This story is different than the other Covenant story that I'm working on, of course. I'm trying to put more description into this story than the other one... I tend to use A LOT of dialogue and very little description, so I'm working on balancing that out... So let me know how I'm doing.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Covenant!!!
Pogue Parry slowed down but didn't stop, and Caleb fell into step beside him. They had both just gotten out of their last class of the day, Psychology.
"We're going to Nicky's tonight," Caleb said. "You want to come?"
"No. I've got stuff to do," Pogue replied lamely.
"Pogue--" Caleb started.
"I don't want to talk about it."
Caleb stopped and just watched Pogue walk away. He knew what was wrong with Pogue, but he didn't know how to fix it.
A musty smell overwhelmed Pogue as he opened the heavy wooden door to the library. Inside, the lighting was dim, and Pogue's eyes took a moment to adjust. The library was practically empty, just like he had expected it to be. It was a Friday, an unseasonably warm mid-March day, and classes were over for the week.
He headed up the old, red carpeted stairway to the second level of the library. He walked past three rows of books and turned right.
"Oh!"
Pogue almost knocked a girl over, but he managed to catch her before she toppled over.
"Sorry," he apologized as he released his grip on her arm.
"It's okay," she said, her lips curving into a small smile. "I was just trying to reach that green book on the top shelf."
The girl had straight black hair that fell just below her shoulders, grass green eyes, and creamy skin. But, the fact that she was pretty didn't even register with Pogue. He just wanted to sit down in a quiet place by himself so he could think.
"Do you think you could hand it to me?" she prompted gently. She was at least a good five inches shorter (probably more) than he was. Even when she stood on her tip toes, she couldn't quite reach the book.
"Oh. Uh, yeah." He grabbed the book and handed it to her.
"Thanks."
Pogue just stared at her blandly, willing her to move out of his way. It wasn't that he disliked her or anything; he just wanted to sit down and be left alone. The girl finally realized that he was waiting for her to let him pass, so she stepped to the side.
"Sorry," she said softly.
Pogue just shrugged it off and walked away.
Okay, so this is kinda short, but I'm already working on the next chapter.