then I called you
"I need you to pretend that we are in love
again." and you agreed too
-Clark Gable, The Postal Service
She swallowed the final gulp of her water and hid behind the bulkiness of her newfound friend. The library rules were enforced under the Red Shirts, who already noticed her defiance of the rules long ago, even though she’s only been there for a month.
“So what do you think?” Jimmy pointing at the social networking site, with a picture of his brother, the same age as her.
“He’s good looking,” Jamie spoke before she could say anything.
“He’s all right I guess,” she shrugged.
“What? My brother not your type?” he demanded and she shook her head. “Then what is your type?”
The library was barren of people, even though just hours before it was filled with voices and laughter, along with the clicking of the keyboards. She looked around, and she saw him. He was standing quite a ways away, but something just caught her eye. Jimmy caught on and peered at him, as did Jamie.
“That’s your type? Want me to go see if he’s single?”
“Jimmy, don’t! Please, I look like crap and he’ll take one look at me and just say no regardless.”
“Come on Jimmy, don’t, the girl’s asking you not to.” Jamie chorused into her pleas.
Jimmy rose up, exposing her and her water bottle in hand. The Red Shirt shot a look and she dropped the bottle on the ground before his eyes found the plastic enemy. She stared in horror as Jimmy walked slowly towards him, each step making her more nervous. She put her head down and Jamie narrated the scene.
“He’s talking to him, oh my God, he’s so stupid! Now the guy’s looking over here. He’s smiling! Aw, he looks happy! Look up, he’s looking and wave!” Jamie waved as well and pointed down to her friend’s hidden face.
It seemed like an eternity that she had her face planted to the laminate surface of the countertop and she heard Jimmy’s hard footsteps on the floor. The creak of his chair and his exhale let her know he was there and ready to talk.
“He’s got a girlfriend.”
“Oh,” she said. “Well, I saw that one coming.”
She watched as the guy walked by the all glass wall of the library. He looked content to hear about how some girl wanted him. Oh well, she thought, she made his day at least and since the school is so large, there’s no chance in hell she’ll see him again.