Bookworm
by Lady Pyrefly
Author's Note: Bookworms rock! This story is told from the point of view of the library girl.
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My arms full of books, I walk down the wide blue hallways of Balamb Garden. I am fourteen, and in love. Not with just any guy. No, I have my eye on Zell Dincht. Everyday, he walks into the library, my sanctuary, and asks the girl at the front desk if Welcome Home PuPu was in. It never is, but that never really stops him. Everyday in the halls he talks about one day getting a tattoo, or wondering if there would be hotdogs for lunch. But he is a first class prizefighter (in the junior division) and I'm just an invisible bookworm. It's like every time I'm around, his eyes just pass right over me, as if I'm invisible. I'm fourteen and already know how much love sucks sometimes.
But anyway, I walk down the hallways of my school, my arms loaded down with books, and a girl with white hair and an eyepatch decides that I would be a good victim. As I pass by her, she sticks her leg out and I trip. All the books tumble from my arms and one even gets sprayed by the fountains. The "king" of the school, Seifer, swaggers up to me and laughs. Everyone laughs. Tears fill my eyes, and I wish the earth would just swallow me whole.
And then, he comes. Zell was here, yelling at the girl (I think her name is Fujin) for tripping me. My hero.
"Hey, chicken-wuss, leave her alone. It's that dork's fault she's so clumsy!" Seifer defends his friend.
"You shouldn't make fun of her!" I can see Seifer is getting angry. He isn't used to be stood up to, and I don't think he likes it. Now don't misunderstand me, Zell's a scrawny boy. He isn't strong at all, just fast. But going against Seifer would make anyone rethink every move and slow them down. As it was, Zell was already sticking his neck out for me. I didn't want him getting hurt.
"No, really, it's okay. It's my fault. I'm such a klutz," I say upon finding my voice. Seifer and his friend laugh some more and then leave. Only Zell stays behind to help me gather up my things.
"Hey, you did this homework?" he asks, his blue eyes showing his awe. "What did you get for number three?"
I take the paper back. "A shumi," I answer.
"Awesome!" he says and grins. Zell hands me my water stained book and leaves.
I am filled with hope. Maybe, just maybe, tomorrow he'll ask me the answer to number four, and my name.
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Author's Note: You like? I wrote it in about five minutes after I got home from school.