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3. The Smells of a Library.

-Missy.

Roses. Romantic, passionate, deviously fresh and toxic; the sultry smell of them, twisting and weaving through the air, like the vines of the flowers themselves, undetectable, had woven through the many seams of the atmosphere, until they had taken over the room, in their enveloping embrace. But why would a library of all things, smell like a bouquet of roses had been scattered all over the room, and a rose smelling perfume had been sprayed excessively directly over my head? It was overpowering, it took over your senses and left you dizzy and defeated, like a professional heavy weight champion was pressing his knee into your stomach. Gasping for a lungful of air and ready to puke.

I nodded at something Mrs. Burns said and returned my tired eyes to the dusty, musty old book. I gulped, trying desperately to shake the nauseous feeling of oncoming vomit threatening to spill out of my firmly clamped lips.

There she was. I could pick her up from across the room. She couldn't see me, I was sure. Human eyes couldn't see this far, at least I thought. I suppose I underestimated them a tad…who was I kidding, she couldn't see me, she was across the 10 meter long corridor, standing with her back to me, her long wavy hair spilling over her petite shoulders, in a wave of brown. There was no way she could see me staring. But something about her, just felt…familiar. Like a forgotten memory creeping almost lazily to my subconscious, it was right there, on the tip of a revelation, but every time I prodded and picked at it, it would fall back to the very depths of my mind, determined to stay forgotten. It bothered me, knowing I had seen her before, different, but still her. I was usually so good at this, face recognition that is. My memory was like a sponge, but at this moment it felt like a sieve.

" Before continuing, be sure to exercise extreme caution. The following steps can result in painful electrical shocks, so follow the instructions carefully." I chuckled, the sound so long and deep humans couldn't hear it, only see the curvature of my lips in a slightly turned up smile. No one would ever guess, I was reading about how to hot wire a car, not with the cover of a dusty old Renaissance novel. I was the picture of innocence and intelligence. At least one of them was right.

She turned. I didn't have to look at her to know that. She was a klutz, her feet tumbling over themselves as she walked, they weren't big by any means, yet she still managed to trip over them, spilling her books on to the unclean hallway floor. The teacher, looking like a yellow canary ready for flight, hovered over her, spitting 'are you all right' down at the flushed girl. Yet he made no effort to help her, only encouragement as she collected her books; jerk, I guess I was no better. I made no effort to move out of my chair, she wouldn't want my attention anyway.

Strawberries. Light, fruity and irresistible. They were fruits of the earth, so delicate in scent so powering in taste; the taste magnified beyond compare, the sweet juices exploding across your tongue in a joyful paradox of happiness and life; the red juices spilling down your chin like blood and death. Again, why could I smell strawberries in a library? I looked up eyes, scanning the dead tranquil room for the source, but I didn't get far. She was there, the table, only a foot away from me, her green eyes blazing with embarrassment as he balanced her pile of books in her nimble eyes. Her hair, like a fountain of brown, reeked of strawberries. Did she bathe in strawberry juice. I fixated my eyes on her, accusingly; I didn't want to talk to her, not when I couldn't place her. I hoped the look would detour her. No such luck.

She bit her lip. Her eyes wide, doe like eyes open in something similar to fear. Her feet braced upon the ground, unmoving in the black and white Keds, "Are you…um…," Her piercing green eyes, similar to mine in color scanned a small piece of paper clutched firmly in her hand, "Are you Derek Souza?"

I nodded and continued to stare at her.

Her eyes shifted around the room. She was nervous, that's what she was. Like a tiny child, lost in a crowded place. There was no crowd here, just me; though my size certainly could take the place of another person. Anyone would be surprised to know, I wasn't fat, but muscular under these baggy clothes, " Mrs. Mullark, said you could tutor me….in math," Her voice was small and weak. She was scared of me, of course, what difference did it make if one more girl was scare of me, I had Chloe anyway, I didn't need her.

I grunted what sounded like a yes, and returned my eyes to the book, unable to concentrate on the words. My thoughts clouded with picture of Chloe; she was still in class. I wonder what she was wearing, what she was doing, if she was thinking about me too.

"What time?"

I shook my head slightly; I hadn't realized she was still here. Annoyed, I said in a rather gruff tone, "I don't care…"

She frowned, and looked down, her hair cascading down over her face. She smoothed it out and looked up, "Well, today after school would be good…"

"Ok," I looked away from her, officially bothered by her presence. I knew I never should have signed up to be a tutor, but then I'd actually have to go to take classes, and I really didn't want to. Not when I had so many other things on my mind. My thought drifted to Chloe again; her on the beach, her slim figure enveloped in a one-piece swimsuit and back to her lying on my bed, her pj's hung dangerously low on her hips.

The sound of the soft covers of the girl's books, being scraped off the pebble like table, snapped me out of my daydream. She smiled slightly and walked clumsily out of the library's doors, only to be flocked by a few guys, tugging her books and her along. I sighed and relaxed again, a gust of cool wind, sending me further into a daydream, but the soft fluttering of paper, drifting lazily to the ground, took hold of my thoughts.

The smooth white parchment haphazardly folded down the centre, lay strewn on the ugly purple carpet. It was small and easily forgettable, upon the sheets of notebook paper also tossed on the ground. But something about it, demanded my attention. I needed to see it.

I picked it up, cradling the delicate puppy in my strong hands. I took a deep breath, could it help me find my father, my family, the one place I could really belong? I sighed once I read it. No, it couldn't. All that was printed on the paper in delicate script was:

Bella Swan, 775 K Street.


I didn't have to put a POV right? You all know…I hope :) R&R!