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"That's one word to describe you." "What's that supposed to mean?" I crossed my arms and tried to look annoyed, but I couldn't hide the smile on my face. Gabe's lips twitched and I knew he wanted to smile too. "I think you know exactly what I mean." "Ok," Val said with a sigh. He took the book and brought it back to the table where he put a bookmark in it. "If you two are going to start your weird flirt-fighting thing I'm going home to Lucky."

“Is Mr. Matthews the same as those people that you just mentioned?” Buchanon leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. “They’re all the same. Mr. Puzo wouldn’t have been annoyed if he hadn't told me that Gail’s identity was fake. That damn b*stard, how dare he make a fool out of me!?”

I turned, and a lump in my throat loosened at the sight of Bacco. He was the counselor of The Den of Knowledge, the Western Regional Library, an elderly man with gray hair and a gentle smile that creased the corners of his eyes. His presence radiated a quiet authority, a wisdom that contrasted dramatically with the hostility of the table. He greeted me with such genuine kindness that I felt seen, not as an intruder, but as an equal. I adored that stubborn man; he was a great teacher in his time. “Bacco, what a joy to see you here,” I said excitedly, feeling a wave of relief.

John held the book in the air, making a face as if he were holding a bottle of acid. "You," he said slowly and firmly, "do not need this." I leaned against the lockers and raised an eyebrow. I knew that there was no point in grabbing the book back from him; John was a brown belt in karate. He had ninja reflexes. "Why is that?" I asked softly. John fluttered through the pages, showing them to me. My eyes kept narrowing as he kept flicking through the pages. My eyes kept darting from picture to picture. "You don't seem to understand what I'm telling you," John insisted. "You. Are. Not. Gay!"

He asked, yawning as he closed his and slipped the cap onto the open pen, he leaned back into the chair as I set my phone onto the table. "It was good... a bit boring", I said, trying to cover the real truth. I had never called a book boring in my lifetime, but with him in front of me, everything else became boring to look at or even do. "How was your book?" I asked, and he began telling me how the book was, and I listened intently hoping he kept analyzing his book. He proved my theory right, everyone in The Great Gatsby was somewhat mentally ill, they were no good guys or girls, just people getting by.

"Hi. I'm Kim... from the bookstore." Hearing the word "bookstore", Jake was finally able to recall who this girl was. She worked in the bookstore where he usually bought books to use as references for his writing process... Or painting... an artist gotta do what an artist gotta do to achieve perfection. The internet can't always be trusted. Besides... Jake loved the way this girl called Kim, who worked as a cashier in the bookstore, looked when he bought random books about grave digging, self-made poisons and explosions, guns, and even exorcism. Thinking about it, Jake wanted to laugh.

He gave a slight nod and walked away. “Hey!” I called out, asking him to return. “Yes, Alpha. Say the word, and I’ll serve you loyally.” “I just want to ask you one thing. What does it really mean to be a ‘good guy’?” The beta standing before me looked puzzled, thinking deeply. “Isn’t it obvious? It means a guy with a good personality.” I thought for a moment. “What do I need to do for people to say I’m a good guy?”

“Let me make it up to you soda water” “How? How do you want to make it up to me?” I asked as I lifted my head and glared at him “Um I’ll get you a new book on the charter” I gave him a fake smile as I looked away in disappointment, I mean I might be a nerd but it doesn’t mean my whole world revolves around books and then him on the other side, who the hell makes up for what he does with a book on the United States and their charter whatever, like whoooo? And he is obviously trying to impress me, who the heck impresses a girl with a book, not just any book but a book on the United States charter. Nice gentleman Derick, you are such a nice gentleman.

she reassured me before adding slyly, "Biggie is coming this week. If he can handle their scrutiny, I'm sure you can." We both chuckled at the mental image of surfer-dude Biggie trying to mingle with Mr. Booker. There couldn't be two people who were more different from each other than these two. While Christian Booker had a menacing, room-owning presence, Biggie was the epitome of laid back confidence. I couldn't imagine what the two of them would say to each other. Deciding to make the best of the situation, I told myself it would be fun to watch them.

he said, but the way he said it softened everything inside it. “You’re early,” I said, wrinkling my nose at him and dropping into the chair across from him. “That’s why I’m Gamma.” He tapped the top book with one knuckle. “Are you ready?” “No,” I admitted, and pressed my hands flat on the table to make them stop fidgeting. “But that’s never stopped me yet, has it?” He nodded like that was the answer he’d wanted either way. Then he opened the first book and turned it so the spine would stay flat, “We’ll go slow. You don’t need to know every word. You only need the ones that matter.”