"Hey! Slow down would you?" I ask as I struggle to catch up with Scott, "Has it ever occurred to you that your one stride could cross the width of South America?"
"It's not my fault you're short." He grumbles under his breath, not even bothering to glance over his shoulder so I almost missed what he said. I roll my eyes as I quicken my pace and end up at his side. He glances down at me and I smirk.
We remain silent like usual as we head back to the English storage room and collect that last of the boxes. After complaining that my arms were getting sore, Scott gave me the hand-truck without a word and just started carrying the boxes.
It also made things quicker because he could carry way more than I ever could. I have the muscle strength of a toddler, love that for me.
I didn't mind that though. I got to watch the way his biceps strained against the tight material of his white, short-sleeved button-down shirt. The contrast between his sun-kissed skin and the pure color of his top was so attractive.
I noticed on the return to the library, Scott was walking a little slower but that might've been because he was carrying a stack of boxes. I couldn't help but grin cheekily up at him. He just rolled his eyes and continued to walk beside me.
"Do we store them away in their boxes or unload the books?" I ask as I stand back from the pile of boxes with my hands on my hips. I glance up at Scott beside me, waiting for his opinion.
"Keeping the books in the boxes will be less time consuming." He shrugs while staring down at the books, "If we do it wrong than it becomes the job of the next kids in detention."
I nod, agreeing with his idea as I bend down and pick up one of the boxes, "Hey, why are you even in detention?"
"Uh, I punched a kid in my Economics class." Scott explains while picking up two boxes in each arm. I scoff as I walk over to the empty shelves.
"Could you be any more cliche?" I ask while staring at the shelves, wondering if I start from the bottom or top. I'm gonna go top because knowing me I'll get tired as fuck at the end and won't have enough stamina to reach up.
"What's that suppose to mean?" He questions from across the room where he was loading up his own shelf. I struggle to push the box up the top but I succeed nonetheless.
"I mean, you're the resident bad boy of Briarwood." I shrug as I grab another box, "You wear a leather jacket, you ride a motorbike and you constantly look like you're about to murder everyone and everything in a ten foot radius."
"What's wrong with that?" He asks again.
"Nothing," I shake my head, "That's just how everyone sees you."
"Well, everyone sees you like some tiny puppy-dog." Scott counters and my eyebrows furrow.
"Is that suppose to be an insult?" I question as I turn around, noticing his shoulders tense. I then notice how full his shelves were, "What the hell? Why are you already half-way-done?!"
Angrily, I quickly return to stacking the boxes as my competitive streak comes out. I finish the top shelf with ease, the she-hulk in me giving me a little more added strength. I was on about the third shelf down when I accidentally slam my knee against the wooden planks below.
"Ow..." I whine out under my breath as I glance down and begin rubbing my knee.
"Shit!" I hear across the room just as someone comes up behind me. Everything happened so fast; the box from the top shelf was falling, someone caught it and my adrenaline shot through me instantly.
In fright, I push one of my elbows back, feeling it hit something hard. It was Scott's stomach.
He groans out in pain as he falls back onto the now cleared portion of the ground. He ends up hitting his head on the opposite shelves and groans out even more.
"Oh fuck!" I exclaim in shock as I quickly jump over the boxes and kneel down beside him, "Why the hell did you come up behind me like that?!"
"Why the hell didn't you see the box falling?!" He shouts back at me, his golden green eyes shining brightly with his anger.
"Why the hell did you?" I question as I reach up and he flinches away. I roll my eyes as I glare at him, "I need to check if there's any blood."
He lets me and I reach both hands around his head and feel the back of his soft brown hair. I move my face a little closer to his, peering around the back of his neck but it was too dark to see anything. My eyes slowly drift from the side of his head to his face and I realise how close we were.
Scott's breathing was steady as he gazed at me, those eyes so piercing and I felt like he could see straight through me. I felt bare underneath his stare, like he could see every thought, every idea and every flaw. It's safe to say my heart just fell out of my ass.
I quickly pull my hands back from his head and sit back on my heels, "No blood."
His eyes flutter close for a second as he rolls his head as his face was tilt up towards the roof. My gaze drops down his shirt and I noticed his hand was spread across the side of his stomach, no doubt where I had jabbed him.
"Does it hurt?" I question while leaning over him slightly. His eyes flicker open and lock with mine, "I can go get you some ice if you want.
I had already started to get up but he snatches my wrist in his hand. His hold on it was gentle as he keeps me in place.
"No." He says softly as I slowly turn back to him, "It's fine."
I nod as I sit down next to his outstretched legs, "I'm really sorry, Scott. It was a knee-jerk reaction."
"You have really fucking sharp elbows." He scoffs and it makes me laugh slightly, "Have you ever tried breaking concrete with those?"
"Did you just make a joke?" I question with a small smirk as I lean forward slightly. He rolls his eyes but his small grin was evident, "So Scott Cameron does have a sense of humor, good to know."
He chuckles under his breath, "Shut up."
"And he can laugh? Wow color me shocked." I giggle as he tries to hide his amusement but his growing grin was giving it all away, "I like your smile, you should do it more."
His eyes clash with mine and I gulp. Shit, did I just say that out loud. Of course I did, it's literally a steep, downward hill between my brain and mouth. Literally any thought I think, I'm saying it point five of a second. It was worse when I was younger.
My parents got plenty of judging looks when we were out in public. They didn't care, they thought I was hilarious.
"Why are you here, Kara?" He question as he sighs out and moves his gaze so he was staring at the tips of his leather dress shoes.
I lick my lips as I shrug, "Uh...I got in into an argument with a girl in my music class. She should be the one who's here since she started it. I was only letting her know that she was hitting the wrong note and she's the one who gets all bitchy about i—"
"No, I mean why are you here. You could've ran away the second Mr Farrow left." He interrupts me as I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, "I...I thought you were scared of me."
"And I thought I told you I fear nothing." I say with a cheeky grin as the corners of his lips tilt up. I fold my legs and rest back on my hands, "But you're right, you terrify the fuck out me."
His eyes widen slightly and I could only laugh at his adorable reaction.
"However, you're still a person. You have your own memories, you're own likes and you're own demons to deal with." I explain with a small shrug as he listens deeply, "I try to remind myself that when I find myself judging someone. So until you actually try to murder me I won't be entirely scared of you."
"I haven't murdered anyone, why does everyone think that?" Scott asks while mumbling under his breath, seemingly annoyed with the fact. I was kinda in the same boat with everyone thinking I'm sleeping with the top four boys of the school.
"You just give off that vibe." I smirk cheekily as he rolls his eyes with a small grin, "I mean, you're the son of a gazillionaire, you're about to inherit his company and you only ever talk to Auggie or Quinn in school. You also glare at every other living thing."
He scoffs, "I don't glare at everything."
"You literally have resting murder face, Scott." I tease truthfully as I glance down at the black bow in my peripheral vision. What kinda fancy shit school has this type of uniform. I can't even unbutton my shirt without getting my fingers entangled in it.
"Well, it's just because I don't like sugar-coating shit." He informs me as I tilt my head to the side, "If I don't like someone, I'll let them know. There's no point in wasting time with pretending when I can just move on."
"Wow...spoken like a true asshole." I tease lightly as Scott grins again as he turns his head so I couldn't see it.
"Let's just finish this." Scott says as I nod and stand up. Scott groans as he tries to rises so I extend my hand out, "I can do it myself."
"No, you can't." I reply, mocking him from our conversation over onions on Friday. He rolls his eyes but takes my hand and I help him to his feet. "Seriously, if it hurts you don't have to do this."
"Shut up, Kara." Scott grumbles as he begins to pick up boxes and place them on the shelves. I roll my eyes as I move back to my side of the room and pick up more boxes.
Scott finished his side early and came over to help me. We work in silence but this time it was a little more comfortable like before. Scott made sure that all the boxes up top were pushed in properly so we didn't have a round 2 of last time.
I was sweating as we both exit the library storage room, finally finished with the job. It was a little cooler in the library but that's just because it was a bigger space and had proper air conditioning. I had put my hair into a messy bun on top of my head sometime ago, allowing the cool air to hit the back of my neck.
But it also meant the strands that didn't quite reach were sticking to the wet skin of my face and I looked like I had a billion degree fever. Scott wasn't sweating at all—which was kind of disappointing.
"What?" He asks, obviously having caught me staring at his arms.
I glance up to his face instantly, "Nothing."
We continue to walk back to the entrance of the library where the tiny librarian Miss Gretchen meets us. She was holding two Voss glass water bottles in her hand. Yes, they give those out for free here. Free! I already have about four in our kitchen at home.
"You two must be thirsty having to do a big job like that by yourselves." She smiles as she extends the bottles to us. We both grab them at the same time and Scott instantly starts sculling his back.
"Thank you, Miss Gretchen." I smile, noticing Scott hadn't said anything.
I slap his arm lightly as he pulls the water away and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He nods, "Yeah, thanks."
"You two get on home now. I'll let Mr Farrow know what I wonderful job you've done." She smiles as she walks past us pushing a small cart of books. I was glaring at Scott as we walk out of the library and he frowns in question.
"You should say thank you when people do nice things for you." I sigh as we continue walking down the hall. We walk in silence back to the English storage room where we pick up our things. Scott was actually waiting for me by the door when I turn around.
I was a little surprise that he hadn't just left. I throw my blazer over my forearm, slip my bag onto my shoulders and walk to the East Wing exit was, which lead out to the staff parking.
The sun was warm as we step outside. It was another cloudless day today and it felt sad because I knew it wasn't going to last long. Summer was fleeting and autumn was on its way.
"I..." Scott says as I stop on the cement steps and glance up with him, "Thank you for checking that I wasn't bleeding."
"Oh no, I didn't—" I pause, realising he was thanking me because he believed I had chosen to do something nice for him. When in fact it's because I didn't want him suing my ass for the entire eleven dollars and fifty two cents in my bank account. I then smile, "You're welcome."
"Is your car coming to pick you up?" He questions as my eyes land on the motorbike sitting in the first couple of parking spaces. I narrow my eyes slightly. I bet it's fucking reserved.
"A car?" I scoff and he nods, not seeing any problem with my question, "I ride the bus to and from school."
"Oh." Scott says as his head drops and he jogs down the rest of the steps. It seems everyone forgets that I'm a scholarship kid and that I don't have the same privilege as they do. I have to take public transport, I have to make sure my grades are perfect and I can't just go out for lunch whenever I want.
Sebastian still asks me almost everyday if he can take me out for lunch again. Sure, I love food so damn much. But it felt wrong since I had nothing to pay for my lunch with and he always offered.
The thought of Sebastian in my head reminds me of something and I follow Scott over to his bike.
"Hey, what's going on between you and Seb? I thought you guys were best friends or something. " I question, watching as Scott throws a leg over his bike and settles down on top of it. He glances up at me with his jaw now clenched and his eyes harden. Whoops, I obviously hit a nerve.
"Ask him." He replies as he slips his leather jacket on and grabs his helmet, "Goodbye Kara."
He then puts his helmet on, turns on the ignition of his bike and drives off. I was left standing there with a complete gobsmacked look on my face. What the fuck?
here's another one because all of you guys were so eager to find out what happened next!
scott and kara were getting a little closer in this one which i'm sure is what most people wanted.
now this is probably the last one for the next day or two so i hope you enjoyed it!