Carry On

Chapter 2: Serial Killer

I push the returns book cart through the cramped isles, sinking down to my knees to return the books to their correct spot.

I have been working in the library every summer since freshman year of high school. It's not the best job out there, but it's enough to give me some spending money for the year. Kaidynn works part time here too. I don't know why since her parents give her anything she wants.

The phone rings and I run to the desk to grab it. I barely get there, all out of breath, and it's a wrong number. Go figure. For some reason, every time the phone rings since going to that club, I am hoping it's a certain brown-eyed man, even though I know he has no way to contact me. He doesn't even know my name. And I really doubt he's even thinking about me anymore. I sigh, and shuffle some of the papers around on the desk.

"What's the matter, honey?" I smile at Mrs. Robinson, before grabbing her books to ring them up. She hands me her card.

"Just boys." She's smiles a toothless smile, reaching out to touch my cheek. She's always had a problem with personal space.

"You are too pretty to be stressing. You'll find the right one, don't you worry."

"Thank you." I push the books back toward her and she shuffles toward the door. My phone rings and with no other people needing help, I head to the back room to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, girl!" I shake my head. The only person I know who can be this cheery after a hangover is Kaidynn.

"Hey. What's up?"

"Nothing, I'm laying in bed, doing nothing. Are you almost done?" I glance to the clock and back around the library. Mondays are always slow.

"Yeah. You want me to come over?"

"Nah. It's your place tonight." I sigh, knowing where this is going. Every time Kaidynn wants to stay at my place it's because she wants food without having to make it herself. Most nights I don't mind, but I already did her a favor yesterday. 

"Twilight marathon on?"

"Soon. It's starts at 4 and we still don't have pizza."

"How about you pick up the pizza? I'm actually working for my money."

"I work!"

"2 days a week!" We are both laughing. Kaidynn's work ethic has always been lacking. She's smart, don't get me wrong, but she took the regular classes all through high school. After graduation, she took classes at the community college with me but not enough to be full time. Now that I'm done with them, I doubt she will enroll for the next semester. She doesn't know what she wants to do with her life. She's young, and she's got the means to slack off for as long as she likes, but I wish she would take more initiative. 

"Please?" I can picture those stupid puppy dog eyes that I always fall for. With another sigh, I give in to her.

"Fine, but you owe me." I can imagine the smile plastered over her face at this small victory, not that I ever win. Kaidynn wears the pants in this friendship. 

"Alright, what?" I scratch at my hairline. 

"I'll think of something." The bell over the door chimes from in the other room, alerting me to someone entering the library. "Listen I gotta go. We'll talk later."

"Don't forget the pizza!" 

Later that day I carry the pizza in one hand, balancing my purse on the other arm, the keys to my small house in the other hand.

My house isn't anything fantastic. A small 2 bedroom town house that my grandmother had picked out for me claiming, 'You'll need the extra bedroom for the baby!' It's an everything room, where I shove stuff that I don't need at the moment. The kitchen has been redone as a halfway through college present, but the bathroom is still bright yellow. The living room isn't very large, but there's a spectacular bay window in my smaller than average bedroom where I can read. It's not much, but it's all mine. It got me out of the house with those two crazy ladies.