OUTCASTS // randy/macklyn (ON HIATUS)

11 // the music room

October 9, Tuesday

Mrs. Thompson almost had a mini heart attack. Why?

'Because apparently seeing Andy Fowler gracing the library with his presence might as well be the first sign of world abomination.' The blonde smugly beamed at her, greeting as he raised his hand in a small, almost mocking wave.

Mrs. Thompson gawked at him, as if she couldn't really believe her own eyes that he was really standing right in front of her. 'Or maybe, because her poor vision couldn't even figure out who I am,' Andy inwardly chuckled.

While the blonde liked catching other people by surprise, he was starting to feel uncomfortable at the awkward exchange happening between them. "Alright, I'll be going, and read...stuff," he excused, walking away towards the gigantic towers of books.

Even with his back turned, Andy could still feel the lingering eyes of the astonished librarian, and he could only shudder a little. 'Was this the feeling of being watched by a dinosaur?' Andy wished the ancient woman would stop staring and just go back to her 'ancient' business. It was as if she was doubting his presence was of pure intention, and as if she was questioning his 'ulterior motives'. Honestly, couldn't Andy have some peace and let him hang out in the library like every other students? Was having an Andy Fowler in the library, really that out of the blue?

'I've been here for like...three times,' the blonde thought, letting his right index finger idly trace the spines of the neatly arranged books of the aisle he was in.

'To be fair, the first time I was here, I had a laptop. So, old woman probably thought I was here just for the sake of watching.' He could remember staying in the last aisle in the 'Make Out Den', feeling his mood shift down as he remembered the way he was crying---the way he was being his pathetic self over a stupid thing. He shook his head, trying to chase away those memories.

'Second time I was here, I was--' Andy felt his face turning red. Alright, the blonde admits the second time was something really out of the blue---uncalled for---really purely, out of character for a person like Andy.

'And so is this time,' he realized.

Andy's mind was suddenly filled with questions, and he could imagine this was probably what Mrs. Thompson felt when the blonde entered the library at a very early time. Why was he even here? Out of every place in the school, and Andy being, by nature, a crowd type of a person, why would he even choose being at this desolated place?

'Indeed why, Andy?'

'Alright Mrs. Thompson, you win.' He thumped his head softly on the poor hard-bounded books in front of him.

He decided to finally gather himself, trying to do things that an Andy Fowler would normally do on a Tuesday morning. That was to flirt, spread and/or listen to gossips, play on his phone, and hang out alone in his secret solace, the music room.

'Now, doing those things would make more sense, Fovvs,' he told himself, pretty convinced to do just that as he spun on his heels and started making his way towards the door.

But he saw himself hiding in the fifth aisle. He looked up and saw he was currently just beside the History and Philosophy section.

'Again, why, Andy?'

"Good morning, Ryan." Andy felt his stomach churning, hearing the high-pitched, almost nasally, voice of the librarian breaking the huge silence looming over the library. Mostly though, he was on his nerves because of the name Mrs. Thompson just uttered.

"Good morning to you as well, Mrs. Thompson." With the distinctive stillness the room has, he could hear Rye's voice better than the usual quiet and mumbling Rye. Andy mentally noted the geek had a soft and mellow voice with his English drawl, and a hint of an underlying accent he couldn't exactly pinpoint was.