Chapter 8

**•KAIA•**

I pushed through the double doors to the library, my eyes immediately scanning the room for any empty spot to take and do some quiet reading for my assignment that would be due tomorrow night.

But, it seems like today was suddenly everyone's favorite day to visit the library because what the hell is this?

Was there a secret society meeting happening here today that I didn't know about?

Every table and lounging chairs were occupied with people sitting and standing around, books or phones in their hands. Headphones and air pods in their ears, laptops and papers littering all over the table.

Everyone looked busy and they sure as hell were busy taking over the entire library.

Releasing an exhausted sigh, I slowly maneuver my way in, hoping to at least find an empty chair or bean bag lying around that I could take and hide somewhere between the aisles in the book section.

It's funny because it seems like they were all running late on turning in an online assignment that was already a few hours late.

It took me ten minutes to finally find a table in the corner where I could sit. I had to wait for the group sitting there to finish with their work first so they could leave, and I was already first in line to fill in the spot the minute they stood up.

I pulled out my laptop and my earpiece from my bag and clicked on the website where the reading assignment was saved. But right before I could plug in my earpiece, someone suddenly occupied the empty chair in front of me causing me to look up.

"How are you everywhere?" I asked irritatedly at him.

Adrian smiled and folded his arms on the table while staring at me.

"News flash, I go here too." He replied cockily and I rolled my eyes.

"Don't you have students to tutor or something?"

"Why, yes I do." He instantly replied. "We just wrapped up a few minutes ago right over there. Then, I saw you came in and decided to come thank you for letting me crash at your dorm room last night."

I flashed him a tight-lipped smile and pulled my laptop closer to me.

"You're welcome. Now let lost, I have work to do."

He didn't say anything else for about a minute but remained seated in the same spot and I continued to ignore him.

"So, fictional men huh?" He suddenly says and my eyes immediately snap up to meet his. "I heard they've been setting the standards pretty high these days, for girls like you."

"Yes, and sorry, you don't make the cut. Can you please leave me alone now?"

"Okay feisty, relax. Can't I get to know my sister's roommate?" He asked with a smirk and I closed my laptop and glared at him.

"No, you can't. Why? Because you and I have no reason to get to know each other. Your sister may be my roommate but that doesn't mean you and I will also be friends. Got it?"

He feigned a fake hurt expression on his face and slowly leaned away from the table.

"I'm starting to think, your developing this angry attitude has got to something with the types of books you read. It's making you act all crazy and delusional for no reason."

I scoffed in disbelief. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means, acting this way is not exactly attractive for you to be honest. You should ditch the fictional world for once, go out, and meet real people. Have a normal conversation with real-life guys, because the ones you constantly have with your fictional characters, will only end up with you seeking therapy. You know what I mean? Go out often, touch some grass, live a little."

His words triggered my anger and I start to clench my fists under the table, ready to deliver a sucker punch to this guy's face, if it wasn't for the hundred other students sitting around the library with us.

"What is your problem?" I whispered angrily to him.

He leaned towards the table and the corner of his mouth quirked up.

"You." He replied.

"Well, I don't have a problem with you yet you certainly seem to have a lot of free time on your hands to come over here and try to start one with me?"

He leaned back and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, I came over to give you a warning."

"Really? A warning on what?" I asked while smiling sarcastically at him.

"To tone it down a little bit with your delusional ideas with your stupid books. Do you know what my sister told me this morning about being obsessed with some fictional character? She sounds crazy and you are all to be blamed for that. Not that I have a problem with Amy being completely nuts over some imaginary dude, I mean, she's always been crazy from the start. But what I'm saying is, we don't need another delusional person in the family alright? Our Aunt Greta was enough, and she's already in therapy for that."

I almost wanted to laugh about him mentioning their Aunt Greta, which Amy had already told me the story a long time ago.

But her delulu state had nothing to do with books. That woman was crazy, crazy. The murderous type.

Still, everything he just said pissed me off even more. How dar he came over here to criticize about my love for books and fictional men.

The disrespect I ought to beat out of this asshole.

"You're wasting my time right now," I told him while softening my tone, hoping he'd finally take the hint and get lost.

"Are you going to do what I said or not?"

"No!" I yelled at him, unintentionally catching a few student's attention nearby. "You don't tell me what to do and you certainly can't control what your sister likes. It's not her fault she just realized that fictional men are better than you and all men in general."

He chuckled and ran his fingers through his messy blond hair.

"Wow, do you even hear yourself right now? You really need to seek therapy at this point."

"Why the fuck do you even care?" I almost screamed at him.

"I don't." He said while smiling. "I found a new favorite hobby now and that is to annoy you every day."

I shook my head in disappointment.

"You're going to regret coming over here to talk shit in my face."

He smirked and leaned closer to the table, his face inches from mine and his blue eyes penetrating through my brown ones.

"What are you going to do about it?"

I paused, eyes darting back and forth between his till an idea popped into my head, making me smile.

"You sure you wanna find out?"

"I'd love to see you try-"

I quickly jumped up from the chair and it fell over on the floor behind me, causing all heads to turn in our directions, wondering what was going on.

He too started to wonder because he was looking up at me with a confused expression on his face.

"What do you mean you got STDs?"

His eyes immediately rounded in shock and also that I had just said it out loud for everyone to hear.

"What are you doing?" He hissed angrily at me and I took a step back, still in my acting mode.

"Your doctor failed to give you the treatment for that?" I said out loud again and he awkwardly glanced around the room where everyone was staring at us.

"Kaia shut the fuck up right now." He warned and I ignored him and pretended to be disgusted while collecting my stuff from the table.

"No, please, don't ever come near me again. Go seek more medical help to get that thing treated. It's disgusting, how did you not even notice that you've got STDs? Eew."

He shot up from the chair and glared at me.

"I don't fucking have STDs!" He yelled at me and I slowly shook my head and started to walk away, leaving him and the other bewildered students behind.

I smiled to myself while leaving the library. Now that should teach him a lesson to never come bother me again.