study

"OH MY GOSH, I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE BAD SPIRIT!" I cried in eerie.

Why would there be someone at the local library at 4.00 a.m. in the morning?

Me?

Yeah actually me because I've to do quick revision for chemistry test today at 8.00.

And... good news!

I haven't even opened the book since I bought it four months ago.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? SITTING IN THE DARK?!" I asked, still catching breathe from the jump-scare.

"Study" He replied coldly. I can't quite see his face but ugh, his voice sends shivers down my spine. Actually.

You what?

"How do you get in" I questioned in puzzle.

Wait how did I actually get in here too? And be awake at 4.00 in the morning, bathed and all?

That's suspicious.

Did Mom really send her 'stuff' to watch on me?

Creepy.

"Door?" He replied in irritation, turning his head towards me. Grey eyes piercing deep into mine.

He's pretty.

I shift awkwardly before placing my books on his table.

At least I've friend. Or not? But still better than horrifying incarnation of my 7 year-old self with my mom tight pink dress and bright red lipstick.

He ignored me until i made noise okay annti sambung