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2: Library date

"So, are you excited for your library date?" Taylor asks, picking at her salad.

"It'd not a date. Please stop shipping us and making couple jokes. It makes me uncomfortable." I pout.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop." She says, putting her hands up.

"Thank you. And no, I'm not excited. School is work, it isn't worth getting excited over." I scoff, scratching my cheek.

"I didn't mean that part. I meant helping your best friend with his essay after this bell rings." She says and I roll my eyes.

"I'm helping him with his three page essay that was supposed to be handed in today, nothing exciting there. But, we do need to catch up. I barely saw him this summer. He was too busy sucking faces with Ashley." I roll my eyes at the last statement.

And just like that, the bell rang.

"Alright well, text me and let me know how it goes. See you later." She says, standing up and hugs me.

"See you." I grin, letting her go and I throw my tray in the garbage and head down to the first floor.

I remember to turn left instead of right, I always do that on accident and I don't even know why.

I quietly walk in and say hi to Mrs. Chesterfield.

"Nice to see you again, Alex." The old woman whispers.

"You too. How was your day?" I whisper.

"Lovely, thank you for asking dear. You?" She grimaces.

"It's was good. I won't be here long, just need to work on a paper with a friend." I say.

"Go ahead dear, I'll be here if you need anything." She says.

I grin with a nod and walk over to an empty table.

I put my bag on the table and take out my notebook, folder, my lucky pen and laptop.

If Josh and I somehow finish, we can print it from here.

I open my folder and take some loose leaf and place  some sheets on top of my folder, with my mint notebook underneath it.

Then my phone vibrates.

Josh🤙🏻
I'm here:)

I smile as I read the text.

I set my phone down and look to see the curly haired boy smiling at me from afar, clutching his hand on the left strap of his bag.

"Hey." He beams.

"Sup, curly fry." I joke and he chuckles, taking a seat next to me.

"Okay, let's get this over with." He sighs and takes out his books and phone.

"Who did you choose for your historical figure?" I ask him, going to safari on my Mac book.

"Willam Shakespeare." He says.

"That's the easiest one." I scoff.

"Who'd you pick?" He challenges, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Hitler." I say and his eyes widen.

"Ms. Baker didn't say the historical figure had to be good." I shrug.

"Bold choice. I like it." He smirks.

"Thanks for your input on that." I nod, as I pull up results for Shakespeare.

"Anytime." He says and I quietly laugh.