Underground

3

Estelle
After about three months of non-stop English training, I finally mastered it, well, kinda. I still couldn't pronounce most foods, and I had a slight accent, but Logan assured me it sounded British and most people are attracted to the Brits.
Also, Nigel bought me an apartment, so I didn't look like a mooch, but I still went over to their house for dinner as it was walking distance.
Because I had all of this free-time, I spent it at the library, reading, and reading the endless selection of books there.
All the titles and authors swirling together made a beautiful design that was pleasing to the eye.
I haven't discovered a favorite book, so I always search and try to find one, like I am now.
I search the bookcases high and low and pluck books out one by one, reading their back then shoving them back into the shelves.
I walk up to the front desk and stand next to a guy asking for help and wait.
"Yes miss?" The librarian says, pushing her bifocals up on her nose.
"Do you know any good books?" I ask her.
"You should ask someone else, but if it helps any, My favorite book is the Chronicles Of Narnia." The librarian answers.
I nod, and walk away from the desk, on a search for the Chronicles Of Narnia.
I walk endlessly through the aisles on a search for the books the librarian had suggested.
Until I stumbled across a very familiar person.
August was standing facing the bookshelves, looking intently at the books.
My eyes widen slightly and I turn and face the bookshelf. Plucking a book out of the shelf, trying not to look painfully out of place.
The book was called, The Endless Trials, it was written by Casey C. Dober.
"That book's quite boring, endless, as I'd like to call it." August's voice says, I look up to see him casually leaning against the book case.
My breath hitches and I look up at him. "Thanks." I say, sliding the book smoothly so it fits into the rest.
"It's nice to see you again, Estelle." He says, walking towards me
"Likewise." I say, nodding his way.
He smiles. "Trouble finding a good book?"
I nod.
"Good, because anyone in their right mind digging through Casey Dober's books, probably needs therapy." August says.
"What's wrong with her?' I ask, tilting my head.
"She's a terrible writer and quite promiscuous, I've met her, all she wants is your body." August rambles. "If I had a dime for every time she tried to get into my pants I'd have a dollar."
"Geez, you sound like Logan." I blurt.
"Logan? Is that your boyfriend?" August asks.
"Lord no, she's a friend." I answer.
"Oh, good." August says.
"So, do you know any books that I can read?" I ask, folding my hands behind my back and leaning forwards.
"Well, you can always read one of my books." August suggests.
"And why would I do that?" I say, shamelessly flirting a bit.
"If you do, I'll give you my number." He flirts back.
I could feel my heart hammering against my rib cage as I grab my phone out of my pocket. "Deal." I say, as I hand him my phone.
He puts his number into my phone and changes the contact name to 'August :-)'
He hands me my phone back. "Follow me." He says, then turns on his heels and runs.
I laugh then run after him, following him through the twists and turns of the library.

Eventually, he stops in an aisle, and turns and looks at me.
I dig my feet into the ground and stop an inch from his chest.
"Here we are." He says, stepping back.
"Which ones are yours?" I ask.
"All the ones that say A. Jones on the spine." He says.
I smile. "Which one should I read?"
He reaches up and slides a book from its place in the case. "This one." He hands me a book.
On the cover were a bunch of clouds and a girl in the center, she was clutching a knife in her hand tears strolling down her face. It was titled The Price, with a small August Jones at the bottom.
"It's my favorite thing that I've written, one of the most popular, too." He says.
"Looks good." I say.
"Text me what you think, or you could call me, of course." August says.
I nod enthusiastically, running over the cover with my finger.
"Okay, I'll be sure to." I say, turning on my heel.
I walk to the front desk and check out the book, then leave the library.

I walk to Nigel's house, August's book in hand.
After about a minute of walking, I push open Nigel's door.
At the table sat Jackson, his face buried in his hands, a beer bottle just in front of him.
"Jackson?" I ask.
He looks up from his hands and gasps. "You're okay?"
"Yeah, I just went to the library." I say, pulling out a chair at the table. "Is everything alright?"
"No, everything is not alright." He sighs, taking a drink from his beer bottle.
"What's happened?" I ask him, reaching out and placing my hand on top of his.
"She leaked it." He says.
"Who?" I ask.
"The receptionist, I gave her my lab results of you, and she leaked them and now they're going viral." Jackson says, taking another swig.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"You're going viral, and it's dangerous." Jackson answers.
"Does Nigel know about this?" I ask.
"He does now." Nigel says from behind me.
"Nigel, I am so sorry, I didn't mean it." Jackson says.
"It was the receptionist's fault, don't beat yourself up over it." Nigel says, sitting at the table.
They both sigh.
"What should I do?" I ask.
"You should act normal I guess, and maybe get a disguise." Nigel suggests.
"She's not going to go around wearing clown clothes all the time!" Jackson objects.
"No, not like that, jeez when you drink, your brain goes to crap." Nigel says.
"Well what're ya gonna do to 'er?" Jackson says, a fake Irish accent rolling off his tongue.
"We'll cut her hair, maybe dye it." Nigel says.
I take my phone out, and turn it on, tapping on the news app that Nigel had downloaded for me. And right there on the front was a picture of my files and a picture of myself.
"Maybe the haircut is a good idea." I pipe up.