InsaneJournal

Week Twenty: Tuesday
Who: James and Ita
When: Afternoon
Where: The library
What: A chance encounter

Avoiding everyone was quickly becoming James thing. Ever since he had returned from his mother's funeral, had he been this way. Granted, he had spent some time with Cissy when he first got back and had gone out one with Natalia, but that was it. And neither of those things had made him feel better at all. Natalia had basically rejected him even though he had tried his best to do better, to show her that he could be better, and he had thought that... well that there was something there but apparently he had been mistaken.

And then there was Cissy. He had been hot for her for a long time and she always turned him down. Always. But she was now dating some kid? What was that about? There was nothing that could have made him feel much better than he felt already than that. For real though, what the fuck? The kid must have been damn good in bed or something. He gave the whole relationship two months tops before Cissy left him heart broken and went back to sleeping with that asshole demon fuck again. But what did he really care? It wasn't like he had real feelings for her. No, those were otherwise occupied.

Speaking of occupied, reading had become a fast hobby of his. He had always rather enjoyed a good book, but since he had become the resident house of fire recluse, he had found himself breezing through novel after novel with very little thought. It was a welcome escape to staring out his window at the darkness and pondering the million and one things that he had to ponder.

Of course this new hobby led him to spend much time in the school's library which was, for the most part, quite empty. He liked it that way and he had gotten used to it being that way which was why, as he moved from one section to another, he hadn't bothered to use any of his extra senses to keep him from plowing into the girl that was making a similar move from one row to the next. And the books in her hands, and his own, went flying from his and her grasp as an arm moved out to grab her around the waist in an attempt to keep her from crumpling to the floor.

"Sorry..." James mumbled, not sounding at all convincing though his body language spoke of him being genuine. And he immediately knelt down to start picking up books, his and hers both.