Be My Mascot

Chapter 40

Not proof-read, sorry. I'll edit the mistakes tomorrow.

Chapter 40

Bailey's POV

After my last class of the day, I pack up and make my way to the library. I've been meaning to come here all week, but never found time. The end of the year test for my physics class is next week and I need to study as much as I can. I can't fail this test.

The professor had recommended specific books that will help. I brought my notebooks that have all the notes I've taken in it.

My phone is drawn out from my backpack and I insert the black earbuds. I set the music on shuffle and close my eyes for a few seconds while walking the pavement.

My actual train of thoughts and common sense finally come in and I take out one earbud, remembering the last time I got distracted by the sound of music. I almost got hit by a car, but thankfully (and somehow) Brandon pushed me out of the way of a speeding vehicle.

With just one ear receiving the acoustic song, I trail up the wide stairs to the main doors. The library is filled with students, most likely preparing for these tests just like I am. The old woman at the front desk looks beyond flustered as she tries to check out every person's selection of books while the line rapidly grows. Even though there are a multitude of people in the large building, it's rather quiet. I can still hear the faint page flicker.

I stop the waves of music that once played straight to my ear drums. I focus on the call number of the specific books my professor recommended. I'm in the complete opposite side of the vast library.

I sigh, quickly finding a table nearby to rest my backpack. My shoulders ache in pain from carrying around heavy materials all day. I slip my phone in my pocket, not risking having someone steal it. My pink colored notebook peaks out from the slightly unzipped part of my bag. I take it out, sitting down, but promising myself that I'll go find my books in two minutes. I pull out a pack of markers, continuing my drawing that I started last night. The red ink touches the paper where I drew with pencil. I trace the design carefully, smiling to myself.

I'm such a kid.

Or a little girl with a massive crush on the coolest boy in class.

I'm so immature, but I really don't care.

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My ballet flats make no noise on the carpeted floor. I glance around at the numerous book shelves. They reach high up to the ceiling, at least six meters. Ladders are clipped on to the front for people to reach any books on the upper shelves.

I finally find the correct bookcase that is storing the call number I'm looking for. In a soft whisper, I count along the numbers, trailing my finger behind each one I've passed.

"Three fifty-one...three fifty-two..three fifty-three.."

Three fifty-four pops out, and I skim the titles to find the dark skinned book. The cover has a big atom along with the title. The heels of my foot touch the ground once I retrieve it from the bookshelf. I slide the thick book under my arm once I dig out the sticky note where I wrote down each call number on. The next one is in the five hundreds's. I turn the corner, making my way to the destination. One down, four more to go.

I find the bookcase that holds my next studying tool. My eyes peer up to try and spot the correct book. There are so many in here, maybe even over three thousand. I would hate to have the job of organizing all of these.

My attention is so focused on the wide range of books, that I don't notice rather loud footsteps approaching me. Two taps on my shoulder cause me to almost drop the heavy physics book in surprise. I twist around to see Niall grinning at me.