Butterfly

9. Version Of Events.

Chapter Nine: Version Of Events.

♡ Jessica Washington ♡

I've been sat behind this desk for around four hours now, in the practically empty book shop. It's like a library and a book shop together, so there are a few people just sat in here reading, but not many.

Every now and then, I've put some books back on the shelves, in order to stop myself from getting pins and needles in my feet. If I'm not doing that, I'm reading a book behind the desk.

"You look like you're having fun," I hear a familiar voice say, and I don't even need to look up to know that it is River. I roll my eyes, starting to wonder whether he is stalking me.

"I am, this book is quite good, actually," I reply, glancing at the cover to remind myself of the title. The Lovely Bones, what a good book.

"I think I've seen the film," River comments, and I roll my eyes. The books are nearly always better than the films. Books give you description, but allow you to imagine it yourself, whereas the film doesn't really leave much up to your imagination at all.

"Books are usually better," I reply, and River raises an eyebrow. Today, he is wearing a grey beanie hat which covers his dirty blonde hair, which - not going to lie - makes him look even more attractive.

"I prefer films," River states, and I shake my head, as if I'm disappointed in him. He laughs at this, smiling in amusement.

"I'm disappointed in you, book boy. I'm going to have to call you film boy," I tell him, and River shakes his head.

"Book boy is better, it has a better ring to it," River replies, as he grabs a chair so he can sit down to speak to me. It's definitely the alliteration that makes it sound better.

"True," I agree, just as someone walks into the shop. They go to look around at all the books. I slide a slip of paper into the book I was reading to save where I got to, while I speak to River.

"Why are you here, anyway? Not that I'm complaining, but I'm curious," I ask, curiously.

"I had nothing to do, I thought you could use the company," River shrugs, and I smile slightly, before the person who walked in earlier walks up to the counter. They must be around seventy years old, judging by the array of wrinkles around her eyes and cheeks, and the short, curly, and grey hair. She is also holding a brown walking stick, which she uses to help herself walk. She buys the book she is holding, before hobbling out of the shop.

"Well, isn't that sweet," I reply to River's statement, and he smirks slightly.

"Well, what can I say? I'm a sweetheart," River smirks, and I roll my eyes at his statement.

"Sure you are," I reply, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"You'll see," River says with a wink, and I laugh softly, shaking my head slightly.

"So, Tyler told me what happened between you two, yesterday," River informs me, and I bite my lip slightly, sighing.

It's not that I don't want River to know what happened. I mean, I'm surprised he didn't already know, considering the rumours about it anyway. If my name is mentioned, that's the first thing people think of. I just want River to know what really happened, not a lie that was made up to make me look bad. That's what I'm worried about, because the story Tyler told the school is very different to what actually happened. And Tyler and River have been friends for a lot longer than I have been friends with him, which means that River is a lot more likely to believe Tyler's version of events than mine.