The Librarian, Her Lover, And Everything In-between

5. 1

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"Hey," a voice whispered beside me.

Aaron stood by my side grinning like a Cheshire cat that had just swallowed the canary. I found myself staring at his face, admiring the beauty I was graced with seeing.

      His sandy blond hair stood up on end courtesy of the wind outside, but it served to add charm. His nude lips stretched into a smile, and his baby blue eyes surrounded by–

"May I join you?"

I blinked out of my ogling—to my humiliation—and mumbled my apology while offering him a seat. He sat down, drummed his fingers on the table, then stopped abruptly as if he just remembered that we were in a library.

    After some time of uncomfortable silence, I turned to him. "Why aren't you at the party? Why are you here?" I was aware of just how harsh my voice may have been, but I didn't care, sitting here beside one of the most popular students in school was just nerve-racking for introverted me, and so, I reacted the only way I could.

     "You don't want me here—" he asked as he made to stand up,"—I'm sorry, I'll be leaving–"

I suddenly remembered Aunt's condition for working at the library and though, Aaron was not the kind of friend for me—and vice versa—I figured I could start somewhere. Maybe, Aaron could be a 'friend' so o could get my job at the library. He didn't need to know about the condition given me by my aunt.

     "I'm sorry, I'm being rude," I said, bringing him to a halt. He stopped and raised his eyes to me and I continued to speak. "I'm just a bit surprised that you are here. It's not every time people like you come to places like this, or even sit...with me."

      Towards the end of my sentence, I began to trail off when I saw the amused look on his face. I then began to wonder if he'd seen through my plan, but he couldn't have; he definitely wasn't around when Aunt gave me the prerequisite.

         That night, we talked about... things. I found he was quite smart, not just a rich pretty boy with nothing upstairs, and I'd admit, I didn't expect to have enjoyed the time we spent together that night.

Even though I had an ulterior motive.

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"I have to go now. I have to check that what I've ordered has been delivered," I said, standing up and gathering my bags. I was tired of watching my own past be discussed like it was something out of the ordinary, any more of this and I'd blow up.

    "Hopefully, we'll see some other time." Or never, if I had anything to do with it. I rushed out of that gathering, ignoring the calls of 'goodbyes' and 'see you soon' and headed to the library, my head filled with thoughts of Aaron O'Hagan.

     I was very tempted to yell, " curse you, Regina," into the air.

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