COY MISTRESS

CHAPTER 1- MIA

I walked past those familiar looking shelves known to me for the past twelve years. Picking up the rustiest looking book, I settled in the coziest corner of the library, with the strong desire to make at least a little progress on my history assignment before heading home tonight. I soon enlightened myself with lives of King Charles I, II, III, and IV. So, Just as I uncapped my pen to take down notes of what I'd just read, my phone blared with the familiar voice of Miley Cyrus singing "Party In The USA". Panic- stricken I gathered all my things and immediately dashed out of the library door. My reflex action was followed by an angry librarian shouting death threats.  I exited the library door in haste and walked towards the exit absent- mindedly, perturbed by the recent events . Deep in thought, and unconscious of which way I was walking, I dashed into a very huge boulder and was knocked off my feet. I soon noticed A messy- looking, tall, body- builder guy, who uttered a few words of apology. I wondered as to why he was apologizing and blankly stared at him expecting that he would enlighten me with the reason, but he just continued to apologize. He extended his hand to help me onto my feet which I simply ignored to avoid giving this random guy the benefit of noticing how clumsy I was and how much of a tomato I looked at that moment. Instead I walked past this weirdo towards the exit as fast as my feet would carry me. My mind repeatedly dwelled over these thoughts and I was lost in thought once again thinking hard as to why that weirdo was apologizing. Flashes of his appearance repeatedly hijacked my mind and then....it struck me! that's it, I was knocked off my feet not because I dashed into the boulder but because I dashed into this weirdo's balloon-like huge biceps. As soon as this thought occurred to me, I felt the hot rush of blood into my cheeks, I felt sudden hatred and loathe form in my head towards that weirdo, how could I be so stupid, not to understand such a simple thing I scolded myself  internally. However all these thoughts cleared away as I entered my room and the familiar smell of cookies tingled my nostrils...