Her

Chapter 2: What The- Oh You Again

During lunch that day, I wasn't in the mood for eating, so I went to the library. Usually, people in my position, with my social status, would care about their reputation. I didn't. Everyone was too scared, or admiring of me to care about anything I did. 

Nothing would ever change that. 

I exhaled, relieved to be away from people, not that I'd ever tell anyone, and ran a hand through my hair. I wasn't really the reading type- it just wasn't my thing. However, I'd pretend to read, or browse books, to get away from food and the pressure of people cowering and smiling.

The library wasn't huge, but it wasn't small. It was average sized, but just big enough to lose yourself in. Metaphorically, of course. 

I went to the fiction section, trailing my hand along the books and make tsk sounds under my breath. A few book titles caught my eye, and I paused long enough to read the backs or jacket covers of them. "Cut me open and tell me what's inside..." I sang under my breath. In my real singing voice, so I pulled it off. Bring Me the Horizon would always be better, but I didn't sound bad.

I reached to grab a book off of the shelf- the Fault In Our Stars- but it flew at my shoulder before I could touch it. The last time I had checked, I hadn't been a wizard. "What the-" I looked into the space where the book had been, into the brown eyes of the girl before, "-Oh you again. What are you doing here?" 

I should have been concerned that she was throwing books at me, but I was convinced it was an accident by her flushed cheeks and dropped gaze. "I- I don't have to tell you that." she lifted her chin and held my intense stare. "I'm sorry for dropping the book on you. Could you please put it back?" 

I raised an eyebrow, and bent down to pick it up. "This?" I straightened myself out and held it up for her eyes. She nodded, and started to walk away. I didn't want her to leave. She was different. 

"I could put it back, of course. I think the better question is 'will I?'" I said, walking around to the other side of the shelf, book in hand. She stopped walking and her head turned slightly in my direction. 

"Aren't you going to ask me?" I asked, smirking. She turned around and glared at me. For the second time that day. Except she had a reason this time. 

"No, I'm not going to ask." She stepped forward, and reached for the book. I pulled back before I realized what was happening. If she put it back herself, then she would leave. She needed to stay.

"Ah, ask nicely. Either for me to put it back or for me to give it to you." I chuckled at the innuendo, "The book, of course."

Still holding it high above my head, I ran my other hand through my hair. She glared more intensely. "Will you please give me the book?" She asked through gritted teeth. 

I smiled. "Of course." 

She reached for the book and I pulled back. "Right after you tell me your name."

"Why should I tell you something you don't care about?" She asked, again with the gritted teeth. 

"Ah, maybe because you're wrong? I care about knowing your name. Care to tell me?" I raised an eyebrow again, smirking.

She crossed her arms and sighed. "Look, you're the one with the book. If you don't put it back, or let me, you'll be the one to get in trouble. I'm leaving. I don't have to tell you my name, and you have no right lying to me. 

"But since I'll never talk to you again, I'll forgive you. Have a great life." She shot me an awkward smile, with both eyebrows raised. 

She turned around to leave, but I grabbed her elbow before she could walk away. "You don't know me. You have no right to assume I'm lying. I do care about knowing your name, for my own reasons."