Chapter 4
Tiberius's P.O.V
For once I'm not in the library with my nose in a book; unfortunately, mother made me go explore in the outside world. So here I am enjoying, not, nature. The park is full of people, varying in age, who are just hanging out in the annoying sunlight.
Normally when I go into the light of day, I bring a book (or six) with me, however my mom decided to take away my library card privileges. And she locked up my book case, making it unreachable without a key.
Without a book to hide my face, I have nowhere to hide my social anxiety. Reading gives me an excuse to have people leave me alone; nobody would approach a reading guy right. It's usually a very true statement however I have no amazingly intriguing piece of literature to fall into the realm of.
Sitting in the grass and bathing in the unbearable sunlight is even more boring then waiting for someone to chose a book; just pick one, they're all great. I, however, have found that falling asleep is a great coping method to block out the idea of socializing.
The only problem, I might have had a little too much coffee this morning. In conclusion, I am currently sitting, on a blanket, in the park, simply observing people behaviours. The way people act, their nervous habits, can tell so much about a person and their personality.
One guy, on the other side of the green, wears a leather jacket in the blistering heat, most likely to hide something. Or he could just have the body temperature of an ice cube, which is very unlikely. He seems to be waiting, impatiently, for someone; but who.
Observing people became one of my favourite activities after mother decided to lock up my precious books more than often. I find I soothing to know that i'm not the only one with crippling social awkwardness.
The person, more like pretty girl, leather jacket was waiting for decided to show up; from far away she was pretty, I wonder what'd she'd look like from up close, heavenly. When she turns in my direction, I see the easily recognizable piercing eyes of mystery girl.
What the hell is she doing with some leather wearing, bad-boy, wanna-be; sorry excuse my not-so-noticable jealousy. Sinking lower into the blanket I laid down to soften the ground under me, I stare, so intensely it would be rude if she were to catch me.
They pair begins to move, in my direction. Fight or flight mode takes over, and counting by the size of leather boy's arms, I think flight is winning the argument. Gathering my shit into my arms; just about to leave when....
"Book Boy," a calming voice drawls.
"Mystery girl," I turn around slowly, only to see my angels face accompanied by leather boy.
"So," she teases, "have you been hitting the bookshelves."
"Wait," interrupts Leather boy, "You two know each other."
"He's my book boy, you know my friend from the library," she points out as if it's no big deal.
"Nice to meet you I'm Tiberius," I extend my hand.
He takes it, "That's a name, I'm Sin."
Disappointed that the love of my life already has one, I wave them goodbye, off to bask in the sadness that is my freshly broken heart.
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Like a Shadow
RomanceTiberius James was just a regular bookworm until he met a girl, so passionate about life, that he completely overlooked the fact that she would party with the dead.
