The Librarian, Her Lover, And Everything In-between

4. 3

   "Wow! So what happened. Did she fulfil the condition?" Emma asked. Her curiosity vexed me seriously, 'causing me to wonder how and why a person could love so much gossip. What was there about gossip anyway? Emma—I'd found out her name—fed off of each word that fell out of Regina's mouth.  I would not have been surprised to find a shrine dedicated to Regina in her room.

     "Oh, she did, and she made sure to make a really good friend. She somehow managed to snag one of the hottest guys in school."  Red turned to face me, and a smile which I mistook for friendliness slowly became cold and malicious. "So, Anne, how did you manage to get him to be your friend."

        I blinked, stunned at how quickly the affairs of the afternoon had changed. In that moment, I decided to never get involved in anything that had to do with Red. For now, I planned to end this. "I didn't do anything at all, I–"

    "Right, she didn't," Red said, putting on an act of having just remembered something. "I remember now. Here's how it went..."

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I'd always wondered why Aunt wanted me to have friends, why she always felt the need to make sure I had friends.

    Of what use were they, anyway? I'd seen the kind of friendship that existed between the 'populars'. Even amongst the ordinary students of Fairweather Highschool. It wasn't the kind of friendship I wanted. And I wasn't going to find it here in Fairweather High.

        I really wanted this job, though. I wanted to work to earn something. I wanted to experience the thrill of independence. The problem, now, was how. How was I going to–

     "Are you alright?" a voice, which I assumed belonged to the person I'd just walked into, asked. "I'm so sorry, I–"

"No, it wasn't your fault," I immediately assured the boy standing in front of me. I frowned as I tried to remember who he was and where I'd seen him before.
     How could I forget such trivial things at just seventeen years old. What was going to happen when I was much older? What did this train of thought have to do with remembering the guy standing in front of me.

    "Anne? Are you alright?" He enquired again. He knew me? I looked up into worried baby blues.

"You know my name? How come I don't know yours? Who are you?" I rattled off questions, eliciting a smile from him.

"Yes, I know you," he retorted. You don't know me 'cause you rarely get involved with social activities. And I am Aaron. Aaron O'Hagan."

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     Aaron O'Hagan. I remembered him so clearly, how could I not?
 
    Then, there were three O'Hagan families in town at that time, all three families were rich and influential when it came to everything to do with town, all three O'Hagan families were snobbish, and all three O'Hagan's didn't move around in circles that I moved around in—probably because whatever circle I moved around in was non-existent.

      I had immediately moved out of his way when he mentioned his name to me and made my way over to the place I was seated before Aunt called me over.

    He followed me to my seat.

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Well, how was it? Time is 11:31 pm, and I'm really sleepy. I hope this chapter was okay.

      Aaron O'Hagan. Who is Aaron O'Hagan? And what does he want with Anne Cohen? Let's find out in the next chapter, but for now, I'm off to sleep.