The Price of being Pretentious

Chapter Five: Last Letter

The plan to catch Venice's attention was a hard task. That girl has a hectic schedule. We were lucky enough last Monday that she attended school.

What am I going to do if she's not around? Think, London. Come on. Think!

Ting.

All right. I have an idea.

During break time, I was in the library to meet the irritating guy named Paris. Fates must have heard my pleadings when I met Scot in the library looking for some books. I was thinking if I could help him.

Scot Richards, the man in every girl's dream. He's very nice and a real gentleman. Smart and funny. He can sing. He can dance. He can act. He can do sports. He could be anything he wanted to be. Except for one thing. He can't fall in love with me. Reason number one, he's my best friend. Reason number two, Venice was in love with him. Reason number three, Venice is a bitch. Sorry to say, but right now I have to do everything I can to make him fall in love with me. For the sake of my academics, I would do anything. My life depends on it.

'Hey, what are you looking for?' I asked, eyeing some books.

'Nothing special,' he gave a quick smile and turned away, 'Just a book that I read for spare time.'

I laughed, then shook my head. 'Don't say that, Scot. Every book that we read has something special that caught our interest.' I said, stating those words like it was some kind of fact, tapping the wooden shelf as I passed by.

I don't like how I sound when I'm flirting. Well, anything to catch his attention. I have to do this.

He nodded. 'Sure they have, bookworm.' He sighed. 'Can you help me then, London? You always know your way around libraries.'

'Hmmm...In one condition.' Tapping my forefinger on my chin.

'What condition?' He smirked.

'I'll tell you after we found the book. Believe me, it's nothing you can't handle. You're Scot Richards the Great, remember?'

We both laughed.

'Yeah, I remember. I used to say that in grade school believing that I'm some kind of a knight in shining armor riding on a white stallion.' He said between the laughs.

'Honestly, you were a knight during those days. Saving me every time I'm in trouble.'

'If it wasn't me then who would've saved you, Miss Troublemaker. But for a short girl, you were brave enough to kick asses of guys from a higher grade.'

I rolled my eyes. 'Enough with the reminisces. What was the name of the book you are looking for?'

'It was "Last Letter". A romance.' He said with a smile.

My brows raised at his statement. 'You read romance? I didn't expect you're into romantic stories.' I eyed the book titles arranged alphabetically.

He leaned his elbows on the shelf beside me.

'You underestimate the power of romance over a guy. The reason that I'm into romance is that it was something I dream to have.'

'Oh, I think I found your book. Last letter? You say?' I turned around to show it to him.

In a second, he was so close. He smelled like mint. His hot breaths were hitting my skin. As he was about to move closer and closer, someone's hand dragged me away from Scot with all brute force.

'Paris? What are you doing? Let go of me!' I whined, trying to escape his grip.

He was dragging me the whole time. He released my hand when we reached the rooftop.