AN: This would be loosely inspired by another author's 'verse.
Who? A/Z (modern)
Notes
The boy with the crazy blonde hair sat across the table from her. His entire demeanor threatened to disturb her pristine environment. Hers was a special place in the school's library – found after weeks of searching at her new high school. The afternoon light filtered in just so, the wooden table was the correct height and large enough to accommodate her books, laptop, index cards, highlighters and pens. In short, for Amy to maintain her intended ranking in the class, she highly valued this space. There was no room for visitors or distractions.
"Hey there."
Looking over her glasses, she gave him a reprimanding look and then returned her focus to the biology homework in front of her.
"Don't talk much, do you?"
Amy lifted a delicate eyebrow and raised her chin in the direction of the sign which read plainly 'Quiet Corner – no cell phones, no talking.'
"I bet you put that sign up yourself."
Amy continued to highlight a passage on mitosis and willed the blush she felt coming on to stop. He was just a boy - albeit a potentially cute young man, but not worthy of embarrassing pink cheeks. Continuing to look down and redoubling her efforts to look studious, she was surprised when a hastily scribbled note came across her line of vision: My name is Zach. What's yours?
Hoping he would take the hint and go away, Amy quickly scribbled her name and didn't bother respond with a query of her own.
I'm a junior, what year are you?
Unable to stop herself, she wrote back, Skipped third grade, transferred in, a junior like you.
"So that's why I haven't seen you in the junior parking lot!"
She raised her head and made eye contact with him, then put a finger to her lips and responded, "Shh!"
"Fine," he grumbled, "We'll do things your way."
What are you doing Sunday night?
She paused, and chewed on the end of her pen. Why did he ask about Sunday? Why not Friday? Or Saturday, the traditional date night? Was he only here for some help with his studies? As quickly as she had been flattered by the attention, she now wished it was over. Her curiosity piqued, she wrote, Why?
Give me your number and I'll tell you why.
Biology becoming significantly less interesting, she smiled in spite of herself and after considering his request, finally wrote down her cell phone number. He took the paper back and apparently happy with her response, began drafting a lengthy response, complete with crossing sections out and looking to the ceiling for inspiration. Reading the same definition in her textbook at least three times, she grew impatient and was elated when the note came back. She began reading the sloppy handwriting:
Of course I want to see you before Sunday, but I've got a Cross Country meet and won't be back until then. I know you're new to town, so I'd like to show you some of the great things around. Since I could never tell you out loud, I think you're pretty and smart and if you say no I will take off my shirt, begin singing loudly and cause everyone in the library to look over here. What do you say? Go out with me?
Her cheeks rosy, Amy looked up and said, "I'd love to."