The only exception

chapter 4

"Will?" I question she bobs her head up and down as she takes a bite of her muffin "Yes Yes Will he called in yesterday so now you guys can finally meet! You will be working together a lot more now he works in the same area". I'm too stunned to speak I'm not sure why. I don't want a partner I like working alone.

"Oh Mrs Baker I think I can handle working alone I actually work better".  She smiles at me a little too long then open her mouth  "Everyone works better together Juliet". What kind of bullshit is this I'm not in kindergarten. I take a deep breathe. I don't even have time to respond when someone glides past me. I didn't pay attention to there face. I only see there back profile. He's tall way tall and has black hair. He's wearing a black hoodie that's rolled up to to his elbows revealing a collage of tattoos. He seems familiar but I don't know anyone with tattoos.

"Good morning Debby looking beautiful as ever" the mysterious boy greets Mrs Baker or as he says 'Debby'. That voice I've heard it before. It all processes in my mind so fast I wonder how I didn't realize sooner.

What.the.fuck.

Will from group session is the Will that's standing in front of me. The Will that I will be working with today and everyday after that. I'm frustrated I'm annoyed I'm on edge. I squeeze my knuckles into a fist pushing my nails into my skin. "Juliet sweetie are you okay?" they both look at me. Mrs Baker or should I say Debby is clueless and will is ignoring me.

"Yes fine thanks so where do you need me" She takes a sip of her coffee " Will can show you the way he knows". She gives him a pat on his shoulders. This is weird. "Bye Debs" he waves her off and starts walking I follow. He is holding a notebook in the crook of his arm. I wonder what's inside maybe all his secrets.

He walks so fast and I cant fathom this is how he normally walks ." Hurry up" he turns his head back looking amused. "Well can you slow down fuck" he stops immediately and stands there when I catch up finally he still doesn't move. " What's wrong with you ? Go we don't have all day" I roll my eyes and chew on the inside of my cheek.

"I'm slowing down for you since you walk slower than a fucking snail". I laugh is he being for real right now? He doesn't laugh or smile or anything his face is as serious as it can be.I have to look up at him to see him. I notice he has a mole on the side of his perfect nose. He has a freckle above his lip and one under his eye. His lips have a naturally pink tint to them and he smells like mint.

"You've got to be fucking joking your walking fast are you not self aware". He turns his head and continues walking. When we make it to the other side of the library we enter a back room with shelves of new arrivals waiting to be stamped and shelved.

"You take care of that row I'll do this one all you do is get a piece of this  paper and stamp it into the front of the book pretty self explanatory". I nodded grabbing a book and paper. The paper is where you put the checking out date so you can keep track.

It went on like this for hours dead silent just the sound of stamping, pages turning, and the clock ticking. It was so quiet I could hear my own breathes loud and clear. I could hear my heartbeat. Beat. Beat. Beat. Beat. Beat. I could hear an occasional sigh from across the room.

I had so many questions for him why was he working here ? Why was he at that group session? Why is he so close to the librarian? Why is he such an asshole? Why am I curious about these things ? I didn't want to be curious I didn't want to wonder what his story was because I can tell just by looking in his eyes that there was more to him than he lets on. I didn't realize I stopped working until I felt his eyes on me. I looked up mid thought to his cold eyes staring at me.

"What are you looking at" he breaks eye contact as he finishes stamping a book. I wait for him to respond until I realize he isn't going too. I walk a little closer "Hello are you deaf" I scowl at him throwing an extra book on his pile. "Well I'm done I'm going to shelve these out now". He plays with his lip ring and stares at me like I'm speaking a different language. "Dick" I say as I wheel my cart out.