Somebody Else

II | Studying

"We'll be back in about two hours. Then we can all go to the supermarket," Sarah says behind my back as I slam the door to the car.

I hear Nicola agree to what she says before the car speeds off behind us leaving us to stand on the cement stairs of the library. I haven't been here much but it's still as massive as I remember it with two giant rustic walnut doors standing tall, waiting to be entered through.

Nicola grabs one of the bronze handles and pulls the door open before we walk inside. I already see that no one is here today despite midterms being next week. There were a couple of parties on campus that happened last night and a couple that will be happening tonight. So that's probably why no one is here.

We walk through the enormous mahogany bookshelves that nearly conceal the sun's rays shining through the windows and pass a ton of empty tables before we find a table all the way in the back by the row of computers.

"Alright let's get started," I say to Nicola as she pouts but places her crimson backpack on the table to pull out her paperback white sociology textbook.

The session starts pretty well I guess at it appears that Nicola is reading but as she flips a couple of pages, I can see that she is seriously not interested in the chapters of the book.

So Nicola stops, places a pencil in her book and tosses her bright pink index cards in the air making it appear as if it was raining.

"Nicola," I say waving my hand in her face trying to get her to concentrate.

"This stuff is so boring."

"It's not boring."

"Just because you majored in it already and graduated, doesn't mean it's fun for the rest of us Cheryl. Why don't you just take the test for me?"

"No thank you. Now come on."

Nicola groans but she begins to scribble some things down in her notebook now but not with great enthusiasm and soon she stops again. Her blue eyes stare at one word in her book before she looks up at me.

"I need a dictionary," Nicola says to me breaking the silence that has fallen over us ever since she stopped studying.

"I'll get you one but you have to focus."

Nicola nods before I find myself walking away from her and taking the journey to the librarian's desk in need of a dictionary. And just my luck no one is here. There must be this thing about not coming to the library on this particular library that stretches far beyond students and into facility and staff.

Since there is no one to ask, I lean on the wooden counter looking around for a dictionary. After about three minutes I soon realize that the neon orange book I had been staring at was the dictionary and I lean over to grab it.

I make my way back to the table to see that Nicola is now having a conversation with another girl who is sitting in my seat.

"Thanks Chezzie," Nicola says to me when she sees the book in my hands.

"Nic I told you not to call me that."

"So your name is Chezzie?" The girl says to me before my eyes dart in her direction.

Her eyes are so astonishing. They are gunmetal blue, intimidating yet calming at the same time as I study them slightly glinting back at me. There is a tinge of pink that runs under her cool fawn skin which fascinates me even more. If that's not enough for me to get dragged into, there is a strand of her soft golden brown hair that's out of place of her tight ponytail, touching her forehead.