It was the beginning of the new semester, and Scotland was being dropped off at school by her mom, who insisted she be driven everywhere, even with her being 18.
“I told you, I don’t want to be here.” Scotland says, looking at her mom.
“Scotland don’t start.” Her mom responds, idling the engine in front of Donovan High.
“I already did. Now bring me home and end it.”
“Scotland, no. I am not bringing you home! You have been out a lot longer than you should have been, and it makes me nervous with you home all of the time.”
“I’m 18, not 4.”
“No, but your decisions have made me treat you like you’re 4.”
Scotland shoots her mom a look, grabs her bag and throws a strap over her shoulder, slamming the expensive car’s door and marching off into school; But not because her mom wanted her to, but because she wanted to get away from her.
After getting her schedule from the office, she goes to the library for her free period and grabs a book, and sits on the uncomfortable couch to read it. She gets 2 chapters deep into the book before she notices someone hovering over her.
“Good book.” He says, tapping his index finger once on the back of the hardcover. Scotland glances up, gives a small hum, and looks back at the page, looking for her spot where she last left off.
“Um, so, I kinda sorta sit here during this block...” He says, confident that she will give up her seat. He clears his throat and looks across the room, then looks back down at her. “If you won’t give me the seat can you at least move your bag so I can sit?”
“Not with you smelling like nicotine, no.” She responds, flipping the page.
“Sorry?” He says, slightly offended as he switches his weight from foot to foot.
“People nowadays beautify smoking and make it so-called ‘artsy’, when it ruins peoples lungs and lives, killing someone one inhale at a time. It’s disgusting, really.”
“I smoke not because it looks good, but I smoke because it gives my lungs life.”
“And death.” She says as he exhales and lets out a grunt with a sly smile on his face.
“What’s up your butt, princess?” He asks, tossing her bag on the floor and sitting down next to her.
“Don’t touch my stuff.” She says, picking up her bag, and shutting the book. Scotland walks into the aisle of tall bookcases and places her book back on the shelf, and turns around but finds the guy who was just annoying her standing above her. “What do you want?” She asks, glancing between his brown eyes.
“Your name.” He says, lifting his elbow to the height of his head and leaning against the shelf.
“You don’t want to know that.” She lets out a fake laugh and slightly shakes her head.
“Why not?” He raises his eyebrows, smirking.
Scotland runs her tongue across the front of her top teeth, looking to her right, then looks back at him, her arms crossed.
“Scotland what?” He takes his arm down.
“Scotland Aurora Green.”
“Is it possible to fall in love with someones name?” He asks, looking in her eyes.
“Okay, whatever you’re trying to do isn’t working.” She slightly laughs. “You’re not getting in my pants if that’s what you want.”
“Hey, hey, hey. I never said anything about getting into anyones pants unless that’s what you want…” He smirks.
“You’re ridiculous.” She says as she scoffs, and pushes past him, throwing her bag once again onto her back.
He grabs her arm and spins her around once he catches up to her, just out of the library.
“Colton Michael Thomas.” He says.
“Well Colton Michael Thomas, I would kindly appreciate it if you fuck off.” She replies, walking away.