Chapter Forty One

Chesea's POV
"Hey Chels!" Kayla says as she walks up to me in the school library.
"Shhh!" the librarian reprimands her with a scowl.
"Sorry." She whispers and dramatically tiptoes the rest of the way to meet me.
"Hey Chels." She whispers when she sits opposite me. She turns back to peep at the librarian so she can make sure she did not disturb her.
"Hi Kay." I whisper back, chuckling under my breath.
"Quick question." She says. "Why are librarians so moody and grumpy?" She asks, still whispering.
"Beats me. They probably actually really hate books and this was the only job they could get with a college degree." I say from the top of my head which makes us both giggle.
"Shhhhhhhh!!" the librarian stresses.
"Sorry." We both whisper back and she rolls her eyes and mutters something under her breath.
"I bet she has cats at home." Kayla says.
"And she has named each and everyone of them." I chime in.
"And her favorite is the cat named Mr. cuddles." Kayla says.
"But he actually scarily looks like Adolf Hitler."
"Or he is an ugly looking Siamese cat." We both shiver in disgust at that thought. Then, we giggle at the random topic.
"So what are you doing hiding out here?" She asks.
"I am trying to do some research for our project." I say, turning the page of the book I am presently reading through.
"But aren't you and Torin paired up to do the project?" She asks.
"Yeah. But that is another reason I am in here. He is too nice to me lately and I do not trust him. I keep feeling like I should expect an anchor to drop on my head anytime soon."
"Who do we not trust?" Torin asks, coming out of no where and giving me a mini heart attack.
"You." Kayla answers without actually thinking. Her eyes are wide when she realizes what she just did.
"Aww, still?" He asks. "You wound me Chels." He says, placing his hand on his chest and feigning hurt. I roll my eyes at him and continue going through my book. Kayla must have found the atmosphere uncomfortable because she makes up an excuse to leave.
"So..." Torin drags. "Why exactly are you using your free periods to read in the library?" He asks.
"Cause it is quiet and it is away from noisy and nosey classmates." I answer without looking up.
"Hmm. Well that's not nice of them." He mocks and I give him a look through my lashes which makes him shut up. He makes sure to also make a show to zipping his mouth with his fingers and throwing away the invisible key which makes me shake my head as I try to hide a tiny smile.
Torin is cool. And cute, and when he is not being annoying or flirty, or extra nice, I actually enjoy his company. The guy is extremely smart might I add. Like genius level. No wonder teachers do not really give him shit concerning his attitude.
But lately, my mind has been thinking about only one person in particular. And it would be a crime to even think of him as cute, cause the man is drop dead gorgeous and irresistibly charming. At least when he is not brooding like Torin.
The two are so much alike, yet very different.
I tried searching about Alaric online, but the only Alaric that came up was one that lived years ago, and there is not a single picture of him and very little information. The only most prominent thing concerning the search is that he was gossiped to not be fully human. A werewolf to be precise, and that had me laughing at their stupidity cause werewolves are obviously a figment of the human imagination. People can be so wild at times it makes my brain hurt.
And if I am to be led on by what Alaric told me on the very first day we met,I could assume that they are the same person. But no one could live for that long. Over Five hundred thousand years, human or not.
"What are you thinking about?" Torin asks staring at me curiously.
"What?" I ask, snapping out of my daydream.
"I asked where you ran off to." He says.
"With who?” I ask confused and he chuckles.
"You zoned out for a while, so I was wondering where your mind ran off to." He clarifies.
"Oh..." I drag after understanding the conversation. "Nowhere really. Just thinking of some stuff." I say, brushing it off.
"What stuff?" He probes.
"It is nothing. Just some personal stuff." I say, trying to avoid the conversation.
"Can I hear it?" He asks hopefully and I sigh in frustration.
"If I wanted you to know what I was thinking about Torin, I would have told you the moment you asked me and we would not be having this unnecessarily long conversation. So no Torin, you can not hear it." I say in frustration.
"So... it is a secret then?" He asks with an annoying amount of glee.
"Are you trying to piss me off?" I ask, dropping my book.
"Maybe. Is it working?" He asks.
"You are almost there. You have got to step up your game though." I say, playing along.
"Really? Like how much?" He asks teasingly.
"As much as the guts you use to walk around here everyday." I say, looking him dead in the eye, then I return to my book, but not without catching him try to hide a grin of amusement.
"You are impossible honestly." He says shaking his head.
"I know... impossible is my middle name." I respond cheekily.
"Aren't you done yet?" He asks impatiently after a while.
"Almost. Why?" I ask.
"Ohh nothing really." He says and I give him a look.
"What do you need Torin?" I ask
"I don't really need anything. More like I feel out of the loop and I am bored. I mean, why do we even have three free periods today? I am bored out of my mind honestly." He says with a breath of frustration.
"There, there... Everything is gonna be alright Torin. Think of your happy place." I say, mockingly patting his back. He gives me a look from under his lashes and I burst into laughter.
"Shut up!" The librarian shouts and it only leaves us stifling giggles.
"But for real though. I'm bored." He deadpans.
"Twenty questions?" I ask, putting my books aside.
"Okay. Sure. You start." He suggests.
"Why the hardcore exterior?" I ask.
"Wow. Going straight to the heart of the matter, are we?" He says in a flirty way.
"Answer the question." I deadpan.
"There is actually no specific reason." He says, relaxing in his seat.
"Are you serious?" I ask with a brow raise.
"Yeah. People are just a lot. And I can't handle a lot. I am just way too temperamental and that is why I choose certain people to interact with." He says poking me and I shake my head as I try to hide my smile.
"Your turn." I tell him.
"Why are you so extra?" He asks.
"What?" I ask, because I honestly do not understand the question.
"You are extra. Way too positive, way too cheery and when you are pissed, you end every threat with a smile." He explains. I guess in a way he is right. I am extra at times and some people find it endearing.
"I do not know. I have just had a terrible year and I do not plan on letting life or anyone add to that." I state and he just smiles. He looks like he is kind of proud, of me? I do not know. Maybe I am reading it all wrong.
"I guess that is a solid reason." He states. "Your turn."
"Okay... How rich are you?" I ask. It is not that I am really interested in his wealth or anything. I just want to know cause the guy wears designers to school everyday, drives an extremely expensive sport car and struts through the school hallways like he owns it. I think he understands my curiosity because he shows no sign of annoyance or irritation and just signals for me to lean in close while he does same.
"I am not rich, my father is. And from what I know, we come from really old money." He tells me this like he is giving me the code to his safe.
"How old?" I ask.
"Huh?"
"How old is the money?" I clarify.
"Older than me, my parents, grandparents, and great grand parents." He says with a smirk.
"Have you ever thought that maybe the money is illegal?" I ask.
"Well, it is none of my business." He says with a shrug. "I just spend it, I don't make it." His nonchalant attitude is shocking. Wow.
"Your turn." Is all I can say next.
"Are you free after school?" He asks. Weird.
"Uhmm, yeah. I guess. Is that your question?" I ask.
"Nah. My question is, would you go out on a date with a random stranger I hook you up with?" He asks carefully. Is he trying to ask me out?
"Uhmm... well, it is you and I have not gotten any proof that you want to kill me so probably." I answer honestly.
"Hmm..." he says thoughtfully. "Okay then. Get ready for a date by four pm after school. Dress casual, I will send you the details." He says so casually like he has had this type of conversation with me before.
"Wait. Are you asking me out on a date?" I ask absolutely confused.
"Yeah. But for a friend." He says getting up to leave.
"Don't I get to meet him first or see a pic first?" I ask, still confused.
"You've already met him before. Don't stress about it. Trust me." He says and exits the library, leaving me speechless.