{I wanna dance with you; So take a chance}
The day was laid out as what would typically be considered a quiet day: No class interruptions, minimum gossip being spread, and above all, no one went out of their way to attempt to start a conversation with her. Blake briskly walked to the library, hugging her anatomy textbook to her chest and skillfully dodging the pathways of her more rambunctious peers. The hallways were filled with loud chatter and promises to meet up over the weekend or confirmations to attend the weekly high school party at so-and-so's house later that night. She ignored it all as she always did since even pretending to be listening would be out of place for someone of her social status. Instead she ducked into the safety of the silent library, heaving a great sigh of relief as the suffocating noise of the narrow hallways dissipated as the door slowly swung shut, shutting out all of that nonsense from her designated sanctuary.
With a brief nod directed towards the school librarian who responded with her own curt nod and small smile, she made a beeline for one of the study tables on the other side of the library, settling down into one of the hard-cushioned seats. The book that she previously clutched to her chest now lay open on the table in front of her, right in the middle of dizzying text that to anyone else would seem similar to a foreign language. Yet within seconds of sitting down, the dark-haired girl was already engrossed in it, leaning on her elbows and eyes skimming the page without so much as one second of hesitation.
However, she should've known that such peacefulness would be short-lived.
A loud slam startled her from her book trance and Blake jolted upright, golden eyes resting upon her only friend – if she could even call her that – Yang Xiao Long. The golden-haired beauty had stumbled upon her by chance – literally. It was a fuzzy night for the both of them, Yang because she was so hammered and Blake because everything was so crazy it went by in a blur. Yet despite their odd meeting, it sparked a bond between the two, one that no matter how much Yang insisted was present, Blake was a bit more hesitant to believe.
Getting over her initial shock, Blake returned to her book with a roll of her eyes and dryly said, "I'm surprised you were able to find this place."
"The library?" Out of the corner of her eye she saw Yang shrug and lean back, twisting her hair around her finger. "You say that like it's impossible to find. It's not exactly Cleopatra's tomb you know."
"I see you've been brushing up on history."
Yang flashed her a smile and leaned forward, trying to edge herself into Blake's field of vision. "Glad you noticed! It's so difficult to get your attention otherwise."
Blake quirked an eyebrow, even taking a moment to glance up from her book. "And just why would you want my attention?" She was at the bottom of the high school social pyramid, someone that not even the lowest would talk to (not that it wasn't what she wanted but still) and here was Yang, captain of the cheerleading squad, bright smiles and a pep in her step everywhere she went, leaving behind a trail of sunshine in her wake.
"Because I like you, silly!" She affectionately flicked Blake's forehead before turning to reach into her shoulder bag that sat on the floor, completely missing a flustered Blake recovering from her comment.
"So, uh…hey! I know this isn't really your thing, but I was wondering if you might wanna go check out this outdoor concert downtown. It's a pretty small-scale band – I think they're local – so there won't be a big crowd…" She trailed off and held out (or rather shoved) a flyer to Blake, only releasing once the brunette had a strong grip on the paper. Blake glanced over the colorful piece of paper, only taking time to read the large words that jumped out at her before sliding it back to Yang and returning to her book.
"I have studying to do, Yang."
Yang frowned and slid the flyer back insistently, trying her prize-winning smile again. "Oh c'mon, Blakey! It'll be fun! And if it's not, then I promise that we'll leave as soon as you start getting uncomfortable."
Without looking up from her book, Blake said, "I'm not the outgoing type and you know it."
"Yeah, well…I figured you'd say that," Yang admitted, stuffing the flyer back into her bag before turning back to her bookworm friend, mischievous smile in place. "But if you don't wanna do that…" She leaned over the desk, placing a hand on either side of Blake's textbook, capturing the brunette's attention effectively and keeping it by keeping her eye level with her chest. "We could always do…other things," she said, her words heavy with innuendo that she was sure Blake wouldn't miss.
Blake blinked and sighed, closing up her textbook and letting her hair fall to hide her blush. "What time's the concert?"
A loud piercing squeal was immediately shushed by a very irritated librarian.
A/N: This is actually something I wrote a year ago but exclusively posted on tumblr. So I figured I'd post it here now (finally).
