(Unknown)

Chapter 6

        Saturday was a day of work for me, as it usually was since that was usually the busiest day of the week for Covernotes. I went through the same routine as I did every Saturday; woke up, showered, ready for work, go to work, go home, change again, eat and go to bed. This weekend however, a new addition to the day was talking to Unknown. We spoke whenever I was available. I found that we had quite a bit in common. We liked most of the same shows, movies, books, foods, and some music artists as well. 

        I found myself in danger of really liking Unknown but I knew it was a bit risky. I didn’t know the identity of this guy, even though he knew mine. It was weird I supposed, but it wasn’t like I would never find out. I was becoming more and more certain that he would want to meet me eventually, just as much as I wanted to meet him. 

        A tradition that my friends and I had begun at the beginning of our senior year was meeting at the town library on Sundays. It had a nice little area full of coffee tables with armchairs surrounding them, and it was always quiet. It was a great place to study and work on assignments. The girls and I would meet up there sometime in the afternoon each week. 

        This is what we were doing when we were unfortunately interrupted by a loud group of boys seating themselves at the group of chairs next to ours. There was the loud sound of an extra armchair being dragged across the carpeted floor for their group. At least when we needed another chair we lifted it to reduce noise. The boys were laughing and talking, not caring about their volume-levels. 

‘Oh God,’ muttered Zana. We all looked up at her, wondering what had made her say that. ‘Can’t you hear them? The group next to us?’ We all stopped working and listened in to the nearby voices.

‘Geez, there is no escaping them,’ said Cass with a frustrated huff. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, obviously tired of being interrupted by the same group over and over again. 

‘Is it all of them?’ wondered Vicky aloud. We kept listening, trying to identify which voices we heard.

‘Yep, all of them,’ I said. ‘Of course. Zeke, Tanner, Carter, Nath, and Oliver travel in a pack.’ The girls all breathed out a laugh before we went back to our work, doing our best to ignore our rude neighbours. 

        We got on well enough until I heard a loud shout of laughter. This was when Adelaide, our sweet Addie, who had almost finished her essay for her Law class, showed frustration. 

‘Why can’t they be quiet?’ she said rather loudly.

‘Addie shush!’ whispered Cass, eyes wide. Adelaide rarely showed annoyance or anger or frustration. 

‘No. I’m so near the end of my essay but I can’t concentrate,’ she said, clearly upset. ‘I’ve worked to hard on this to write a bad ending.’ The rest of us were surprised and concerned to see her so stressed. Addie was always the one who we found ourselves fighting for. No one was allowed to upset her unless they wanted to feel the wrath of Zana, Cass, Vicky, and I. Obviously, these idiots were asking for it. 

‘That’s it,’ grumbled Cass, pushing her books aside and getting up from her chair. Zana, Vicky and I joined her and, surprisingly, so did Adelaide. She usually wasn’t one for confrontation, but this was an alright time for her to start and get her anger out.

        The five of us marched over to the chairs where the group of guys were procrastinating, completely avoiding their assignments once again. Over the past few years, my friends and I had been asked several times to help them with some last-minute work. 

‘Could you guys please be a lot quieter? We’re trying to study,’ said Vicky, dramatically putting her hands on her hips. The boys just looked up at us and stared for a few seconds.