Dangerous Infatuations

NEW SECRETS: NEW GUY

CHAPTER 3~~

NEW SECRETS: NEW GUY

Dusk meant the place was getting deserted every second, which was why I almost did an about-turn to get the hell out too, as empty buildings and I are not and never will be well acquainted. Alas, a project already hanging over my head meant I needed to get on with the rest of the class, which was why I was headed to the library at this very minute. On the way, I couldn't help but sulk over how Kane had ditched me the entire day. I wasn't here for an additional week on top of the two months we had been apart already. Couldn't he for once then put me over her? When he had been all alone with her the last week anyways? What was the use of being the so-called best friend if I didn't get any alone time with him? Not even a second of it. Moreover, the one class the third-wheel did not have with us, he had ditched, the jerk.

Now in the haunting recesses of the abandoned library, I bypassed multiple shelves, each dustier than the last the deeper one went exploring along the never-ending aisles. The early day was showing its effect again so that I yawned rather loud. The menacing SILENCE tags swayed all over the place, hanging from the vaulted ceiling to be burnished by the first rays that penetrated reluctantly though the old-fashioned long, lean windowpanes with their now greying black trims. I had never before realised until actually spending time in this horrid place how windows could make for dark and moody atmospheres. All in the shadows, that.

At any rate, the looming tags didn't manage to strike me with conscience for all the broodiness of the shadowy place. I only shrugged carelessly without feeling any guilt. Whatever. There was no one her—Oops, spoke too soon.

With a vague impression of two people getting their frisky on, I was about to leave them to it when, with an inquisitive frown at suspecting something out of place, I peered back and came to a sudden, shocking stop.

"Kane is definitely going to enjoy this." I couldn't help but comment. No, he was not. I would definitely enjoy relating this to him but.

How would I say it?

Your girlfriend, you know the one you broke up with me for, yeah, I found her snogging the new guy in the library.

The culprits jumped apart at the interruption even as my voice echoed around in mad glee.

Almost immediately Melanie started with the defences, when really, the picture screamed that they were caught red-handed. "It's not what you think—"

I smiled grimly. "Looked like cheating to me, but what do I know?"

"Nothing. You don't know anything, Charlene," she threw out frustratedly.

I raised a condescending brow. "I don't need to. Kane might, but I don't." With a shrug, I started to leave. Damn that project. Must find Kane.

"No, stop!" That panicked, shrill cry clanged in the ponderous palace of books, denigrating the place completely. And it was once a church too, or rather, a place of worship for the devil, the late architect being the suspect sort. Mad too, or so people say. But wasn't everyone who worshipped the, would it be the dark lord now?, inherently loose when it came to screws? "Please, just don't say anything to Kane. Not yet. I'll talk to him." The hell she will.

Pinning her with a contemptuous look, I huffed, "Do you think that's going to make a difference? What are you even going to say? How are you going to explain this? Let me guess—that you were helping him wipe something off his lips with—"

"Hell, this place is filled with juveniles," the new guy interposed scornfully. Juvenile? Oh, I couldn't wait for Kane to flatten him to the wall. "Mel, you don't need to explain anything to anyone."