Library Strangers

Chapter 5

Well Ella was busy running away and screaming eternally, the boy was looking at the ceiling and feeling his bruised nose, confused as to what just happened. "Sorry!" He heard and a door slammed; she had just left. He stammered from side to side leaning to the shelves. If he didn't go see what happened he probably wouldn't seen or talk to her for a while or ever again.

Once he was balanced again, he ran toward the door and out. Stopping at the end of the pathway, his eyes searched up, down, left and right, all directions he could go in but she wasn't there.

He walked inside disappointed, until he saw another girl at the casualties. He had an idea.
"Hey? Do you know the girl who was here before you?"
"Ella? Yes why?"

Ella laid face down on her bed, with her face in a pillow and screamed into it multiple times before turning on her back and looking at the ceiling. She had messed up badly in her mind.
"Oh I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up! Yep! Oh I fucked up really bad!" She groaned, throwing another pillow into her face.

She felt stupid thinking of those scenarios that will never happen. If only she wasn't such a clumsy fuck maybe she would still be talking to him. Mr.Prettty boy, with pretty eyes and good tastes in books. "ARGH!" She screamed again, this time not into her pillow. Why did she have to and fuck it up? She hated herself even more because no matter how stupid she felt she couldn't stop thinking about all the pontential outcomes of things, but now, everything she imagined doing together with Mr.stranger pretty boy was gloomy and lonely.

Walking down the pathway alone. Sitting alone outside, studying instead of laughing with him. Standing alone in her kitchen drinking wine alone as she makes a crappy, boring dish. Of course she was never completely alone, she lived with Anne but Anne wasn't here a lot especially at night for us to stay out late with her siblings. Either way, Anne wasn't the company she desired.

It would be weird going back to the library tomorrow. What was she kidding? She was just overreacting. And yet all of her scenarios would be her alone. Being a wallflower at a party as per usual, not that she was usually invited. Not getting the chance to speak to him again was likely. How had she gotten her hopes up so quickly? Anne was right, it had been a while since she was interested in somebody, maybe thats why she was getting hit so hard. She groaned rolling over onto her bed. "I give up" she mumbled.