When Perfect Meets Crazy novel Chapter 39

With my chin resting in the palm of my hand, I stared, listless, letting out a sigh of boredom every now and then. Ian was right. The library was pretty boring. Especially on a hot Sunday afternoon.

I had finished updating the log on my desk unit over an hour ago. Normally, after that, I would busy myself with re-stacking used books and wrongly placed ones but today, there were no books to reorganize since not a single person had come in all day. Not even one of the regulars. It was an incredibly slow day. So slow, April couldn’t even be bothered to hide the fact that she was napping on the job. 

There was no one to attend to so, in a way, she wasn’t really in the wrong. I found myself envying her ability to fall asleep wherever, whenever. For some reason, I could only ever fall asleep at home. Normally, I considered it a blessing but today however, I was so bored I’d have given anything to trade places with her.

If only I had Ian for comic relief.

I expelled a breath noisily through my mouth, absently tapping out a beat on the table top. I reached for my phone again, hoping something interesting had happened in the last three minutes. Nothing had.

I heaved a sigh and returned my phone.

Shockingly enough, the double doors burst open causing me to reflexively sit up straighter as the first patron of the day walked in. A tall muscular build filled the doorway. Dark brown locks glittering in the halo of sunlight streaming in from behind him. I recognized him before I even got a look at his face. It was Ian.

I sent up a quick prayer of gratitude. At least now, I wouldn’t die of boredom.

He had on a wide smile as sauntered over, to my desk.

“What?” I wore a confused smile.

“Practice is over. I killed it.” His smile didn’t diminish.

“Fighting?”

He nodded.

“I was just thinking about you,” I revealed.

“Yeah?” He wriggled his eyebrows, leaning over the desk till his face was merely inches from mine.

“I was,” I answered, pushing his head back a few much needed inches with my index finger. “It’s a slow day,” I added by way of an explanation before changing the subject. “You’re unusually happy today. What’s up?”

“Nothing. Just in a good mood.” He shrugged.

I stared back flatly.

“My sister’s birthday is coming up and I just got her the perfect present. She’s going to have a tea party.” At this, he wrinkled his nose in derision. Fond derision, if that was a thing. “I have to go with a date. Tammy.”

“Have fun.” Somehow, I managed not to snicker.

“At a nine year old’s tea party?”

“You never know.” I shrugged innocently.

He eyed me suspiciously, tilting his head to the side. “You’re mocking me.”

“Little bit.” I nodded, unable to keep from smiling any longer.

He scowled.

“How’s Trevor?”

“Good.”

“Just good?” he asked skeptically.

“We’ve been texting.” I jerked one shoulder. “He seems cool.”

Trevor’s texts were the only reason I hadn’t died of boredom yet. We had the most cringe-worthy game going between us but it’s was fun. We were texting in song lyrics, and at the moment, I was winning. Speaking of which, I took out my phone and shot him a text.

Given up yet?

I ignored the curious look Ian flashed my way.

“You were right about him by the way,” I informed him.

“Yeah, well.” He shrugged and turned away dismissively. Not the polite kind of dismissive.

I stifled the urge to roll my eyes. His hot-and-cold attitude was starting to get on my nerves. He was the first one to get on the Trevor train. Then, there was last night with him practically feeding Trevor lines to feed me.

“What is it? One second you’re team Trevor and the next, you can’t stand the mention of his name.” I met his gaze. “Pick a side and stick with it.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Sure. Whatever,” he said dismissively. The normal dismissive this time.

Oddly enough, all of three seconds later, he seemed to actually ponder it.

Then, he said, “I guess I have been acting been weird. Trevor seems like a good guy until I actually see you two together and then something feels off. It’s weird. I know.” He shrugged helplessly.

“Very weird,” I seconded.

“Maybe your hormones rubbed off on me.”

“That was over a week ago.” I pursed my lips, shooting him an unimpressed look. “I’m not hormonal anymore. Not that it was contagious to begin with.”

He jerked his shoulders, flashing me an apologetic smile.