"Fuck you, girl!" I yelled getting up and walking. I'd rather go home by foot than listen to so much bullshit.
"It's Harriet, but you can call me Harry, princess!"
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I loved telly. I really did, it was a bit of an obsession. However I had always loved movies more, because I had the sensation of closure. You never know how a tv show might end, but a movie had a beginning, a middle and an end. Gosh, the endings were the best part...
What I loved even more than telly or movies were scripts and plays... They were everything to me, like an open book. You could imagine everything with them, the way the character spoke, how the character looked like and what posture they had in the scene.
That was what I was doing in that library: reading plays. I was bored because Zayn didn't want to talk to me after our fight and due to me not having many friends, I was by myself. I liked it though. It was quiet and peaceful.
I was finishing a book of plays by Woody Allen, when I saw two people making out very promiscuously in my favorite session. Of course, as a good citizen, I tried not to look at it, but sometimes my eyes just seemed to slip to that direction. I recognized one of them. It had the messy light blue hair of Anna Maria.
After what it seemed a whole day, they separated themselves to go look for actual books. Anna Maria went to the teen fiction section on the other side of the library and the other person I-still-hadn't-the-courage-to-look-up-at-to-see-if-I-knew went to the politics section and returned short after with a book. The person sat by my side and all I ever wanted to do at that moment was finish my book, so I could leave without any embarrassment and without being noticed.
That was, before I recognized the person. After that, I just wanted to leave before I killed them.
"Hello, beautiful." said the last human being I wanted to hear from at that moment.
"Harry." I muttered, not taking the eyes off of my red book. Not that it was interesting or anything- though it was- but I simply didn't want to talk to that girl, with nice, short, curly hair, nice eyes and with a smirk on her lips. She could be pretty, but she was also annoying as hell.
"So, how are you in this lovely day?" She asked with curiosity and a bit of irony. It seemed like she wanted to talk to me and wasn't about to give up. Well, I could work that on my favor, since I had some questions to make.
I closed my book to stare at Harriet. She was wearing a blue bracelet and a grey Frida Khalo T-shirt for what I could see.
"Good. I didn't know Anna Maria was bicurious."
Harry shrugged off at my comment. "She isn't. She is bisexual. Why should you know?"
I was a bit held back by her rudeness, but then again I remembered how sweet she was two days ago when she put me down for being young. "Because she is my colleague. She should have told me."
