Deadbeat

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I walked into the library and inhaled the scent of books.
"Afternoon Mina!" called the librarian, Miss Boyce. I simply waved back, my head finally cool. I went to find one of my favorites, School For Good And Evil, and slumped on the couch. A person stood behind me and stared. Closing the book,
"Do you need something?"
"Chill man just wanna know what book you're reading." he chuckled. I glared and he continued to smile. Holding out his hand,

"Name's Levi. I'm in your biology class." At this I looked up at his face and snorted in disgust.

"Do you remember me?" Of course I remember this asshole. The Vice- captain of our soccer team, also the one who kicked the ball in my face. At this i removed my butt from the couch and went to the teen book section, ignoring the idiot behind me.

"So Mina... am I going to have to play the waiting game with you?" I grabbed Eragon and Eldest off my favorite fiction shelf. I checked out the books with this guy still following me.  "You should probably go home Levi." I said reaching for my bike. 

"Nah, i still need something from you?" 

"Well hurry up and ask then, I have books to read." Grinning he grabbed my hand,

"Will you finish the biology project for me and Joey please?" I slapped off his hand," Sorry mosquito. And my answer is no by the way."

"Why? You obviously have the time if you're reading all those books!" 

"Sorry I don't have time to chat, I got books to read." I kicked off my bike down Fernando and rolled away from the dumbfounded deadbeat.

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