I assume I must have fallen asleep when she walks into the library. She’s got to be six feet tall in those heels, porcelain skin, platinum hair to her waist, and a magnificent chest all wrapped in a sparkly silver blouse and short white skirt. It’s a good thing I’m at a table so no one can see my boner.
I know I must be dreaming when she glides up to me. Her glittering silver eyelids flutter at me. “Hi,” she chirps. “Do you mind if I sit here?”
“Go right ahead.” I’d pull out a chair for her, but that boner makes it impossible, not unless I want her to flee in terror. After she sits down, I hold out a hand. “I’m Alex.”
“Andrathal? That’s an interesting name.”
“It’s like an old family name or something.” Andrathal gestures to the stack of books on my table. “You must be, like, really smart.”
“I’m kind of smart, I guess.”
“That is so great. I could really use some help in chemistry. This paper Mr. White asked us to write on compounds?”
“Compounds? Well, that’s no problem. I can help you with it.”
“You can? That would be so awesome.”
I explain the intricacies of compounds to her for the rest of the period. By the time I’m done, she seems to get it. “Wow, you really are smart,” she says.
“Thanks,” I say and hate myself for blushing.
“You want to come over to my house later to hang?”
“Sure! I’d love to come to your house!” The librarian shushes me. In a lower voice I say, “I’d love to come over. Where do you live?”
“It’s the big house up on Aviary Hill.”
“Really? Wow. That must be so cool.”
“It’s actually kind of lame. I’ll see you later, Alex.” She gives me a little wave and then saunters off. I get a good look at her rear in that tiny skirt as she sashays away. ...Tweet