CHAPTER 4
(Zane pov)
“Dude you don't even know her. Why are you so obsessed with trixy” I looked at my buddy, Gaven “because she's badass ''''Zane……. You gotta let it go she’ll never go out with you and even if she does it won't last.'' I glared. “ you don't know what will happen” “your a football player, she thinks all football players are dicks.” I huffed. I wasn't a dick….. Was i? I don't think i am….. Oh my god, what if I am, then ill never have a chance with her!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!
The bell rang out and I snapped out of my mental screaming session. Which was great because yeah i would end up screaming all day. I walked all the way to class only to get sent to the library. Great the one place I hated the most. Why here? Well I might be doing a book report on something. OOOOOOO!!!!!! What if im able to do a book report on killers? This is going to be a fun project.
I was evil laughing in my head, when the teacher started talking. “Okay class, we are going to be doing a book report. It can be on whatever you want as long as it is real.’’
Fuck yes!!! Murders here I come! “If you want any help go talk to miss stein over at the front desk.” who the fuck has the same last name as a fictional monster? Eh, who cares i don't need help. I got this in the bag.
(trixie pov)
‘Great i gotta deal a bunch of morrons…..’ I thought to myself. I sighed and hit my head on the desk. I got into my bag and got out a mirror and wiped off the make up on my lips and eyelids. I brought out more make up and did something more natural.
I expected for the library to get way loud but it was actually decently quiet. I still had my earbuds in though. Like not dealing with the silence today. I had oblivion playing as i stocked shelfs in the horror section when three guys were fucking around and hit the latter i was on, making me fall. As ready as I was to hit the book cart behind me I was caught in a warm embrace. ‘What the fuck?’ I opened my eyes to see this guy in a football jersey. I huffed and got out of his arms. “Hey you okay?” the guy asked. “Yep,” I popped the ‘p’, grabbing more books and looking at the labels I looked up. “Here let me get that for you” he took the books out of my hands and went up the ladder putting the books up.
‘Why is this mother fucker helping me?’ He chuckled. “Because I want to that's why” he smiled looking down at me. “Huh?” I was confused. “You asked why i was helping you.” he replied climbing down the ladder. ‘Uummmmmm?’
