A Second Chance

8. a sleepover

"Are you still coming to my house?" Christian ask, catching up to me as I walk towards my last period for today which is free, thank the heavens!

"Why am I coming again?" I ask, rolling my eyes.

"Because my mother wants you to come over," he says like it's so obvious.

Last night I had told my mum about it and she unfortunately said it was alright for me to go.

"Sure." I say stepping into the library.

I smile at the librarian who doesn't smile back.

You know, she kind of reminds me of the librarian from Monsters University.

As I take a seat at one of the tables ,I hear the chair next to my scrape agains the floor, "Why are you still here?"

"Because if we're going home together, why not spend the last of the day together," he says way too loud for a library.

"Shut up before we get kicked out," I yell in a whisper pulling out my textbooks to look like I'm actually studying.

"We won't get kicked out," he chuckles.

"Christian, leave me alone," I glare, scrolling through my Snapchat.

"Why are you on your phone in the library? That's against the rules," the librarian says, walking by us with a glare.

"What? Are you serious?" I ask baffled, "He was yelling the whole time and you only decide to talk when I use my phone? So unbelievable." I say, even though she's now long gone.

"These people favor you. It isn't fair," I pout.

"Well, some people are scared of me. And when you're feared, you get favors dummy," he smirks, messing my hair.

"Didn't I tell you to stop messing around?" The librarian scorns, walking back towards us but specifically looking at me.

"It was him! "

"You know Cindy, just because you don't like me, doesn't mean you have to put the blame on me," Christian huffs.

The old lady only tsks before walking away again.

"You know what, I'm leaving," I roll my eyes grabbing my stuff.

I stand up and walk out of the library with him still following behind me like I'm leaving him a trail.

"You won't follow me in here too?" I ask sarcastically, walking into the bathroom.

"You're lucky I have respect for women," he calls with a chuckle, sticking to his words and thankfully staying out.

I sit on the toilet and send some of my friends back home stupid snaps before tiptoeing out of the bathroom ten minutes later.

"There you are!"

I jump and put a hand to my heart, which is rapidly beating in my chest, "You scared me!"

"No way, really?" Jonathan laughs sarcastically.

"I thought you had left though, why are you still here?"

"Because I didn't want to take public transport again. On the way here a guy was singing to me in the bus. It was so weird!" he  cringes, "And yes, a guy."