That's my spot...b*tch. (OPEN)

[Zachary LaRousse]

Normally, a long weekend would mean one of two things for Zac: (1) the opportunity to escape to some tropical island (that’s almost always private) to drink mojitos and get his tan on; or (2) the opportunity to go somewhere else in the world to shop and party his ass out. However, this President’s weekend, the boy’s found himself neck-deep in requirements – from laboratory reports to write, research papers to read, novels to analyze and transition reports to accomplish for his extracurriculars. As tempting as a night in the Bahamas with a couple of his friends might be, with his father’s current displeasure at his academic standing, it wasn’t really an option. In fact, to ensure that he’d be using this three-day weekend wisely (i.e. nose buried in books and all that), his father had all but one of his credit cards frozen. It would’ve been ok, as most (if not all) of his cards had nearly limitless upper limits, but the one he got stuck with had a two-thousand dollar one. (A lot, true, but considering the boy’s spending habits, it’s barely enough to last him an hour).

He was, however, not going to spend the entire weekend stuck in his university (as much as he loved Harvard, he’s getting sick of it), so he drove over to Pilot Ridge for the weekend, bringing with him most of the things he needed. Over the past two days he’s been a constant face in the town’s public library, that when he returned Monday morning to finish his literary analyses (of Don Quixote, the Once and Future King, and Les Misérables), going to that little corner was almost instinctive.

So instinctive had it been that he let out an audible “Augh!” when he saw someone else sitting in his cozy nook in between the ‘Self-Help’ and the ‘Sci-Fi’ section. “Umm, excuse me, but that’s my spot,” he growled, arching his left eyebrow and giving the intruder the rudest stare he could.

[Ava Anderton]

Ava had spent most of her day in hospital, but now she was finally seeking scantuary in her local library she scanned the romance section picking up her favourite book which is Romeo and Juliet,she smiled holding the book to her chest she wandered round till she found a chair a comfy one at that it was in a totally different section but she didnt mind she just wanted a quiet spot so she slipped out of her thin jacket and started to sit down.

Letting out a shudder she thought about all the poking and prodding that had gone on.a small groan came from her as she saw the thin white strip of plastic around her wrist with her name on letting out a small growl she tried to get it off but to no avail "stupid thing ''she grumbled curling in her chair a little more she could already tell the spots on her arms where blood had been taken was going to bruise .

Once comfortable and trying to forget about her day Ava started to read her heart racing as the book got more and more exciting .until she was so rudely interrupted she glanced up at the owner if the male voice with a small smirk she remembered the line from home of her favourite TV shows big bang '' calm down Sheldon I'm pretty sure there are plently more places you can sit'' she said quietly to him ignoring his nasty glare she went back to her book.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac simply cocked his eyebrow and gave the girl an unimpressed smirk. Heck, he was feeling mighty generous at the moment and even added a demeaning scoff. “Seriously? That’s the best comeback you can think of?” While he wasn’t really a big fan of the said TV show, he’s caught enough episodes to get the said reference (courtesy of a friend from his introductory physics laboratory). He did give himself a mental smack in the face for unintentionally copying the lead actor’s character’s trademark line (or at least one of them) though. Had college made him so unoriginal? “Guess the prettiest girls really are the dumbest.”

And indeed, he just threw in a compliment in that little insult of his. ‘Cause that’s just how the mimic rolls.

“Anyway, why don’t you take your advice and scram?” he asked, the menacing smirk he had on his face from earlier still etched on his face, “Like that table to the left, near the young adults section, for example.” He used his left hand, which was holding a cup of coffee, to point to the said spot. “That guy over there’s been eyeing you since forever. Kind of creepy with the glasses and the braces – not to mention the intense pheromone release, damn I have a feeling it’s been over a year since he got laid – but I think you’d match well. I mean, he seems like the type to like a stupid novel such as Romeo and Juliet just to start a conversation with you.”

[Christian Lucas]

Romeo and Juliet... Honestly, not Shakespeare's best work. For an experienced playwright or actor, it stretched the limits of suspension of disbelief. That having been said, Christian needed to read it again. He was considering having his students learn more about the romantic works of Shakespeare, and that was one that most people were familiar with the story of. It had been a while since he read it though, and he liked to have it fresh in his mind if he was to teach it.

Unfortunately his special copy had been destroyed in his move, and a new one had to be ordered. To fill the time though he went to the library to try a speed read of it. He found himself slightly disappointed when the librarian on duty told him that they old had three copies of the book, and two were already checked out. Last time he hinted at a future assignment to his students. However he went to the romance section and searched for the last one. He had cringed slightly when they told him to check romance. His gaze passed over books about supernatural dating, vampires, werewolves, hell they even had zombies. Anything Shakespeare should be in Classic Literature at the very least, if it didn't have its own aisle. Comparing it to the modern romances was like comparing a fine wine to a two dollar bottle of beer. Sure, they'll both get you drunk, but one you drink to enjoy- No, to savor the smell, the taste, even the texture as it passed over your tongue. The other you guzzled and then questioned whether it was a good idea the next morning.

He found himself getting frustrated as the book was nowhere to be found. However he heard the college student talking slightly louder than need be, maybe two aisles over, and when he heard the name of the book he was looking for he stepped over.

"I don't know, he might be interested in you instead. I mean, anyone that calls Shakespeares works a 'novel' obviously needs tutoring. Perhaps he's trying to earn some money," the drama teacher injected. Maybe a bit ruder than need be, but the boy was hardly being polite himself. He recognized the girl from the school as well. He didn't think she was in any of his classes, but he saw the book he was searching for in her hands. He decided he was going to try and close this discussion quickly and ask how long she was going to need the book.

"Why don't you go over to the young adult's section? Perhaps you'll find a book on how to respect people there. You obviously missed that lesson, along with the class on how to be a gentleman." With that remark he turned his back to the younger man and waited for him to walk away. Occasionally it felt good to be an ass to someone who was behaving like one. Part of him sort of hoped that the boy was going to try and argue, or even be violent, but he doubted. He honestly didn't want to fight someone in a library, and he wasn't as young as he used to be. Age had slowed how quickly he'd jump back up from an injury and heal.

[Ava Anderton]

Ava glanced up at the man infront of her she couldnt believe he was still talking to her and so rude '' What crawled up your ass and died ? '' she uttered shaking her head she went back to reading her book just skimming over the words she wasnt a fan of the book but her mother loved it so she tried to read it once a year listening to him jibbering on she wriggled into her seat a little more as if to get comfy and showing no sign of moving

Finally she glanced up seeing the coffee cup she smiled '' Oh sweetie you didnt have to buy me coffee .. now did you get the sugar ..l mean you wouldnt be silly enought to forget that small detail would you ? '' she asked battering her eyelids trying not to giggle it was such a hard thing to do.

Hearing another voice she leaned slightly to see the drama teacher she had seen him around Hammel before and was meaning to join his drama class but one simply didnt have the time when she was being poked and prodded by doctors and nurses who seemed to want to take all her blood feeling slightly lightly headed and dizzy she reached in her pocket and pulled out a small bag of skittles and started to eat them

She had no intention of moving from her seat she was there first and there was no way some spoilt little rich kid was going to make her move even if his attitude was sucky '' Look jerkof go and find another seat ok lm sure there are plently that you can sit on '' she uttered she just a little piece and quiet her phone which was somewhere in her handbag started to buzz she was pretty sure it was her father but she just didnt want to talk to him right now if fact she couldnt which was very unlike her she was a people person always nice and friendly but it seemed that even the nicest people can have bad days and this was one of those days for her.