FATES INTERTWINED
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Chapter Four: Fates intertwined
“Find somewhere else to stay. Use the reading room.” He said, but June wasn't exactly sure she had heard him correctly.
She knew most of the people in the university were rude, proud, rich, arrogant sock puppets, but this was a first for her. He had barely lifted his head from the book he was reading.
“ Could you please just open the door?” June said, manhandling the door knob angrily.
All her assailant did was sigh and look in her direction simultaneously as when the thunder from outside flashed its light. It was ominous. It was creepy but she wouldn't stand for it.
The people at Eckomoff always did think they could push her around, but June being June would always certainly show that she was not someone who would take being pushed around.
“ I'm not leaving here till you open this door, and I'm just going to keep knocking and knocking till it drives you crazy and you can't stand it anymore.” And so she knocked and banged tirelessly with renewed vigor like a psychopath.
“ This isn't even the only library in the university.” He snapped angrily. Even though his voice was muffled because of the door, June was glad she had gotten under his skin.
“ Well, the second library is two miles away from here, and I'm not walking.” she shot back. She wasn't going to take no for an answer, not today, not ever.
He was looking in her direction now. She couldn't see his face because the glass was thick and not smooth, but she knew she had gotten on his nerves.
Good.
She wanted to look him in the eye and tell whoever he was that as long as he wasn't the owner of the school, he had no right to lock the library doors. She wanted to sneer at him and maybe give him a rude push.
All these things crossed June's mind as the locks were being opened, and when they finally did open, her eyes met his, and from there, she had no words, no air, no sauciness, and no thoughts on her mind, except for one word.
Wow.
He stood towering over her, a foot and one inch taller than her.
He looked like a restless beauty carved out of a painting that came to life for the sole purpose of haunting the daily lives of every woman that laid eyes on hom.
His eyes were electric blue, and his lashes were abundantly covered with thick lashes, and so were his eyebrows. Even though he was tall and well built, and his chest looked like it spread on forever and ever his face… wasn't round, wasn't diamond-shaped, and wasn't square either; it was perfect.
His eyes were gentle but looked like they could be dangerous when they wanted to be. His nose is straight and proportional to his face, with a subtle curve at the bridge, giving it a soft and refined appearance.
She could see ringlets of his chestnut-colored hair even with his head warmer and his hoodie on, and a part of her wanted to reach out to touch it. He smelled like heaven and body mist.
He had his hands in his pockets and was leaning his side on the door as if waiting for her to soak in how beautiful he was. He was.
When she was done being dumbstruck, she realized that she had spent a minute tracing her eyes all over his face, and she felt embarrassed.
“ Would you like to come in?” He said with a smirk on his face; and she was angry with herself for letting herself get carried away by a pretty face.
Without a word, and with a feigned look of anger, she pushed past him and hugged her bag closely to her chest. She was afraid he would be able to hear the way it was beating profusely.
He didn't say another word but locked the door behind her, and that made her turn back when she was almost halfway to the stairs.
“ What are you doing?” She asked cautiously with her eyebrows hitched; even though deep down she didn't mind being locked up with him.
He casually and cooly put his hands back in his pocket before responding
“Oswald told me to lock up and not let anybody in.” He said this within the period he sat down, got his earphones, and opened the book he had been reading.
‘ugh, Oswald.’
That was why he didn't want to let her in, she thought. June felt maybe she had overreacted and could have made her claims without sounding rude. But it was his fault for not telling her sooner.
She resolved to stay out of his hair and spend four hours and a few minutes buried in her books where she would forget how she embarrassed herself in front of an Adonis she had just met.
“He also said to not go upstairs.” He Said still with his earphones on after June had taken a step on the stairs.
“Oh.” She said,
After standing like a total duck trying to figure out where she would sit without invading his personal space, she decided to sit at the far end of the room before his voice came again
“ He also said to not sit over there. Something about fresh paint.”
June did smell the paint, but she also thought she was people painting the library weeks ago and wondered why they'd painted again.
“Then would you happen to know where he said that I could sit?” Said June irritatingly.
The only option; the only seat, was the one right in front of him and behind Him. The only person who'd made her feel the way she hadn't felt in a long time now. Stupid.
He was looking straight at her, and she was looking at him. His eyes said more than his words did. He
didn't say anything and June decided to not give him his privacy after all.
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