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prompt: i have an assignment due and you're sitting in my favorite place in the library
Sydney had a paper on The History of Roman Catholicism due in a week and she was running late. It wasn't a surprise because she wasn't actually ever following her schedule—she didn't even know why she made those if she was honest—but nonetheless, she was beyond stressed.
She has barely passed the deadline for her economics project that morning and she had a group meeting she was required to attend (she didn't attend the first two so she couldn't afford to miss another one) so she only had three hours to get started on her essay in the school library.
In short, she was on a time crunch, stressed, overloaded with work, and a complete utter mess.
That's why when she reached the library, she almost blew up on spot the moment she saw someone already lounging on her favorite spot.
"Hi," She said, walking up to the boy who was sat across the only couch on that floor and cringed at how her voice sounded: hoarse from disuse and mild dehydration.
"Hello," the boy responded with a forced, polite smile as he hesitantly looked up from the book he held in his hands, seemingly annoyed at the fact that he was interrupted in the first place.
He had messy hair (she couldn't blame him, it was academic hell week) and a boyish charm with the way he sat casually, one ankle resting on the other leg's thigh, but she didn't have the time to admire how attractive he was at that moment.
"I'm sorry if this is rude but I'm really stressed right now because of assignments and you're kinda sitting in the only spot in the library I could actually work in." She said in one quick breath and held it as one of the boy's eyebrows rose questioningly.
"Okay, uh."
"And I'd appreciate it if you moved somewhere else," She tacked on quickly and cringed again because that was way harsher than she meant it to sound. She was stressed beyond belief, she didn't have time to worry about it.
That was until the boy in front of her huffed out a breath of what sounded like part judgment and part disbelief.
"Okay," He said slowly, "That did sound rude."
Sydney didn't have the time to be patient for sassy teenage boys. Even if they were attractive.
She didn't have time for arguing. She didn't have time for anything other than typing down the essay.
"Listen kid," She slammed her hand onto the coffee table between them—her working area—and looked straight at him, "I have 6,000 words on my History essay due by the end of the week and I need this seat so much more than you do right now."
She hoped she was intimidating. Or at least annoying enough to make him leave, but when the boy adjusted in his seat to make himself more comfortable, she knew that she failed.
