"Never explain--your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway."-Elbert Hubbard
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I am standing in the corner of a bookstore, leaning against a bare wall. A fair distance next to the counter.
Trying to read a book, Dragonology by Ryan Shaftren.
Trying...
"Well, are you gonna buy it or not?" A teenage girl dressed in a plaid skirted uniform hovers around her companion, he is also wearing plaid, in pants of course.
They are both students of the same school. The only difference in their outfits being, the girl wore a sweatervest while her friend fashioned a finely done blazer.The supposed school emblem is embroidered on the left side. In gold.
Must be rich...
I tip my hat as I read, turning a page. Although I'm not really reading.
" Ehh, I dunno...I just got my allowance but..." The boy is cut off by his friend, she hugs his left arm, cuddling him affectionately. "Oh, come on! The book's just two hundred!"
I raise a brow, Just? Oh yeah, rich. Sooo rich. I chuckle mentally.
The boy's lips curve ever so slightly, he's enjoying his company.
"Hmm." Lucky dog. I smile as well.
She looks at him, eyes a pretty violet, smiling sweetly like there was no tomorrow.
"F-fine..." He finally complies to his "friend's" wishes, even though I believe they are more than just friends.
A tiny bell rings, someone just walked into the store. I can't see who, as I'm at the far end of the bookstore. Infront of this lovely couple next to the fifth aisle of shelves.
The girl giggles under her friend's soft gaze, "Good...what are you staring at?" She blinks innocently, adorably even...what? I'm a boy too. I have hormones. Not as much as Raimundo but, you get the picture...I'm a gentleman through and through.
He looks down at the book in his right hand(the other still being hugged).
"N-nothing, let's get this payed for, shall we?"His voice stutters. Heard it before. He likes her alright. Just too afraid to admit it.
...Like some people I know.
She nods with a questioning look on her face. Probably asking herself, Why was he looking at me like that?
Trust me, I know. I've seen Kimiko do it all the time at him. An eyebrow raised, curiousity peeked, a genlte smirk on her face.
Because ever so often, he tends to look at her. Raimundo, I mean. As if admiring her delicate features. Staring sweetly.
The counter girl smiles plastically at the two, "Hi, may I help you?"
I give them a small smile, "Best of luck, partner." and I go back to my reading. Enough of that.
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The cash register sounds, they leave.
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DRIING!
Someone walks up to the counter.
I continue to read.
"Hi, welcome to Bookworm, how may I help you, sir?"
Some dragons are incredibly social with other creatures, often misunderstood by humans that they would gladly eat them rather than talk with them...
"Uh, yeah...I'm here about the book order. You know, Dante's Inferno?"
...My reading pace slows...That voice.
The counter girl distincly pauses for some reason.
"Uh, hello? Miss?"
She seems disturbed, "Oh, yes. Right. Under the name of?"
"Jack Spicer."
I drop my book, my eyes widen as my mouth drops.
THUD!
Their heads turn to me, the counter girl merely blinks. But Jack, Jack has the nerve to speak to me.
He gasps slightly, "Bailey? What are you doing here!" Jack screams that girlie little scream of his.
I flinch, he's as annoying as ever.
"Reading. It's a free country, innit?" I have a somewhat threatening tone to my voice, and for some reason, I had the urge to crack my knuckles. So, I did. Oh, God, I'm hilarious...
He took a step back.
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Nobody moves.
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I start to laugh, "Relax, partner! Not gonna hurt you now. No Shen Gong Wu to fight over...besides, you look decent today. So, I'll cut ya some slack." I say, complimenting his casual wear.
He's finally out of his trench coat, dressed in a simple t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. Goggles around his neck.
Jack snorts, insulted. He looks me from head to toe.
"You're still wearing that silly hat, I see."
My eyes narrow, "You're still wearing all that make-up, I see."
Hah, nobody messes with my hat!
"Ohhh, real nice."
He crosses his arms and turns away from me.
I straighten up and reach for my book.
He clears his throat.
"So..." He begins nonchalantly.
I close my book and put it under my hat. There's nuthin' that my hat can't do!
"So..." I mimic, clueless and uninterested.
He scratches his head, "Wanna get a drink...or something?" He motions his head to the door.
I shrug, tip my hat to the counter girl and shuffle to the door. Jack Spicer follows, yawning.
I walk out the door, smiling evilly. I put my hands in my pockets.
Jack's about to walk out but then...
The door hits him squarely in the face. He faints.
The counter girl rushes up to him. She's yammering word after word behind the glass door, I can't hear her. She looks at me worriedly, I blink.
Then I turn to my left.
I'm sorry but, I want to be alone this afternoon.
And I walk.
Dojo's going to pick me up soon.
No hard feelin's, Jack. That was just for my hat.
"Le's have a drink, shall we?" I whisper quietly, patting my hat.
Books are nice...but my hat's way nicer.
I love my hat...
Ah, I feel so much better! Turns out all I needed to do to lift my mood was...go to the bathroom! WHEEEE! Anyways, I really had fun with this chapter! Because I really think that Clay's smarter than he lets us on. I pictured him to have this clever and observant side. It's pretty obvious that he notices most of what's going on...Clay, you rock, cowboy!
On another note, about the Jack thing...yeah, I imagine Jack would do some regular goth boy genius stuff aside from the evil boy genius stuff. Hey, he's still human...I think. Oh, and about his clothes: Yes, yes, ladies. Dream on. In my perspective, Jack looks way hot in casual wear...
(readers stare at her)
...what?