Kennedy left the aisle, leaving Clint staring at the book in his hands. She continued walking until she noticed Blaze sitting on the floor an aisle over form her. She peered through a gap in the books and watched him.
Blaze, being the dedicated scholar that he is, sat casually on the floor of the library, tearing pages from the battered looking encyclopedia in front of him.
It hurt Kennedy to see a book being intentionally damaged in such a way, but she didn't stop him, she was curious.
After tearing out 5 pages, Blaze stopped and stacked the papers into a neat pile in front of him. He then picked up the paper at the top of his pile and began folding it with remarkable attention to detail. He continued to make smooth crisp folds until a perfectly crafted paper airplane rest in his lap. He positioned his hand at the bottom of the airplane, lifted his arm, and sent the airplane gliding down the aisle.
It was a rather peaceful thing, Kennedy thought to herself, but she couldn't shake the fact that it was Blaze, sitting with a decrepit looking book in front of him, who had intrigued her. She continued to watch as he began to fold another paper airplane.
He really was rather good looking Kennedy thought. His bright blue eyes contrasted his pale skin and brown hair in a way that Kennedy could only think to describe as pleasing. His features were sculpted, his lips remaining firmly pressed together as he worked.
Kennedy shook her head, almost annoyed with her own thoughts. She knew he was no good, if she had to guess she'd say that he had missed at least 40 class days this semester, and when he was at school he was never fully engaged, always distracted.
"Enjoying the show sweetheart?" said Blaze abruptly disturbing Kennedy's silent viewing.
"You're good at that." Kennedy mumbled awkwardly, she was taken a back that he had seen her standing there.
"What! Was that what I think it was!? A near compliment from THE Kennedy Slaker?' Blaze gasped with mock excitement.
"C'mon, I'm not a dick all the time." Said Kennedy rolling her eyes.
"You are to me." Said Blaze simply.
"I don't like people who are lazy" said Kennedy, feeling slightly defensive.
"and what does that have to do with me?' asked blaze, raising his eyebrow. Kennedy didn't like that look. In her mind, it felt like a challenge, as if he knew what she was thinking and was daring her to say it allowed.
"You've skipped like a third of the semester so far." Kennedy said dully.
"And your point is?" replied Blaze, refusing to shift his eyes off of Kennedy.
"Where do you go when you skip class?" asked Kennedy, ignoring Blaze's question.
"Why, you looking to join?" asked Blaze a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.
"I'm an athlete, the last thing I need is to get busted doing drugs with a guy like you." Kennedy said cruelly, once again becoming defensive.
"Who said anything about drugs? You certainly like your assumptions don't you Ms. Slaker?"
"You're wearing a royal blue track suit… for your sake I hope you were high when you got dressed this morning". Kennedy said exasperated.
"Kennedy, do you really want to know where I go when I skip school?" Blaze asked calmly.
Kennedy hesitated, Blaze had peaked her curiosity and he knew it. Kennedy didn't like the feeling, but seeing no better alternative, she sat cross legged on the library floor and waited for blaze to speak again.
