Episode 7

*Pryce's Point of View*

How dare she talked back at me, and ran away just like that? I swear, I'm going to kill her the harder way. No one has ever done it to me. Ever! She better be ready, because I won't let this pass.

“What are you all looking at? Mind your own business.” I asserted to everybody here in the canteen, and automatically, their heads turn back to their proper places.

“We-we're sorry, Ms. Winsley.” The captain stammered and I just nodded at them, then head straight to the canteen's door.

I just lost my appetite, and it's because of that freak. I will just go to the library to check the books that have arrived this morning. And I need a silent place to give my mind some peace.

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“Ms. Winsley, there are five new Chemistry books, seven History, and twelve Math books.” The librarian told me and I just nodded my head to her.

“So, when will be the other fifteen new books arrive?” I asked her and she scanned her little schedule notebook and replied, “That would be next week on Friday, Ms. Winsley.”

“Okay, thanks, Mrs. Hart. That would be all I want for now.” I said as I handed back to her the document that I've signed.

I suddenly remembered that I would still search for that particular book that I am going to borrow. It's the book by Samuelle Rivers which is entitled The White Spot. I need to find that book.

Call me a bookworm but reading makes me relax. And I still got thirty minutes to find it. Some students are staring at me while some greeted me. Somebody must have got that book because I can't locate it the last time I saw it here. I will just borrow a different book.

As I am at the very far part of the library that nobody would like to go, I noticed that the table at the very far end of the room is occupied.

I went near to it and I saw a book was opened in front of, wait... a sleeping girl? Some students are not really following some of the policies here.

As I get closer to the girl, something caught my attention. It is the book I was looking for. Damn, it took me almost ten minutes searching for it, and here it is just being used as a cover-up.

I take a good look at the face of the sleeping girl. This girl looks like an angel that is sleeping soundly with her mouth slightly opened. I studied her face and noticed that she got long eyelashes, brown hair that is so shiny and straight, and such a perfect face. I am not insecure, okay? I look great with my natural wavy blonde hair, blue eyes that stand out among those girls who got blue ones, but I just hate my teeth. My canines are longer and a little bit sharp. But it looks great with me. I got my features from my mom, who makes every guy in her times turn their heads. But I got my eyes from my dad.

I took my phone out and snapped a picture of this sleeping goddess, to have evidence that she has been disobeying the library's 'No Sleeping Here' policy. We'll just give her a warning.

She's leaning on her arms on the table, and all I could see is just half of her face. I stared at her face and I looked at her clothes. She's wearing a white T-shirt that fits her perfect-shaped body, skinny jeans, and sneakers? Wait a sec... white T-shirt? Jeans? Straight and shiny brown hair? Then, she slowly opened her eyes sleepily and I saw again those ocean green eyes that drowned me in my dreams.

Damn, how did I not notice it that it's her? I should take back what I said that she's a goddess. She's not.

I stood straight because I did not notice that I am so near her face. Shit!

I think she's not fully awake, so, I took the book that was opened at the table and shut it close loudly.

She was startled that she sits up straight and slightly shaking her head while rubbing her eyes.

“What the Fu--dge is wrong with you? Can you not see I'm freaking sle-reading. Mind your own monkey business,” she said sleepily without looking at me, and she searched something from her bag, then wrote something in it.

While she was still doing her thing, I finally spoke up, “When did my library become a sleeping place for freaks? Can you not read to policies that are posted around here?” I tilted my head to see her face, but still, she did not look up.

She hands me a small paper and she stood up carrying her things.

She walked past where I am standing and not even bothering to answer my questions.

I read what was written on the paper: 'Clarkson Park, 7 pm.' Huh?

“What's this for? And don't you ever turn your back on me when I am talking to y---” I stated but I was cut off by her.

“Be there or I will haunt you in your dreams. I will be your worst nightmare.” She said in a very creepy serious voice as she faces me.

I never saw her so serious like this and it sent shivers down to my spine. She's spooking the heck out of me.

“Hah, what d'you think of me? A servant of yours? There's no way I am going to an abandoned park near the woods with a freak that can be a psychopath killer or a murderous vampire.” I said nervously but I didn't show it.

“Then, why make a mess with me when you do not know what or who I am?” She asked me seriously and I swallowed a lump in my throat.

I could feel I'm about to cry. Nobody ever made me this nervous and afraid before. Not this freak. She is just a freak because she got her perfect teeth and beautiful face. And shit! I'm not adoring her, okay?

She's just staring at me intently and then,

“Bwahahahaha, if you...hahaha could just look...hahaha at your face hahaha….” She's laughing very hard that she is clutching her stomach and can barely talk.

And me? I just stood there frozen and could not believe this woman. One time she was so serious and now laughing so hard that she can't even breathe. What is she? Bipolar?

I think my face flushed because of embarrassment and anger.

I gritted my teeth and she spoke again as she recovered from her laughter, “You're so cute when you are angry.” I think my heart skipped a beat when she called me cute. WHAT? Did she call me cute? Shit, this girl is up to something and a freak.

“I am not---” I retorted but she cut me off again, “Oh, yes you are.” She said while adjusting her backpack. And I think I blushed even more.

Then suddenly, “SSSSHHHHH SILENCE” I heard the librarian said aloud.

“I guess you are stunned there already. So, I should make my way out before they will accuse me of making their queen senseless.” She said happily and turned her back on me again.

“Huh, why are you so full of ---” Again, she's really having fun of cutting me off. “See you around, babe.” Then she ran away before I could speak another word.

What the fuck did she just call me? BABE?

And why am I not angry or anything. I should hate it, right? Shit, that girl is really getting into my nerves. I swear I should really really really get her off this mind of mine.

While I am standing there, I realized that it's almost time and I still need to go to the Secretary's office. There are still papers that I need to sign.

And I should get to the classroom before Ms. Kendall will let me sing. She had an agreement with us last year that if she will be our teacher, the latecomers are going to sing in front of the class. And I don't want to sing, but it doesn't mean that I have a bad voice. It's just that I don't feel like showing it. She is the Chemistry teacher and I hope that her daughter will not be in my class. But that's not possible, I think we have the same schedule and I have to be her seatmate for the whole school year.

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