Books & Sexes: Nico Mirallegro (UNEDITED)

1: Who's the B*tch? Who's the Cutie?

Is it just me or the library just become a blockbuster movie like premiere Iron Man 3 or Man of Steel had - in 3D mind you. Oh well. Whatever. When did I ever care about others?

"Psh. Maybe its just bunch of geeks fighting over an almanac, aye."

As I walkthrough the History section, thinking I could find something interesting, well in fact not in my entire life came to my presence that library had it fun for me. Might as well do the usual, just sit down in the cornered empty table near the window. Put my headphones up and do its thing. 

I know myself, that I can't stand reading a book. Nor sitting in a library - worst place I could be last seen and the first place I could be seen dead. But... I need to endure all of these due that freakin' british exam. Though I know I'm about to blow up.

Endure it all Vienna. Calm down...

Thump! "I can't! I just can't!!!" I slump my chest and arms wide in my table. Feeling the ambiance it could give me - but nothing. Turned my head on my wristwatch.

Damn it! cursed inwardly. "I felt I've been here for hours but in truth is, im just f*cking sitting here for just around 5 minutes ago." I hissed, pinning my forehead down again and again.

"Can someone just call an oracle to fastforward the time or something, please!" I growl on my behalf as I then lean back. Before I could all slump my body to the floor, flirty giggles there I heard.

"Hey, heard a new cutie here? I know one." Behind me, that's what the girl said while chatting with her girlfriends. I twirl and sneek my head back abit and eavesdrop for a minute or two. Nothing but a sweet gossip in the morning.

"Cutie student assistant, huh?" I mumble at my being.

"Really, Oh my gosh! I need to know his name? Whats his name?" Giggle by the other.

"It's a secret."

"Bitch tell me!"

Yea bitch tell us! Selfish motha-

"Tssk, girls.." I was kinda annoyed after hearing some more useless unfinished gossips, so I turn back away. Don't even wanna continue.

"But he's easy to find since he's the hottest." the girl who had her hair painted ash gray said sheepishly. 

Don't these girls know anything other than talking about guys? Sheesh!

I groan as I switch my look to what's beside me. Out of all people who went in here, only few who were studying, mostly. I could also see others sleeping. Others simply chatting. And others who's just felt unlucky to be here.

One of them - me.

Unfortunate to got listed on detention of having merely low ratings on my British Class. But these people don't really know much. Don't blame me for not understanding the Brit! But don't get me wrong, I do like One-D songs but not asmuch as the avids do. But now, I am so hell bored. Enough that I could burn all these books that our school library has to surpass the boredom.

"Oh Hey Mr. Dumbo!" I call the old thin man sitting at the counter few steps away from where I'm sitting. Almost near a bit. Thinking, he's few years younger than my Uncle and alot older than my Dad. So, uhm... precisely, he's about on his early 60's.

"Mr Dumbo!" I called him again, waving my hand. Noticing, that I got these people's attention.

"It's Domble Yovitch." I thought he'll add bitch in his sentence. You know, 'Its Domble Yovitch, bitch!'