Hate To Love ✔️

Chapter 6

"I guess I'm gonna head to the library now" I mumbled, always stupid people getting in my way.
"Sure, look don't let Scarlett and her minion get to you, their just insecure" Leona sympathised.
Insecure of what? Me? Very funny.
We bid each other adu and I went off to find the library, believe it or not I don't actually like reading, the silence of a library just brings me peace.
It was pretty empty, probably because the students of this school are too dim-witted to even be seen in a library, their all probably contracting STD's in a toilet somewhere.
Sadly I spoke to soon.
Because only 20minutes after I had sunk into a corner of the room, some random people stumbled into the isle, making out against the shelves. There goes my peace and quiet.
They kept fumbling closer and closer to me, and knocking over books, the library just became a mess, and what's worse was that now they were directly goddamn above me.
It had been a good 3minutes now that I hadn't said anything, every 20 seconds they'd gasp for air and get into it again. Fucks sake, is sex and fuckery all these goddamn people think about?!

"Do you mind moving over" I snarled at them, the girl suddenly jerked out of the position she was in to walk forward and look down at me...well more like glared.
"What's your problem?" She yelled, I could smell the stench of alcohol on her breath all the way from the ground, that smell was familiar.

This reminded me of an old memory, it was the day that mum got sent away to the loony bin, I was only seven sat on the ground playing with the only doll I owned, they weren't very big on buying me things. Dad walked over to me with a bottle of scotch tight in his grasp...spitting slurred and drunken words at my face.
I don't think I've ever had a conversation with him were he's been completely sober, as far as I remember, that stench of alcohol was prominent on his breath. Always.

I stood up to face her at eye level,
"whats MY problem?" I scoffed, did she not notice the fact that she's practically getting it on, on top of me.
"My problem is that you two need to learn a fucking library isn't your damn personal make out spot." I was so done with these idiot people, like come on, WE ARE IN A LIBRARY!
She was standing there looking at me stunned, like I had just murdered someone in front of her.
I can't stand this place anymore, take me back home! Hit me some more, anything is better than this hell hole full of endless tedious shit.
I heard a chuckle...I got so caught up with the bitch in front of me that I didn't even notice who she was with. I craned my neck to the right to the guy slightly behind her, now who the hell is this? This isn't very entertaining in my opinion.
As angry as I was I couldn't help but notice his strong features, hair dishevelled and the darkest shade of black, his pale blue eyes were tainted with sin and a smirk was plastered on his perfectly made face, as he looked me up and down. He looked like a piece of art, made by the Satan himself.

"You'll know Carson Grey when you see him"

That's what everyone around here seems to say, and they may just be right...just for once.

Because I sure as hell know, that this is...

Carson Grey.