4. library memories
C A L U M "Calum, are you listening?" Luke waves his hand in front of my face. No. "Yeah, what were you saying?" I ask, dragging my gaze from the window. "I was saying how we have a potential drummer auditioning for the band next week" He grins. "Cool" I say, my gaze returning to the window as he continues to ramble. Although Luke is a year younger than us, he's still my best mate. And band member. "Why are you ignoring me?" He pouts. "I'm just distracted, can't you talk to Mikey?" "He has his tongue down someone else's throat." "Oh." Jeesh, why can't I stop thinking about that girl in my music class? I know she lives above the cafe. She must have started this year. She had these green eyes. Not vibrant green, but pale, almost grey. She had brown hair with blonde highlights. Or was it blonde with brown highlights? I don't know. She seemed very interested in the lesson. She kinda cocked her head when listening. It was adorable. I felt embarrassed when Michael made that stupid comment though. I had tried to go up and apologise to her, but she flinched like I was going to hit her or something. Then she ran. Man she was fast. One minute she was there, then she was gone. I followed her as far as her house. Or flat in this case. She'd shaken her head at me. Did she not like me? Did she not like how I followed her? Now that I think about it, it was a bit stalkerish. I sigh. I don't have music today. Damn. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I seriously cannot find her anywhere. I checked all the classrooms, the cafeteria and every inch of he school grounds. The only place I haven't checked is the Library. I haven't been there since year 8 because Mikey got kicked out. Ms Prince didn't appreciate Michael making out with Lacey behind the non-fiction shelf. We haven't been there since. As I enter, I get a glare from Ms Prince who obviously remembers who I hang out with. People shoot me weird glances and turn and whisper to the person next to them. "What's Calum Hood doing in the Library?" "Has he got detention?" "Is he meeting a girl?" I roll my eyes. Is it really so bad for me to be in the Library? Then I see her. Tucked away in the corner of the library, her hair shielding her face. She's scribbling furiously on her notepad with a book in front of her. As I approach her, I see that she's writing an essay that is currently 5 pages long. Wow. I let out a low whistle. Startled, she looks at me and drops her pen on the floor. I bend down and pick it up. I pull up a chair and hand her pen back to her. "Hey, I haven't been to the Library for ages. Michael#s banned you see, do you come here often?" I say, casually. I think she's in shock. Her mouth is open slightly and she keeps staring at me. I lean towards her slightly, fake whispering. "This is the part when you say thank you." She hooks a piece of stray hair behind her ear with her pinky finger. Cute. "Why is he sitting with her?" "What does Calum Hood want with a newbie?" "She's not even that pretty" I grimace. Why are people so unaware of other peoples feelings? By now she's continuing to write her essay. "You know" I begin, "you are pretty." Slam. She whacks the book shut and turns to me. "What do you want?" Finally she speaks. British. Interesting. "To be friends" "Why?" "Why not?" "Because that's a lie. You're not like that" "You don't know anything about me" I cross my arms. "I know that your name is Calum Hood, you take PE and music. You were asked to be captain of the soccer team last year, but you turned it down. You like to play with girls. You hang out with Luke Hemmings in the year below and Michael Clifford who just so happens to be an inconsiderate asshole." She finishes. I stare at her, gob smacked. "You learnt all of that in one day?" She smirks. "Oh believe me, everyone warned me about you." She opens her book and carries on working. Well, I didn't realize I had a reputation. That was more Michael's sort of thing. I lean over her shoulder. "What are you writing about?" My lips brushing her ear. "Uhh..um" she stutters, cheeks flaming. "Just the history essay Mr Parker set us." "He set us an essay?" Oh no. "Yes, what do you mean 'us'? You don't do history." She asks, clearly confused. I smirk "yeah I do, I skipped it yesterday. Couldn't be bothered with the introductory talk." "Oh" she says again. I scan over her essay. She's really good at this. I think about my grades from last year. I wanted a career in music. Not soccer. But I still needed something to fall back on. My grades last year for history were disgusting. I really needed a tutor to catch up. "Do you think you could tutor me for history?" In blurt out. "It's just that I'm really behind and I'm not very good at exam technique..." I trail off. I look at her expectantly. "Okay, sure" she says, putting down her pen and closing her book. "I can do any day." "Is Tuesday fine? I can't do it at my house because my mum is having friends over." She nods, slipping her book and notepad into her bag. She puts a piece of paper on the desk. Standing up she says "My address is there, see you Tuesday" and runs off, hurriedly to her next class. I pick up the bit of paper. 'I'd give you my address, but you already know where I live. Don't you? Marcie' I smile. She's right of course. Tuesday can't come fast enough.