an upcoming quiz on Sunday.

Placing her notes, and flash cards in an orderly manor across the table.

Her demeanor changed once she wore her earphones, playing music to prevent any distractions.

She wrote away in her notebook until a light tap on her shoulder startled her.

Keil stood in front of her holding a bottle of water right in her face.

Respectfully she removes her earphones, acknowledging his presence.

"Hey you", Keil said with a smirk on his face.

"Hey", she gently smiled back.

He situated himself across from Pretty girl, breaking the chain of her concentration.

"I was looking all over for you. I did see Abigail, and asked her where you'd be. She said you were studying in the Library, but I didn't know which one so I looked everywhere."

Keil slouched in his chair trying to catch his breath.

"By the way I got you water. I didn't know what other drink you liked."

Pretty girl thanked him as she rested the beverage beside her feet. Unfortunately with having little courage asking him to leave was out of the question.

Thankfully she was confident in her endurance, knowing that he wouldn't be that much of a distraction.

Keil began pulling his math textbooks out of his bag, merging his belongings with hers.

"What are you doing right now?" He asked leaning over to guess the answer to his question.

She lightly tugged her notes away from his peripheral, "Oh just... psychology stuff for a quiz," she guarded it, within her arms.

"Well what psychology stuff?"

"Nothing that interesting," an awkward laugh escaped.

It wasn't an unreasonable request to want quiet when studying for a quiet, yet Keil Barker didn't see it that way.

To him this was somewhat of a date, not ideal, still he could work with it.

Was that unreasonable wanting to spend time with his significant other?

Finally after an excruciating ten minutes Keil cracked open his book, and also began writing notes. Out in front of him was a mechanical pencil, followed by an eraser, protractor, and lastly a compass.

He meticulously measure angles, making sure to achieve absolute perfection. Keil was known to be surprisingly smart.

Gifted I should say.

He had a talent for instantly understanding things.

Many of his peers would turn to him for advice, and with slight reluctance he'd usually help. With this many of his professors would praise him for it.

They'd use him as an example of what their students should strive to become.

During their time at the library, from time to time, Keil made glances at her. Admiring how she managed to do everything with elegance.

Silently praising her. Eyeing her every move was a great way to distract someone.

She tried her best not to notice, on top of feeling less self-conscious.

Trying to focus on writing her study notes, out of nowhere Keil slide her paper in front of him.

"Guess you were right, looks very uninteresting."

"Yep, guess I was right," she answered sheepishly.

Pretty girl attempted to retrieve the paper back by tugging at it.

"Let go", Keil firmly demanded, and so she did.

He examined her notes, while humming in amusement.

"You have nice hand writing, and your notes are really organized," he said with a hint of shock.

She didn't know how to respond to his remark. Instead she forcibly smiled.

Without him noticing her response he continued, "it's just... didn't really expect you to be this organized. I'm kind of shocked."

She gazed at him in pure confusion.

What did he mean by that?

"Well if you ever need help with anything you can always come to me."

After that he placed her notes where they rightfully belonged, and proceeded to stare at her once more.

He tucked Pretty girls hair behind her ear, staring into her eyes, waiting for a word.

Waiting for anything.

In return she did the same.

Pretty girl hadn't the slightest clue what Keil wanted her to say. In frustration, violently he rocked the chair on its hind legs, threading the compass between his fingers.

The silence got to them, causing tension.

The awkwardness of the situation caught up to her fingers, knotting together.

What was he getting out of this? She wondered.

"Keil?", the rocking stopped.

"Why do you really like me?" A question even I wanted to know even to this day.

Locking his sights on Pretty girl he smiled.

"Why?" Slithering closer his hand grazed her scalp. Without any further warning he griped onto her hair dragging her closer and whispered, "Because your pretty, and your mine."

He lightened his grip, and without a second to spare she broke free.

And before she left she had enough courage to politely say "I think it's about time I leave."