''Lyle, comeon. It time for our class'sgirls match. Hey where are you even going. It's in the other direction.'' A black haired boy shouted as he watched his friend run in the opposite direction. Frustrated, he shouted at the top of his voice for his friend to come back. ''Lyle, come back. This is not funny.''
''We have a research to submit tomorrow. Do you think that's funny. The library should be empty right now, I'll just get the books quickly. You go on.'' Lyle Wilson, the young man whom his friend was shouting after, turned to reply before running off.
''It's sports day today. Is the library even open?'' Though exasperated, the black hired boy ran towards the stadium to make up an excuse for his heartless friend. Afterall, it was a rule that everyone had to watch the match of their class without fail.
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On the other side, Lyle was making his way towards the library in a hurry. He knows that his friend would cook up an excuse for him si he just has to hurry back and everything would be okay.
With his brown hair jumping with every step he ran coupled with that obsidian eyes, and lean physic with long legs, he looked like a model except that he was running instead if walking.
''As expected, the library is open and empty.'' Lyle muttered as he quitely made his way towards the non-fiction section, afterall, library is a silent place is what's embedded in the head ever since one learns the word library.
But the closer he got to the non-fiction section, the louder the sound of someone wisper yelling was heard.
'Someone's in the library even during the sports day? I got to see who that weird other then me is.'
As he got closer and closer, he began to hear the words spoken more clearly. And from among the books he could see those lips that were saying those words.
Lyle got closer and closer, until he could not only hear properly but also see the face of the weirdo clearly.
'It's her?'
It was the 'simple girl from the book' who joined last year. The girl who always buried herself in her studies.
Woah... those words doesn't sound like the words a simple girl from the book would say.
Guess he's in for a secret. But his train of thoughts were cut of by her words.
''I told you I'm not coming back.''
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''Do you think I care?''
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''Fuck you. I said I'm not coming back and that's final.''
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''Get the freaking hell away and don't you dare call me again. I don't want anything to do with that thing ever again. I won't let what happened before happen again.''
After whisper yelling in the phone, she cut the call off before slaming it down on the ground.
With a thud, the phone broke while she sat there on the floor with her head between her knees and arms. Her shoulders were shaking and soft sobs left her mouth.
Lyle who was behind the book shelf right behind her also sat there not knowing whether to go comfort her or not. She seemed like she needed comfort but if he went there, she would know that her secret is out. She wouldn't have a peaceful made then.
So all he did at the end was keep her company secretly and to keep watch as well.