Love for the Librarian

The bell rings for class, telling Kevin and Katelyn that I will see them later, I throw my plate away and head to Mr. Harman’s office. He is in there gathering the stuff that he needs for the field. He greets me with a smile. “Hey, Riley. I have the box there and you should be clear to go into the boys locker room after the final bell. Just the same as the girls, just leave the box by the door. When you are done you are free to leave. I have some stuff ready for next week for you to do. You can avoid Mr. Matthews all you want then.”

“How did you know I was avoiding Dylan that much?”

“I have seen things. Plus he asked about you yesterday so I am assuming that you didn’t talk to him beforehand. Space you need. Space you got.” He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Thanks Mr. Harman.” I think I even blushed a little bit. I mean the P. E. teacher was aware of my school drama.

“That Miss Clark, has got nothing on you. He is a fool.” It wasn’t a creepy old dude thing, it was more like what a father would say to his daughter.

“Thank you Mr. Harman. I actually needed to hear that.”

“I meant it.” He gave an audible sigh. “Anyway I am headed to the field. After the final bell, you’re good to go.” I am glad he changed the subject before it did turn weird.

“I’ll wait for it. After all, I don’t want to see anything in that room that I shouldn’t.”

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“See you then.” I smile a friendly smile. He has always been like a dad to me. I think he knew that my dad was never around. It was never a creepy way that he treated me. It was nice to have a father figure somewhere. I sit on the chair in his office and wait for the final bell. Then I grab the box and head to the boys locker room.

Once I enter I start grabbing the things around the room off the floor. Let me tell you that boys are nasty. The things on the floor are just gross. A couple of times I leave things to come back later with gloves, because there is no way that I am touching that shit. I get to the last row of lockers and just about have a heart attack. There sitting on the bench is Dylan. He is waiting for me.

“What the hell are you doing in here? You are supposed to be on the field.” I glare at him. After of course I am able to catch my heart that ran off. Before I can even say anything more he stands and corners me to the lockers.

“You wouldn’t talk to me. I didn’t know how else to get you to listen to me.” It isn’t anger, it is desperation.

“So cornering me in the men’s locker room was the way to go.” Ok, I had the anger.

“It worked, didn’t it.” He smirks at me. “Since there was no box in here yesterday I took it as a sign that you would be in here today. Why are you avoiding me?”

“I told you that I am not a plaything. I am not some tool to get back with Brittney. I have no intention of being in the middle. I told you I would be your friend nothing more. You pushed for more. This is on you.”

“You promised me that no matter what you would be my friend.” The way he is looking at me is sending butterflies straight to my gut. I am getting shaky and it is hard to really get my brain to work the way those gorgeous eyes are staring at me.

It took everything in my body to push that down with the anger that still resided over half my body. “Well, maybe as my friend you shouldn’t have kissed me. It sent mixed messages. Anyway what is done is done. You got what you wanted. I am moving on. Literally. I will be gone in two weeks.”

“Riley, I really want to talk about this.” Those eyes again. God push it down.

“I think you should get to class.”

“Fuck class, this is more important.” His hand starts to slide up my side. “I wasn’t lying when I said that I wanted you. When you came to school this morning I just about died. You should never hide this body. At least that was my first thought. Now I am thinking that I am the only one that should see it.” His eyes are scanning my body. The desire is evident. Push it down, I continue to yell at myself.

“Fuck you Dylan. I am not just some girl that will sleep with you. I am not Brittney, if that is what you want you came to the wrong girl.” Before I can even think his lips are on mine. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips, then I regain my senses and push him away.

I don’t get a chance to retort when Mr. Harman opens the door. “Mr. Matthews, you were supposed to be on the field fifteen minutes ago. Out now or you are getting detention.”

Dylan shakes his head and reluctantly follows Mr. Harman out. I managed to take a breath, I didn’t even realize that I had been holding it in. What the fuck does he think he is doing? He got what he wanted. Why is he still doing this to me? It just doesn’t make sense. I am so glad it is Friday, hopefully by Monday he will be over whatever the hell this is. I quickly finish my job grabbing gloves for the last part, because boys be gross. I throw the box by the door and leave. I have no intention of being in that room any longer than I need to.

Heading towards my next class I decided to send a text to my Aunt letting her know that I will not be in this weekend. I figure that I will tell my mom when I go pick up my things. As soon as I put my phone away the bell rings. Then before I enter the classroom I am stopped by one of my classmates.

“Um Riley.” He put his hand on my arm. I remember seeing him from time to time in class, I didn’t really pay attention to him. He is attractive in the academic sort of way. He has combed hair, nice and neat dark hair. He is wearing a pair of Buddy Holly glasses that look really cute on him. He is tall like Dylan, wearing a pair of khaki pants with a button up shirt, blue. I think his name is Brian.

“Hey, Do you need something?” I try to give him a friendly smile.

“I was wondering if you were free this weekend. I would like to take you out on a date.”

He looks shy as hell. I really hate to turn him down. “I’m sorry Brian, I have a study date all weekend, you know for the finals next week.”

“Oh, alright maybe some other time.” The look of disappointment is evident on his face. It must have taken him a lot to ask me.

I continue to smile at him. “Thank you for asking though. It was really nice.”

He nods. “I really mean it. I have actually wanted to ask you for a long time. I know I am not Dylan Matthews, but I can be nice to you.”

I can tell this is hard for him. I grab his arm and pull out a pen. I wrote my number on his arm. “Here, we will work out some time after this weekend.” He gives me the biggest smile I have ever seen. I smile back and head into class.

It feels nice to have someone really like me. I have never really seen Brian with other girls so I know I am not some rebound. I just really don’t know how far I really want to go with this. When I sit I can see out the door. There in the doorway is Dylan. He is looking at me with hurt. I look away, there is no way I am getting sucked into that vortex.