I'm sitting in the University Library doing two things at the same time:

1) Searching for a new mystery book to read. As I said, I will not subject myself to the pain and agony of trashy romance.

2) Escaping the wrath of my father; I broke the Grecian discus in the ballroom. I can't help it if I tripped over my own feet and knocked it over in my attempts to stay upright!

I'm scanning the shelves that I know so well, unable to find a mystery that I haven't read. I decide to make my way over to the adventure section. Robinson Crusoe, the Black Arrow, Treasure Island, I've read them all. But just because I like it so much, I pull out Treasure Island and make my way over to my favorite comfy chair. I settle myself in it and open my book up to the first page.

For about half an hour or so, I'm completely into it, despite the fact that I've read the book five times already. But while ending chapter four, I get the strangest feeling that I'm being watched. I scan the room over and find it's completely empty except for the old librarian dusting the reading lamps.

I begin chapter five, but the feeling just won't go away. I look up and find someone standing over me.

"Treasure Island? That's a classic." A familiar voice says above me.

I look up and inwardly groan. Jones, again.

"What do you want?" I ask, going back to my book.

"To talk. You owe me that much." He says, not even cracking a smile.

Another inward groan. I do owe this stupid ass my life, the least I could do is let him talk to me.

"Alright, talk." I say, walking over to a nearby desk and seating myself in it.

"Uhhhh...in a library?" He asks uneasily, glancing around us.

"I'm not leaving until Abner promises not to send me to summer school for something I clearly didn't do." I snap back.

"What did you do?' He asks.

"Broke the Grecian discus that was displayed in the ballroom!" I say loudly, as if he didn't now.

"SSHHHH!!" The librarian stage whispers at us.

Jones sits next to me and absentmindedly picks up my copy of 'Pride and Prejudice'.

"Is this yours?" He asks quietly, waving it in front of my face.

"Yes." I whisper back, slapping his hand out of my face. "I tried selling it to the library but they already have twenty copies and every student I offered it to for free had their own copy. I tried reading it earlier but nearly died of hopeless boredom. It's a piece of crap novel."

Jones looks at me for a minute and then bursts out laughing.

"What's so funny?" I inquire, thoroughly perturbed.

"You." He says, taking a deep breath to steady his laughter.

I stare at him open mouthed for a brief moment, completely pissed off. Then, as calm as possible, I gather my books and walk out of the library, leaving him to his hilarious and charming (note the sarcasm there) self.

I tell you, I've met a lot of jerky guys in my life span of seventeen years, but this jerk has definitely made me the angriest I've ever been. He makes it so easy for me to hate him!

And sadly, he probably makes it easy for everyone else to hate him as well.

Some of you reviewers have asked me why Marion is so immature and crazy. Let me remind you that she is a teenager, not an adult. Plus, Indiana is freaking her out because eventually, (we all know this), they are going to fall in love and she'll eventually settle down. But for now, she's going to be insane. Over dramatic and crazy.

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