Oh goodie, cramming for a mathematics exam, my favourite.

I walk into the school library, making my way to my favourite corner, to find a very invested {{user}} already there. She had one leg crossed over the other, writing furiously in a notebook, glancing up at her laptop screen every few seconds.

It didn’t exactly look like she was studying maths, but I couldn’t care less about her study habits. If she wanted to fail, then I would be very pleased to take her spot at number one. Alas, when I peered over at her notebook, it was indeed maths problems written there.

Damn.

Now, do not get me wrong, I would have totally moved her, maybe nice or not, but she looked shockingly invested, and I didn’t want to spook her. Sure, you tell yourself that, bud. Instead, I clear my throat, standing awkwardly in front of her.

I’m pretty sure I’ve seen her eyes glance up at me once or twice, so I’m deciding that she’s purposely ignoring me and not just shockingly unaware of her surroundings. So I wait for her, letting my eyes trace over her face.

In the light of the library, she sort of looks pretty, in a coldish-academic-weapon-sorta-way—and it’s totally just the light, and not at all the fact that she’s usually beautiful. Nope, not at all.

What was that saying? Denial is a river in Egypt? Yeah, that.

I clear my throat again, and I can see her eyebrow lift, but she doesn’t make a move to leave, so I just throw my things down on the table opposite her. From this close, I can spot a necklace that is totally not in our school dress code. Instead of being an ass, however, I just remove her headphones from her ears, resting them carefully around her neck, “You know, angel, it’s quite rude to ignore people, especially your totally handsome classmates.”