Everyone's their own Gossip Girl *BOOK PREVIEW*

Gossip #7:

Kyle dropped his books right against the blonde’s head on the library desk, waiting for an instant reaction expected from the girl of her kind. Except, there was nothing. She sat there, still, her head hidden under her hair over her desk, her arms around the scattering of boots all across the table, taking up more space than obese Andrew. He sighed as he planted himself next to Katrina, staring at the piles of books all across the thick desks of the library.

Vanessa sighed, rolling her eyes. She tossed the library keys over at Kyle, winking. “Make sure you two don’t spend the whole night here.”

Kyle nodded and watched as his best friend walked out the library, giving Kyle a small smile before heading out. He made sure Vanessa’s long curly brown hair was clearly out of sight before shoving the keys in his back pocket and running at the computer on the other side of Katrina.

With a few clicks and presses, he opened up a window, and scrolled his way to Face Book. Vanessa had introduced a whole new world of social networking only a few weeks ago, and had completely created a new vast land of false image. The profile pictures were not of him, but of some Abercrombie boy models, and his profile identity were those of someone like Eric Van Verona, a preppy play boy, or a Daniel Ann Wellington, a rich snobby male knock-off.

He logged in, and quickly stuck his USB stick into the side of the laptop. It didn’t take much to hack into the others’ accounts. Last time he checked, Eric had changed his password from P*SSY&C*T to a completely random spunk of letters and numbers and Daniel’s still remained “annwellingtondaniel7”. The guy had obviously used his name, the self-absorbed person he was and his favourite number was lucky number seven, and Kyle knew that from all the times Daniel would draw all over the whiteboards in every other class, celebrating the seventh day in every month. It was some kind of inside joke between him, Eric, and their posse, something Kyle couldn’t care less about.

And what was Kyle doing hacking into Katrina’s mailing account? Was he starting to stalk or was he just bored? He didn’t even know. Kyle had never actually been in an official relationship in his life, and it seemed like for someone as quirky and eccentric as he was wasn’t going to get much farther than what Dr Jekyll did.

“Where am I?”

The confused voice caught Kyle’s attention. He quickly turned the monitor off and glanced over at Katrina, the whole side of her face red from bruising and her eyes twitching under the light. She glanced around, as if recovering from a minor case of amnesia before, like a robot, all her energy seeming to appear out of nowhere, she started packing her books and notes back into her satchel. She glanced over at Kyle a couple times, recognized him as one of the community centre’s library volunteers and continues packing up. Katrina couldn’t recall of what she studied or how much she had, but when she glanced at the tiny clock in the corner of the local library, she knew she was in big trouble.

It was the local school’s library, the only library in kilometres that didn’t close after ten, and it was already midnight. The library closed an hour ago and she was left with a complete stranger she had walked by a couple times before, but never communicated with. She was always at the library, after her dance or cello lessons from five to ten, studying until her mind burst into tears, reading until her nose was satisfied, and writing little short stories through her laptop whenever she got the extra two hours in the library. But never has she slept through her studying before. This was a completely new experience to Katrina, and she honestly didn’t want to remember any of it.

Kyle, on the other hand, had slightly less obvious intentions. The shyer, kind guy he was, he didn’t have much rebellion inside of him to stop her. It was almost midnight and he didn’t want to be creeping the girl out. He shoved his shaky hands in his pockets, staring at the small bodice of the blonde who was calmly packing up the hundreds of books she had left sleeping on the table. She even had another stack planted right next to her under her feet. She stepped out of her seat and her soft ankle accidentally knocked the pile of books over.