Love Story #Take 1

Chapter 4

We're in the library. This is weird. I never come here with other people. It feels like everyone is throwing daggers at me with their eyes. Sheesh! It's not like I asked Kevin for his company. Girls can be so......

I'm walking aimlessly around the library now. I've got everything I need. The thought of studying beside a boy -a hot boy for that matter- keeps my feet on the move.

I think I've wasted enough time now. The librarian is sending death glares my way. Okay. Maybe it's time to just face it. Might as well just ignore him through out right?
I grab a seat and pull out my organizer. Yes. I have an organizer. Realizing that I had a lot of stuff to do, I get to work quickly.

It's been an hour since we got here. He hasn't said anything to me. So much for ignoring him. Now I'm the one seeking attention. He seems to read my mind as he looks up from his book.
"Oh sorry. It's just that SAT math is really difficult. "
"Really? Well try me." I sound confident. Too confident. The first time I tried a Math SAT practice test I got a whooping 550. It was horrible.
"Well sure. Let me just bring these out. I wrote down some I came across that were impossible for me."
He pulls out some sticky notes. I notice that there are only three orange ones. In my head that means they're the easiest. I hope...
"Give me that one" I say, pointing at the orange sticky note closest to me.
He passes it. I hurriedly open it. I stare at it for a while. He coughs as an attempt to get my attention. "Well?" he says, with an evil grin on his face.
"I can't do it. In my defense, we haven't done it in class" I blurt. I stick out my tongue at him and fold my arms, facing my books once again.
How stupidly childish.
He lets out a laugh. It sounds awesome, like chimes of little bells or something. I'm smiling to myself now. Why am I smiling?
"Why are you smiling?" he asks me. Oh. Shit.
What is wrong with this boy???
"Oh it's nothing. I just figured something out that's all." I plaster a smile on my face. I hope he can't see through it.
"Well alright." he shrugs. "Let's try another one. I'm sure there's something in here that you could possibly solve."
"Ha ha ha"
I hope he can sense the dripping sarcasm in that. Well, he apparently does. He chuckles a bit and hands me a green sticky note this time. Difficulty level: extreme. I skim through it. It's something about numbers and series and adding and squares and I can feel my head pounding now.
"You know what?" I hand the sticky note back to him "I give up. I'm not cut out for this. As you can see that's probably why I'm not taking the SAT's. Now, let me get back to something I'm good at."
He's smiling at me. No, he's grinning.
"Alright alright." He waves his hands in front of my face. "Just try this one. I'm sure you'll get it right. There are two options. Only one answer is right"
"Well obviously..."
He hands me another green sticky note. I slowly unfold it.
I gasp. There, in bold letters are the six letters and two punctuation marks I was sure I was never going to see in this lifetime.

PROM? Y/N

I think I'm about to throw up a little. I did not want this. I look up slowly. He's turned back to his book.
Oh sure.
Act like nothing happened. I'm sure he's waiting for an answer.
"Could you, um, excuse me for a couple of minutes?" I whisper under my breath. I'm already out of my seat before I even get a reply. I'm out of the library now. I'm running.
Why am I running?
I lost the bet.
I LOST THE BET!!
I'm not unattractive!!
I'm dancing now.
On the walkway. People are looking at me funny. Oh piss off. You have no idea what's going on.

I hurry back to my class with the intention of telling Charlotte. But wait. She's gonna be all in my face cuz I lost. Nah.
She'll have to find out later. Hopefully when she loses. Haha. I go to the bathroom instead. I'm too busy giving myself a pep talk that I didn't realize that I left Kevin at the library. I'm running again.

When I get to the door, I see that there's someone else on my seat. I look a bit closely and I recognize the large head and blond hair instantly.
Britney Smith.
Annihilate the bitch.
I stand there for a few seconds contemplating my next move. I end up going with my usual act - not doing anything. I find another seat and another textbook and get back to my reading.
Nothing is entering my head. My thoughts keep drifting back to Kevin and why on earth he chose me. Of all people. And why that bitch is sitting there talking to him. She's probably drooling all over him. Eww. I look at them over my shoulder. She's giggling at something he just said. Stop it Carla. You have things to do.
Okay.
Reproduction in grasshoppers.

It's time to leave now and I have successfully not achieved anything. I walk up to where Kevin and Britney are sitting, engrossed in conversation. I roll my eyes and quickly pick up my books. I'm walking away when someone taps me from behind.
It's Kevin.
What now?
"Hey! You never came back."
I just want to smack him across the face. Well I don't. I just stare at him angrily before replying rather calmly
"I came back but there was already someone else there. So I figured it'll be rude and found somewhere else to sit."
I turn around to walk away but he grabs me by the elbow. "What??"
"You never attempted the last question I gave you." He's smiling sheepishly.
I sigh. Deeply. "I'll think about it okay?"
This time I walk away and he doesn't try to stop me.

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Hope you liked this chapter. Vote and comment!! I'm sure you can all see where this is leading but amma twist it a little bit.