The b***h And The Freak

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.

“What are you all looking at? Mind your own businesses.” 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, I 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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“Ms. Winsley, there are five new Chemistry books, seven History, and twelve Math books.” The librarian told me and I nodded my head to her.

“So, when will 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 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 entitled The White Spot. I need to find that book.

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

As I tried to find that book, some students 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 book.

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.

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 eyes from my dad.

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'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. Then, 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 second...is this...? Damn, 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.

Shit, 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.

Then, I stood straight because I did not notice that I was 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. 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? Mind your own monkey business,” she let out 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 the policies that are posted around here?”

I tilted my head to see her face, but still, she did not look up.

And, she handed me a small piece of paper and she 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?

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

“What's this for? And, don't 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. And, I will be your worst nightmare. You just messed with the wrong person.” She said in a very creepy serious voice as she faced me.

I never saw her so serious like this and it sent shivers down my spine. 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.

“Then, why make a mess with me when you do not know what or who I am?” She asked me sternly 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's just staring at me intently, and then,

“Bwahaha, if you...hahaha could just look...hahaha at your face hahaha….” She's laughing so 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, she's laughing so hard that she can't even breathe. What is she? Bipolar? Or crazy?

I bet my face flushed because of embarrassment and anger.

And, I gritted my teeth and she spoke again as she recovered from her 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 call me cute? s**t, this girl is up to something and a real freak.

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

Then, suddenly, “SSSSHHHHH, SILENCE!” I heard the librarian say 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 let out happily 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**k did she just call me this time? And... Why am I not angry or anything? I should hate it, right? s**t, that girl is really getting on my nerves. I swear I should really really really get her off this mind of mine.

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

And, I should get to the classroom before Ms. Kendall will let me sing. Yeah, she had an agreement with us last year that if she will be our teacher this school year, 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. And, that is both bad and great.