Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any (song) names/persons mentioned in this story. This is a fictitious representation of events. Uses are for entertainment purposes only.
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April 29th, 2017 - 8:34pm - Bobst Library - New York University - NYC, NY
Bey POV
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"This is kind of rude but will you help me do closing stuff?" She twisted the ring on her thumb. "I was supposed to be doing it before we closed but I was too busy running my mouth. Do you mind? So we can get out of here faster?"
I nodded. She stood there staring at me before tilting her head. I stared back, growing increasingly more uncomfortable. What was she--"Oh." She needed help.
I stood up fast and knocked my book bag over, spilling out the contents all over the floor. I dropped down to my knees to put everything back. This was exactly the kind of awkward shit I was talking about. She kneeled down to help but I waved her away.
"I got it. It's fine." I blurted out, frantically grabbing my pencils and various folders. I tucked my hair behind my ears as I worked.
"What's this?"
I looked up and was immediately horrified. In between her tiny hands was my journal. My private personal journal with diary entries, poems and songs I've written. I took the deepest breath of my life and leaned forward to snatch it from her but she was quick, holding the journal behind her back. I ended up brushing her left boob instead.
"Handsy are we?" She giggled. "I would've liked to have gone to dinner first."
I was all but freaking out. "Give it back now."
"Whatchu gone give me for it?" She started cracking it open and I panicked.
"Anything!"
She slid it closed and laughed. "I was just playing with you. Here."
I snatched the book back so fast she probably thought I had the blueprints to build a bomb inside of it. Without another word I shoved it, and the rest of my things inside my book bag and zipped it tight.
"Wh-What else?" I kept my eyes low. "So I-we can.. leave."
She smiled. "What do you know about the Dewey Decimal system?" I blinked. Twice. "Well, I'll show you. There's only like 10 books that need to be put back anyway."
I stood to follow her into the stacks, intending to keep my eyes on my shoes but ending up staring at her ass the whole while. What was wrong with me?
