Chapter 6 - Babe

*Pryce’s Point of View*

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How dare she talk back at me and run 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 like the last time she messed up with me.

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

“We-we're sorry, Miss Winsley.” The captain stammered, and I just nodded at them then headed 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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“Miss Winsley, there are fifty new Chemistry, History, and Math books.” The librarian told me, and I nodded my head in response.

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

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

Then 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 titled The White Spot. I need to find that book so that I can bring it home.

Call me a bookworm, but reading makes me relax. And I still have thirty minutes to find it.

As I tried to find that book, some students around were staring at me while some greeted me.

Damn, 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 one.

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

So, I went near 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.

I went closer to the girl, and something caught my attention. It is the book that 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? You gotta be kidding me!

I take a good look at the face of the sleeping girl. And she looks like an angel that is sleeping soundly with her mouth slightly opened. 

I studied her features and noticed that she has 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 on me. I got my features from my mom, who makes every guy in her time turn their heads. But I got my smile from my dad, and my eyes from my mom.

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

She has been resting her head on her arms on the table, and all I could see is just half of her face. Then I stared at her face, and I looked at her clothes. She's wearing a red T-shirt that fits her perfect-shaped body, skinny jeans, and sneakers.

Wait a second...is this...? Damn, straight and shiny brown hair? No way! How are the odds always with me? We really are meant to meet anywhere. She has nowhere else to run.

Then she slowly opened her eyes sleepily, and I saw again those ocean green orbs that drowned me in my dreams.

Sh*t, how did I not notice that it's her? I should take back what I said that she's a goddess. She's not. Not even close. Devil? Mhmm, close enough.

Then I stood straight because I did not notice that I was leaning so near her face.

I think she's not fully awake, so I took the book that was open at the table and shut it close loudly, which made her startled. Good.

She sits up straight and slightly shakes her head while rubbing her eyes.

“What the Fu--dge is wrong with you? Can you not see I'm freaking sle-reading here? Mind your own monkey business, will you?” She sleepily blurted out 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 the policies that are posted around here?”

I tilted my head to see her face, but still, she did not look up. What an impolite human being this one is!

And she handed me a small piece of paper and stood up as she carried her things.

Then she walked past where I am standing, and she's not even bothering to answer my questions. She's not rude, isn't she? She's an imbecile.

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

Huh?

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

“Be there, or I will haunt you in your dreams. I swear I will be your worst nightmare. You just messed with the wrong person, you are a susceptible human being.” She said in a very creepy serious tone of voice as she faced me. Whoa, I never saw or heard her so serious like this, and it sent shivers down my spine. Why? Damn, 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 let out nervously, but I didn't show it. 

Who the f*ck does she think she is?

“Then why make a mess with me when you do not know what or who I am?” She sternly asked me, while her eyes seemed like burning red in anger, and I swallowed a lump in my throat as I could feel like I'm about to cry. Nobody ever made me this nervous and afraid before. Not this freak.

She was just staring at me intently, and then

“Bwahaha! If you... Hahaha! Could you just look... hahaha! At your face? Hahaha! Heee! Fudge it! That was funny as heck!”

Yeah, she is maniacally laughing so hard at me while 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 spooky, and now, she's laughing so hard that she can't even breathe. What is she? Bipolar? Or crazy? Well, the last one fits her well.

I bet my face flushed because of embarrassment and anger, combined. And I gritted my teeth to keep my cool, and she spoke again as she recovered from her hysterical laughter, “You're so cute when you are angry.”

Then I think my heart skipped a beat when she called me cute. WHAT? Did she just call me cute? Oh, sh*t! This girl is up to something.

“I am not---” I retorted, but she cut me off again

“Oh, yes, you are.” She uttered while adjusting her backpack, wearing a broad smile on her pretty face. And I think I blushed even more.

Then suddenly we heard a sound. 

“SSSSHHHHH, SILENCE!” 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 happily let out and turned her back on me again.

“Huh, why are you so full of---” Again, she's really having fun cutting me off.

“See you around, Babe!”

Then she ran away before I could speak another word.

What the f*ck did she just call me this time? And... Why am I not angry or anything? I should hate it, right? Yes, I hate it.

Damn, that girl is really getting on my nerves more and more every single time that passes. I swear I should really really really get her off of this mind of mine. She's been living here, rent free, for almost a week now. Geez, I'm about to go insane.

While I am standing there, I just realized that it's almost time for the first subject in the afternoon, and I still need to go to the secretary's office. Oh, there are still papers that I need to sign and tell her the resources we need for the meeting. I still have to discuss those with her.

And I should get to the classroom before Miss Kendall lets me sing. Yeah, she had an agreement with us last school year that if she will be our teacher this school year, too, 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 terrible 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. And that is both horrible and great, at the same time. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse, though.