five :: rewritten

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I began my walk towards the best place in the whole school.

The library.

The place that is unknown to the ignorant but the place where I was my best. The smell of old and new books swirling into my noses as I breathed in the husky smell as I looked through the shelves. Searching for my next victim.

"Hello Louise." Miss Rose said.

Miss Rose was a rather small lady with her grey hair in a bun & glasses at the end of her nose.

I acknowledged her with a nod.

"I've got some of the books that you ordered."

I looked down at her hands to see a bundle of books. My eyes lit up.

"Thank you so so much." I gasped grabbing the books in one hand & hugging her with the other.

"There, there Louise. That's enough now." She tapped my shoulder awkwardly.

I pulled away, looking down at the books happily.

"Thank you again Miss Rose."

"Anything for you Louise." She smiled before shuffling back to her usual spot.

I looked through the 3 books which were The Maze Runner, Love Rosie & Gone Girl.

"The Maze Runner's pretty good." I heard.

I turned to the voice and saw it was someone I was unfamiliar with.

I frowned at them.

"I'm new." They said.

Again, I was still confused.

"My name's Drew." He put his hand out.

I looked at his hand and back at his face & back at his hand again.

"I won't bite. Unless you want me to." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him, turning back to my decision before I was interrupted.

I heard the chair opposite me scratch against the floor. I kept my head down, picking the Maze Runner.

"Good choice." I looked up to him before ignoring him again.

"You don't talk much do you?" He asked.

"Only to people I'm unfamiliar with." I responded without looking up still reading.

He was right, this is a good book. I wonder when I'll be able to finish it.

"How about you tell me your name & then I won't be a stranger right?" His head in his hands, looking at me.

"Louise." I whispered.

"Why you whispering?" He questioned.

"We're in a library dumbass." I replied sighing.

"Oh right." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

He's kinda cute, his black hair in a quiff, his jawline was so sharp it could cut you. Don't get me started about his eyes. They are a beautiful hazel colour & such long eyelashes. It baffled me how someone could be so beautiful. He was like the perfect human.

But then I'm me so that'll never happen.

Want to know why?

Because of a some cockblock named Ashton Irwin.

Just the mere thought of him, angered me.

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