Baldi's Basics || Pulse

Chapter II

Baldimore pushed open the large, wood doors to the College Library. 

The doors opened silently, allowing him to step inside unnoticed. The male closed the doors slowly, carefully making sure they don't slam shut. Then, he turned to take in the large room. The library was dim, with very little lighting surrounding it. However, it added on a relaxing note to it. Baldimore very rarely went inside the library. He found no need to be inside of it, since he was always doing his homework or studying in his dorm. Baldimore's old roommate left due to his all-nighters of studying and being boring. Baldimore, Of course, couldn't care less. The two never spoke anyways, unless it was an argument.

Baldimore took a deep breath and began to walk around, a hand tucked into his pocket. He looked around for Prince Thing. Wait a minute. I have no idea who this guy looks like. Prince can be anyone of these people. Baldimore Groaned faintly, running a hand through his short hair. I do not want to talk to more people than I have to. Baldimore glanced at the librarian, a young hot lady with curves in places that other ladies couldn't gain. Baldimore found her hot. But she was older than him, and she was married. Sadly, I would have loved to put her in bed, to make her scream-

"Baldimore!"
A voice made the student jump, turning sharply. A tall, young man stood waving. A few people hushed him, however he didn't seem to be bothered by this. Baldimore Groaned inwardly. He knew this man as Sweepell. Sweepell always tried to associate himself with Baldimore, only having him shut down by the anti-social student. Sweepell walked over, Baldimore wincing when he realized he was going to have to talk to him.

"How's life treating you!" Sweepell asked happily, earning a few more hushes.

"Keep your voice low." Baldimore muttered. "We're on a library and I have to talk to a student here."

"Oh, you're finally talking to people?" Sweepell squealed, however he kept his voice quiet. "That's great! I'm so happy for you! You hear that everyone," He raised his voice. "This guy is talking to someone!"

"Be quiet!" Baldimore Snapped. "Can't you see I'm trying to do my job without being bothered by you."

Sweepell grinned. "Who are you looking for? I practically know every student on the block."

Baldimore hesitates. Sweepell is annoying, but he can be useful in this situation. He might know Prince if he keeps his promise. "Alright, fine, but quit bothering me afterwards. His name is Prince Thing."

"Prince Thing? The new kid? Oh, he's over there. Hi Prince!" Sweepell called, waving his hand. He earned more hushes and complaints.

Baldimore peered in Prince's direction. He was sitting by himself, legs crossed, with a book in front of him. He has long brown hair and gray eyes, with a dark suit and tie. He looked slightly embarrassed about Sweepell, but he said nothing as his gray eyes flicked to and thro of the pages in front of him. Baldimore took a deep breath before turning to Sweepell. "I can't believe I'm asking you this, but how do I talk to him?"

Sweepell offered a smirk. "Why? Is it because you like him?"

"What- No!" Baldimore shouted, earning glares and hushes. He paused and looked down. "No, I do not. I'm his new tutor."

Sweepell chuckled. "Oh, Oh, Oh! You're now a tutor? What happened to the professional math teacher?"

"I'm working on it! Now, due me a favor and get lost in hell." Baldimore turned away from Sweepell and started walking to the new student.

"Right behind you!" Sweepell laughed, then yelped in pain when the librarian grabbed his arm and dragged him out.

Baldimore took in a deep breath and sat Besides Prince. Damnit, how to start a conversation. Wikihow, why aren't you here when I need you? He cleared his throat. "So... what book is that?" He whispered.

"Romeo and Juliet." The new student, Prince, murmurs. He held a slight emotionless tone. "I am a sucker for the classics and tragedies."

"But you know they die in the end." Said  Baldimore softly. "Why read it again and again?"

"It holds an interesting plot. It accompanies a young girl who must marry and a young boy who is drowning in heart break. The two collide and are wrapped with a physical relationship. As it drags on, we learn about how desperate they are to stay together, so strong of a bond that they could not live without each other. Think about a world like that, whenever lovers break apart they kill themselves to remain with each other."  Prince touched the book's thin pages slightly. "Or it was perhaps the young families that kept them apart simply because of a feud."

Baldimore blinked. "You must really like Shakespeare."

"I dream of writing stories like this, introducing a turning point in a human's history with an incredible story like this. Despite how many movies depict things, everything never haves a happy ending." Prince closed the book. "Nothing."

Baldimore paused, trying to take in their talk. This guy gets really deep into stories. "Well, I plan on proving you false. I will have a happy ending." Baldimore extended his hand. "My Name is Baldimore. I'm your new tutor."

"My Name is Prince." The Male took his hand and shook it. "Tutor for math? My teacher has spoken to me about helping me with it, though I would not have suspected he would get me a tutor."

"You're not dumb, if that's what you're thinking." Baldimore said quickly. "You're actually pretty smart, compared to Sweepell and many other students here. You're interested in reading, and you have a way with words."

Prince chuckled faintly. "I quite enjoy reading, it's simply a hobby for me. I wish to be an author when I get out of this place, though. It's my dream job."

"Mine is to be a professor that helps calculate how close a meteor is from hitting Earth." Baldimore snickered. The two laughed, earning a long hush.

"We should probably leave before we're kicked out like Sweepell." Baldimore muttered.

"That's his name? He's quite the charmer." Prince snickered.

"Psh, Him? He's an overly excited person who needs to take some pills and a bit of alcohol." Baldimore stood up, pushing in his seat while Prince did the same.

"Baldimore, that's not nice." Prince huffed, crossing his arms.

"I don't care, he deserves it!" Baldimore responds back, leading the way out of the library. He may not want to show it, nor does he want Prince to know about his feelings towards the wanna be author, but he could tell that he liked this man already.