Boy vs. Girl ✔️

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"So I heard that it took two guys to get Asher off of the locker," Kate giggled, stringing her arm in mine.

"Yeah, the two strongest people on the football team," I snickered, smiling widely.

"You guys talking about 'operation super stuck?'" Hadley asked, as she caught up to us.

"Yup," I answered her, as we all sat down at our lunch table.

"I can't wait to see what he has in store for you," Hadley grinned evilly.

"What?" my eyes snapped up to meet hers, in surprise. He got me, and I got him back. That was it, right? Right?

"Well he's obviously going to try and get you back," Hadley told me, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. My eyes widened in horror.

"No!" I exclaimed, "We're even now!"

"If you say so," Hadley smirked. I looked towards Kate in alarm, but she simply shrugged.

"It's possible," she admitted.

Well shit.

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I walked to the library, donning my regular black peacoat. The cold air still seeped through, sending shivers through my body, and cooling my skin.

I was scared to enter what I had once considered a safe haven, because of the probability of running into Asher. Or Jace.

But books were far too important.

Also I had a paper due in two days, and my teacher just had to force us to use at least one printed reference.

So to the library I go.

Yay.

As soon as I entered the warm building, I felt tranquility slip into my veins. The warm air rushing to greet me had a calming effect that counteracted all of my worries about Asher and Jace and revenge.

Well, almost. Because then I saw Jace. He glanced up to the source of my footsteps as I quickly ducked behind a row of shelves, breathing heavily. It was sad how little physical activity got me so exhausted.

"Kara?" a voice asked from the other side of the shelf, "Why are you hiding behind the shelf?"

Well, shit.

I slowly crept out from where I was hiding, blush coloring my cheeks red, and I shot Jace a sheepish smile.

"Looking for books?" I lied, irrationally hoping he would believe me.

"In the cooking section?" he asked me, with a tone of suspicion.

"Yeah I wanted to try some new recipes," I smiled, in a way that I thought was convincing.

"You? Cooking?" he smirked, clearly not at all convinced. Great.

"Hey, I can cook," I defended myself.

"In foods class, you almost made the boiling pot of pasta explode," Jace told me.

"That wasn't entirely my- wait why do you remember that?"

"I almost burned the skin off my arm."

"Oh," I deadpanned, "oops?"

"Yeah, oops," he scoffed. "Anyways, Asher isn't here, you don't need to hide."

"Thanks," I grinned. Jace rolled his eyes and walked back to his front desk area. He sat on the stool, and opened the book that was laying there before. He had metal rimmed glasses on, and his whole studious look made me want to laugh. And cringe. At the same time.

It was just so damn oxymoronic.

I crossed the room, and made it over to nonfiction section, scanning the books for anything remotely related to Mesopotamian culture. It was probably going to take me a while.

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I dropped the two, heavy, musty, books on Jace's desk, and sighed with relief. I would've said a cloud of dust rose from them, but that was a tad overdramatic.

Jace gave me a bored look as he scanned the books with ease, and piled them back up, in a neat pile.

"Mesopotamia?" he asked me.

"Yup," I told him, "history paper."

"Nice," he commented, as he handed me my library card back, and turned back to his book. I grunted as I slid the books back into my unwelcoming arms and started to make my way back to the doors.

That's when the lights shut off.

All of them.

"Jace?" I asked the empty air around me, my voice timid with fear.

I glanced around, but the only thing I saw was black. I started panicking.

Then I realized I had a phone. With a flashlight.

I tried turning the flashlight on. It didn't work. Then I really started panicking.

Was this Asher's payback? Or was there just a poltergeist? Was it Jace who was pranking me?

I couldn't really answer any of the questions though, because the only thought running through me head was, I'm fucking scared.

So I did the only rational thing, I ran towards the doors. With the books, of course.

And that's when the hands grabbed me from behind, covering my mouth, dragging me from behind. So I did another logical thing (I was on a roll today. Probably the adrenaline kicking in.) and I bit the hand. That didn't do much of anything, much to my frustration.

"I like them feisty," a voice I distinctly recognized as Asher, whispered carelessly in my ear. His hot breath made me shudder, along with the fear of what he was going to do me.

Hopefully Kate and Hadley would know that my death was all Asher's fault. I could rest in peace, knowing that my murder was somewhat avenged.

Asher continued dragging me back and I clutched onto the books in my arms for dear life. The books! Why hadn't I realized this earlier?

I quickly loosened my grip on one, grabbing it by the binding, and slammed it into Asher's body. I heard a groan, and he stopped walking backwards, but he didn't move his hands from my mouth. So I bit him again. And when he loosened his grip, I took the second book and whacked him across the head with it.

It must've hurt because then he groaned out, "fuck."

The lights turned on all of a sudden, and I smirked when I saw Asher on the floor, the book about Mesopotamian culture laying on top of him. Asher just laid there, obviously in humiliation, so I took the opportunity, and slipped my phone out of my pocket.

I took a picture. This was so going on the Internet.

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