Hollstein: One Shot Prompts

Required Reading

Laura and Carmilla are seniors at Silas high. Laura is the school journalism nerd, Carmilla is the school rebel who loves the occasional read. While the two are chilling in the school library, Carmilla spots Laura and decides she really wants to get her attention, but doesn't know how to approach her.

Carmilla strides into the school library one Monday morning, a backpack with a plethora of books sits on her back. Her eyes scans the room as she walks, searching to see if anyone had taken her spot.

No one did.

She smirks to herself as she sees that and rapidly moves to make her way to the small corner of the room where a couple small chairs and a table sat. She sat herself onto one of the seats and adjusted her positioning until she felt comfortable, her back slightly reclined while her feet were perched up on the small table students sometimes use to place their coffee cups on. 

She puts her backpack on the floor- the librarians have given up on arguing with her to leave it outside- and takes a book out of one of the pockets. A first edition philosophy book is the lucky selection that day and she once again relaxes into her usual position and begins reading.

Not long after she begins reading, a small blonde girl comes bouncing into the library and quickly makes her way into the non-fiction section. She walks back out of it with a history of Silas book and makes her way to the area across the way from where Carmilla is sitting. 

Carmilla lowers her book so that she can look over the top of it at the girl that came in. Nobody ever really comes to the library during class time other than her and a couple of other people, but this girl looks to be doing some sort of research for class.

Carmilla's eyebrows raise slightly and her eyes become a little brighter upon seeing the girl. 'She's gorgeous....and cute..' She thinks as she takes in the blonde's appearance. Small, yet confident stature, brunette at the roots while the rest is dyed blonde, brown concentrated eyes, adorable fashion sense. Carmilla was taken by her. She wanted to go up and talk to her...then she thought about it a little.

Sure, Carmilla may cause trouble in class but talking to others hasn't really ever been her thing. She gets nervous, her breathing feels shorter, she suddenly feels shy and like the world is closing in on her at the thought of even talking to anyone one-on-one who isn't family. She's not used to being able to confidently talk, nobody has really ever been very interested in what she had to say. And those that were left as soon as they found out what type of life she lives at home. 

But...Carmilla really wants to talk to the blonde. Carmilla feels a compelling need or pull to talk to the blonde. But her mind won't let her. Her anxiety is too consuming, she can't just walk up to her and talk, it was terrifying for her. She sinks into her seat in defeat, crushed that her stupid anxiety is keeping her from talking to a cute girl. Her head falls to her backpack on the floor, and her face lights up with an idea. 'I'll just get her to come to me!'

She tears through her backpack, trying to find something other than one of her first editions to toss at the blonde. Her hand finds her maths workbook and a small smile appears on her face as she quietly tears out a page and rolls it into a ball.

Carmilla has her book in one hand and a paper ball in the other she brings the book to hover next to her face and lines up her shot. She throws it...

And she misses.

The blonde's head shoots up at the sight of the paper ball flying past her head and her eyes dart around, but it seems no one around was responsible.

Carmilla holds the book in front of her face. "Fuck fuck fuck, shit." She mummers under her breath, her aim was usually great but the one time she actually wants it to be good it becomes completely crap! She sighs and lightly hits the book against her forehead a few of times. 'There's always tomorrow I guess....'