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Chapter One
Lona was sitting on the top floor of Eden Hall's library. Over summer she had fallen in love with the floor. It had a great view of campus, it was quiet so she could study or sleep (depending on which she was lacking) and most of all no one would bother her. She hated being packed in close to people. It made her paranoid, like everyone was watching her.
Now it was fall. She sighed heavily. Rarely was she alone in the library. There were four sets of two single chairs in a square around a table and everyday for the last month she sat with four or five people uncomfortable. Today she thought she was lucky. It was her free period and she was the only person here. She was reading Beowulf and listening to her Zune. She was so caught up in her reading she didn't notice the area around her filling. It was only when someone tapped her book and Lona came face to face with a red head wearing glasses.
"Hi," he said smiling.
"Hi," she answered back indifferently.
He scratched his head awkwardly, seeing she didn't understand why he was interrupting her. "Do you mind if I sit?"
Lona looked around to see the only spot open was by her. She couldn't believe how crowded it had become with out her noticing. 'Crap!' she screamed in her head. Normally when it got like this she would go and find another place alone. She didn't want to be rude or anything. "Sure." He smiled and sat down. 'Well, if you didn't notice them before just go back to reading like no one is here.'
"Hey, I'm reading that book too!" he looked at her closely. She raises an eyebrow at his look. "Are you in early periods of Brit lit with Tina Beachman?" She nodded her head. "Isn't she great!" he continued. He held his hand out, 'I'm Les Averman, but you can call me Averman."
She looked at him a moment before taking his hand weakly, "Lona Trebond."
He gave a huge smile. "Have you read those riddles yet?" She shook her head. "We should do them together!" He caught his excitement and saw the unsure look on her face. "Um, that is if you're interested."
"Averman, stop scaring the girl," the large boy to his left laughed. He looked like he had been in the sun from how tan he was and his hair was almost black.
"Shut up, Goldberg."
"And maybe you could stop flirting with her so we can get our project done! Get her number or something when were not busy," the girl next to Goldberg chastised them.
Averman sighed and continued talking to Lona, who was a slight blush, "Sorry, Linda is all work and no play." She smiled his apology.
From there she continued to read and glance over at the three at work. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Averman glancing back at her. He would make a face here and there or scribble a note one his paper that she could see about Linda or Goldberg, which would make her smile.
Linda must have noticed too because after a few minutes she snapped. "Could you leave?" she said looking at Lona. "You're distracting my group from their work."
'What a bitch!' she thought. "Of course," Lona said packing her things and found scrap piece of paper. She wrote her name and number down and gave it to Averman. "Give me a call to do those riddles." She turned to Linda, "Enjoy the peace and quiet Bitchpants McCrabby." With that she waved and left.
Averman sat dumbfounded. 'A very pretty girl just gave me her number and I think it might actually be her number.'
Linda snapped her fingers in his face. She was angry. "Focus so I can get away from you two!"
Lona released the breath she had been holding once she was in the empty elevator. "I can't believe I just did that." She looked at her watch. 'I still have twenty minutes till algebra. What to do, what to do?' she thought as she stepped off the elevator and out the library doors. She shaded her eyes the sun and felt humidity. She was missing the air conditioning. She couldn't wait for winter. Her pocket starts to vibrate. "Already?" she mumbled thinking Averman was calling. "Hello," her tone more confident.
"I can see you…I bet you smell so good!" the voice said breathing heavily. It was deep and eerie.
Lona laughed and shook her head, "You really know how to make a girl feel stalked."
"I try."
"What's up, Andrew?"
"Nothing, I was really calling to tell you I see you."
"What? Hello?"
Hands grabbed her shoulders causing her to scream. She turned around to face the tall blonde and smack him it the chest. Andrew loomed over her 5'2 height. "I'm so glad you're not any taller or shorter. That could have been my face or another vital area," he smiled and patted her head.
"Whatever, you're a jerk." Lona turned to leave, but Andrew caught her arm. He pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head.
"Come on munchkin, where you headed?"
Averman and Goldberg were packing their things a few minutes after Lona. Linda was too furious to work with so she called it a day. She took the elevator and they the stairs. They didn't feel stay in an enclosed space with her at the moment. Averman walked on the outside to look out the large glass window over looking the fountain and stopped. Goldberg kept talking and was half way down the second set of stairs before he looked over to see Averman was not there. He looked back and Averman was on the landing between stairs the staring at something.
"Hey man, what are you looking at?" Goldberg asked as he stood next to him. Averman pointed to Lona on her phone. A guy came up and scared her. "We do that to Julie all the time."
As she turned to stomp away he grabbed her arm, pulled her into a hug and kissed her head. She smiled at him. They walked off with his arm around her shoulders. "And that's a Connie and Guy thing." Averman's face and mood drop instantly.
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