𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐔 || 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐅𝐅

E P I S O D E 9

Y/N POV

"I'm still mad at the fact you guys didn't just drive us back to the dorms last night," Jia complained as we walked.

"I was not taking the risk of you using my car as a restroom AGAIN," Akira pointed out.

"Not my fault I mistook your car for a porta potty. It's owner looks like trash too," she retorted.

"You wanna fight?" Akira asked, looking irritated. "I'll body slam you on this concrete right now."

"PUT EM UP KIDDO, I'VE GOT A SPORK AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO SHOVE IT IN YOUR-"

"Guys, could you please not..?" I mumbled. "People are staring."

They glanced at the people around us, then got quiet. Each of them looked equally irritated, I knew they would've gone on if I hadn't said something.

"I'm gonna go to the library for a bit, I'll see you two at the café later, yeah?" I said.

"You're gonna leave me alone with him??"

"You're gonna leave me alone with her??"

Each of their statements came out in unison, causing them to give each other an annoyed glare.

"That's up to you two, now I've gotta get going, bye!" I waved.

I entered the large library across from the University. It's a part of the campus, but there's an empty street that separates the two. I like coming to this side of the school since it's usually less crowded. It's always calm and serene. The open grove is a nice spot to sit and relax in between courses.

Most of the tables in the library were empty, but I chose one within my view so I could set my bag down without having to worry about it. I entered the slim aisle, scanning over the fiction section.

As much as I hate to admit it, I'm a sucker for good romance novels. Not the erotic or unrealistic ones, they get on my nerves. I love the soft and slow kind of love, not the hard and fast kind of love.

I pulled a book from the shelf, flipping through the frail, coffee stained pages. From the corner of my eye, a figure had caught my attention. I didn't look directly at the person right away, assuming it was someone I'd seen in one of my classes. As I was about to put the book on the shelf, I finally caught a glimpse of who it was.

The guy from the reception.