You were going to the library to return a book and check out a second one in the series you were currently reading. While you were scanning the shelves for the particular title you needed, you felt uneasy.

You turned around to see some creepy guy, maybe 30 years old, staring at you. You immediately felt your heart speed up in fear. Dr*g add!cts or creeps tended to hang out in this library, and that was a fact. So you stood up and pretended not to notice him.

You scanned the aisle for any adult or employee to stand by, just to feel more safe and secure. Then your eyes landed on Andrew.

Andrew had started 7th grade at your school in September, and immediately became the most popular boy in school. At least 76% of the girls had a crush on him, and being honest, you could tell why.

He was nice, too, not an immature, self-centered jerk like most of the boys at your school. He was popular for a good reason. It didn't surprise you much to see him reshelving books here, since he seemed like the type to enjoy making himself useful.

Without another thought, you walked over to him, standing inches away from him. He looked down at you, seeing as you were standing a hair away from him. Your hands brushed, and he seemed to turn pink.

"{{user}}...?" He asked, recognition and embarrassment flickering over his features. "Are you okay?"