"Yes, hi," I smiled. "I was wondering if you could point me in the right direction to some books that cover some local urban legends." I made sure my smile was very cute, my voice was very high, and my chest was very much on top of the counter. In front of me stood about the dorkiest looking high school kid I have ever seen in my entire life.
He was taller than me, but definitely skinnier. Weighing in at 90 pounds we have.. "Eugene" working the front desk at the library. Pimply awkward face, and long limbs, and a bulging Adam's apple. This kid was set up for disaster but I'm sure with some acne meds and good makeover, he'll have enough confidence in himself to see that even a girl like me would be into him.
A girl like me. Wow, Liv. Way to talk yourself up.
We both know you're good looking, there's nothing wrong with being aware of it.
It's wrong because I'm using my looks to get what I want from this kid.
And I'm sure he uses his smarts to hang out with pretty dumb girls. Like you.
Fuck you.
"Uh-Um. Sure. Right this way." Eugene walked around the counter and motioned for us to follow him, but not after giving Sam a wary once over.
He probably thinks Sam is your boyfriend.
More like my dad, he's like 40.
Oh, daddy.
You're fucking disgusting, please shut up.
What's the male equivalent of Oedipus?
"He has totally got the hots for you." Sam whispered close to my ear.
Wonder how he got down here, he's like a foot taller than I am. Wonder if it hurts his back.
Wonder if the rest of him is proportionate.
Eye roll.
"What he totally does. And he's around your age." Sam smirked. I punched him on the arm and followed Eugene in quiet fury.
Between secretly glaring at Sam, hoping my mind would shut up, and trying to go through some basic urban legends in my head, I was surprised to see Eugene was quietly waiting for me to give him my attention.
We had arrived.
"There aren't many books on locals, but these are the ones that seem the most factual." he told us, focusing his gaze on me, his eyes cautiously skimming the rest of my body.
Gross.
"Thanks… Eugene" Sam said, smiling at him and clapping him on the back. Eugene looked at Sam as if he was fearing his life and quickly slipped away, smiling shyly at me just before disappearing for good.
Just when I was sure that Eugene was out of earshot, I turned around to face Sam and glared at him, crossing my arms.
As he was sitting down, a stack of books already in front of him, he looked up and caught my glare.
"What? Did I say something?"
"He wasn't staring at me. No more than you do." I said, sitting down next to him and grabbing a book.
He cleared his throat and tried to hide a smile, with no success. I shoved him. What a jerk off.
Careful now, your roots are showing dear.
SHUT UP.
"Listen, let's just get to work alright? I wouldn't want Bobby to think we're slacking or your brother to make jokes." I said, Dean already called us lovebirds once. I wouldn't want to give him the wrong impression of me. Sam either.
"Yea, Dean thinks you have some sort of crush on him." Sam chuckled. I actually laughed out loud.
"What? Where did he get that idea?"
"It's cause you're so mean to him."
"Is this the fucking fifth grade, if that's the case your brother is the one with the feelings. I just dish what I receive." I rolled my eyes. Fucking Dean Winchester is getting on my last damn nerve.
"Is that so?" he looked at me again. Straight at my eyes, stable, confident.
"..yea.." I hesitated.
He smiled. He had a really nice smile. It made him look a lot younger.
"You should smile more often." I blurted.
His smile became wider and he nodded. "You should too."
Fuck.
I nodded and buried my head into the book I had stolen from his stack. What am I doing to myself. This can't be happening. Not again.
Inhale. Exhale.
Why can't you admit you find him attractive?
I never said I didn't.
Okay so you guys are flirting, so what?
You know that can't happen.
Why? Because some—
"Are you okay? I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." Sam said, interrupting my thoughts. Thank goodness, but not really. He lightly touched my arm to get my attention and I looked at him. Looked into those kind green eyes and listened to the sincerity in his voice.
"Yea, sorry. It's just hard for me sometimes, to hear people be so.."
"Forward?"
"Yea. But the way you do it isn't the way I'm used to."
"You mean I don't objectify you?" he smirked.
I smiled down at the book and shook my head. "Nope, you don't. And that's whats so weird about you Sasquatch."
He looked at me for a long while then. Just looked at me, scanned my face for something, I don't know.
Maybe he likes you.
Shut up
Maybe he does, what harm could it do?
Please, shut up
He's a nice kid, Liv
Shut. Up.
He keeps looking at you, kiss him
Oh my fucking God, shut it.
"29" he blurted.
"What?"
"I'm actually 29, not 47. And I think I look good for my age, thank you very much."
"Yea. You do."
He smirked.
I smiled.
Atta girl.
I smiled even wider.