Goddammit.

This is the second time. The second TIME she broke something valuable in the house.

A Grecian discus. Priceless, pristine. Worth two arms and a leg. Abner must have paid just that much to get it.

And his own daughter broke it.

I tell you, if this keeps up, there won't be any relics left in the world within two months.

I wasn't even the room when she did it, but the crash was inevitable and her shouted curses even more so. She ran out the ballroom, past me, knocked into the butler and sprinted out the front door before Abner could reign his temper down upon her.

I decide to get away from his wrath as well, so head up campus to the library. One of my favorite places in the world, because it's honestly the most quiet place I can ever find myself at. No mountain top, cave or gave yard could ever be as peaceful as a library.

I head to the adventure fiction section, ready to immerse myself in someone else's story that involves getting treasure. I head straight for the goods, scanning the section for the name Robert Louis Stevenson.

"Stevenson....Stevenson. Stenard. Steven. Stipes." I mutter all the names on the shelf under my breath. "But where the hell is Stevenson?"

I turn around wildly, searching for my favorite book. C'mon, where could it be? I know this library has a copy.

And then I see it.

The book, in navy blue binding with golden letters across the cover reading 'Treasure Island', lying propped open on the knees of none other than Marion Ravenwood. I can't help but smile a little bit. Most girls really would not be caught dead reading a rough book like that. It's always Charlotte Bronte, Jane Austen, or Emily Dickinson. I even think that Abner gave Marion a copy of 'Pride and Prejudice' for her forgotten birthday. But knowing her, she probably threw it away. Or maybe she ate it.

Hey, with this girl, anything's possible.

I should probably talk to her. Be nice. Get her to act decent towards me. I DID save her life after all. It's not like I'm asking her to admit to my attractiveness. But it wouldn't be bad if she could, you know, bow down and all.

Her eyes are intent on the page, racing back and forth. Every few seconds or so she glances up, as if looking for someone. Where I'm standing, there's no way she can see me from behind this shelf. A few minutes later I decide to reveal myself. I walk over, tipping my head to the side curiously as I watch her.

"Treasure Island? That's a classic." There's my conversation starter. Beautiful, isn't it?

I can swear that she actually winces upon hearing my voice. A fact I find both irritating and hilarious.

She looks up at me, looks like she wants to hurl, and returns to her book.

"What do you want?"

"To talk. You owe me that much." I don't bother to be nice. She owes me.

She doesn't even bat an eyelash at me however. No complaining. No more wincing. She gets up (rather awkwardly, might I add) closes the book with a snap and walks over to a desk and seats herself once more.

"Alright, talk." She sounds very glad to indulge in conversation right now.

"Uhhhh...in a library?" I can't even imagine talking in a library. It's sinful. Where's the respect for quiet I ask you!?

"I'm not leaving until Abner promises not to send me to summer school for something I clearly didn't do." She replies waspishly.

I wince now, recalling Abner's numerous threats about sending his daughter to summer school because she broke the discus. Unable to think of something else to say, I ask a question to which the answer is completely obvious.

"What did you do?"

Blase, Jones, very smooth and blase.

"Broke the Grecian discus that was displayed in the ballroom!" She shouts angrily, glaring at me. It's clear she knows I know.

"SSHHHH!!" An aged librarian swoops upon us, pinched face looking rather blood thirsty for peace disturbers. I shrug in apology.

Ravenwood turns dismissively away. I spot a book on the table next to 'Treasure Island'. I have to fight back a laugh when I see the name of it.

"Is this yours?" I ask, making sure to be quiet as I hold up a copy of 'Pride and Prejudice'. I should have figured that she would be one to read those. Just like all the rest of the girls.

"Yes." She blushes, as if embarrassed by the title itself and slaps my hand away from her. "I tried selling it to the library but they already have twenty copies and every student I offered it to for free had their own copy. I tried reading it earlier but nearly died of hopeless boredom. It's a piece of crap novel."

I stare at her for a minute and she stares back, looking completely sincere with loathing for a book that is considered the Ladies choice these days. And yet here she is, hating it. Trying to sell it to students and the library.

It's too funny to ignore, and I burst out laughing right there. I don't even notice at first the librarian eyeing me from the corner of the room.

"What's so funny?" She looks more sincere with loathing than ever.

"You." I lean on the desk, struggling to stay upright.

I'm completely laughing my ass off in the middle of the library at a seventeen year old girl who hates Jane Austen. The situation is too ironic.

She glares at me, stands up, gathers the two contrasting novels in her arms and runs out of the library.

I know that I should probably follow her. Apologize for giving her all these reasons to run away from me. But there's no way that will happen, because I'm still laughing. And I have yet to find another copy of 'Treasure Island'.

When I do find one, I settle down into the same chair that Marion was in, sighing to myself.

That girl is utterly ridiculous.

If it weren't for her occasionally moments of hilarity, I would probably hate her.


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