Meshed

Meshed 5

Meshed 5

Whenever I'll go to the library for my usual bonding time with the beloved books, it'll be like I already died and fortunately went to heaven and met the great Alexander McQueen. In other words, I'm in nirvana.

But nowadays, when I go to the library, instead of having an appointment with heaven's doors, hell smashed right in front of my poor nose. And it's still not 2012 yet.  

God. I know Doomsday's not yet near but why did you send Scarr to ruin my life? Particularly my dear afternoon life?

Ever since I met that messy haired annoyer, (I know, not even a word. But hell. When I think of him, I run out of words and not in good way.) he's been following (more like stalking) me to the library.

Every. Single. Stupid. Afternoon. Specifically five grueling afternoons.

Sigh. See? I've been stressed, Scarr style. Not good for my health.

So, as every afternoon that passed before, I slowly opened the library's door and tiptoed directly to my favorite table. I took out my current Charles Dickens book and flipped it open. I nervously glanced around the room.

Empty quiet library, check. Drooling Mrs. Books, check. Scarr... no check. Wait. No Scarr? No brainy random quiz bees? No annoying Scarr smug face? No..no Scarr? For real?! God is good!

I smiled brightly in my seat and drew a sigh of relief. I began to read my book.

Ahh. I just love the smell of a great literary work in the afternoo-

"Ah. Charles Dickens," Scarr's sickening voice lingered in the air. "And it's the Great Expectations too. Good choice of a1862 book, Avery."

"1861, Scarr," I corrected him icily. Was he testing me? He's so airy. "And I see you're still here to bug me."

"You should feel honored, Avery," he said knowingly then took a sit across from me.

How the hell could he sneak in those clothes without being recognized as an outsider?!

Curiously, we were quiet. Like, really quiet. Is this a miracle in the worki-?

"You aren't from here, aren't you?" Guess the miracle was a hoax after all.

I looked up from my book and stared at him incredulously. "What? You're not going to ask me about Charles Dickens or about Pip?"

"Oh no. I decided to spare you today."

"Apparently I'm not. I thought a wise guy like you could see it from the day we met."

"Believe me, I knew it from the start." He smirked at me and I glared at him in return. What a really fun relationship we have.

"So, why did you migrate?"

"Well, my folks prefer more of a kingdom than a low democratic country," I said dryly.

Scarr shot his eyebrow up and gestured me to go on. 

I sighed in defeat. "It's really cuz they want me and my sis to have better lives. So that's why we packed our bags in Burthery and landed here on Rosenthal. Happy? We really prefer royalty, Scarr," I said the last part sarcastically. 

"Quite and Avery, you're in the presence of royalty." He smiled mischievously.

"More like a royal pain," I whispered fiercely. I hoped he heard it and apparently he did.

"What was Pip's full name?" he asked directly.

"Phillip Pirrip."

"Who was his love interest?"

"Estella Havisham." I then slammed my book.

"And Scarr, if you really like our school's library and if you are smart with dozens of subjects, why not go attend this school yourself instead of torturing me every single day?!" I shouted exasperatedly to his face.

Ever so slowly, Scarr's infamous cheshire smile appeared before me.

Uh oh. Dear God, don't tell me I've unconsciously given him an idea. 

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Today is a brand new day. And later this afternoon's a brand new head ache.

It's Homeroom and I am doodling aimlessly as usual. Mr. Barnes' Homeroom speeches are boring as knitting. So here I am, being a good student and listening to him with one ear.

He was talking about Principal Smith's birthday preparations, yada yada yada, Vien and the soccer team's win in sectionals, yada, another pep rally and about a new student in class.

A new student? Cool. I wonder what she'll be like.

"Come here, boy. You're quite late you know." 

The whole class inhaled excitedly as the new student apparently entered.

Boy? Darn it. I was hoping it'll be a girl this time. Oh well. Now my interest in the new student vanished. Not a girl? Not my business. My doodles are more interesting than the male new-

"I kind of got lost, Mr. Barnes. Sorry."

Wait. I know that voice. I stopped doodling for a while and held my pencil really tightly, still looking down on my notebook.

"Well, it's your first day after all. I'll let you off the hook this time. Now, why not introduce yourself to the bunch?" 

"Gladly. Hey everyone. I am Icarus Scarr. I hope you guys will take care of me." Wild whispering followed suit in the room.

I-Icarus...Scarr? Rage filled my whole body. I then broke my pencil in half. 

I angrily shot my head up and instead of giving off steamed lava of my head, I stared at him for a millisecond and instantly laughed hysterically at the sight.

Clearly, Scarr, you are the smartest guy in the world.