If you are looking for immediate hot stuff this might not be for you - it will get there. But it will take time. Feedback always welcome.
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Kristen sat on the second floor of the library, the clock ticking towards 10 pm, and the research paper she was completing, was no nearer to being completed. She was pissed. It wasn't that she was working, she loved her work. In many ways, while many other girls might be wanting to go out and hang with jocks in bars, practically falling out of their clothes her idea of bliss was a floor to herself, surrounded by case studies and immersed in her writing.
Only today, she couldn't. She wasn't alone. Since she'd arrived they'd both been sat here talking a few tables over, scant regard for her concentration and blissfully unaware of the simmering frustration they were inducing in the confrontation-averse mousy-haired intellectual working not more than 20 feet from them. It was a library for heaven's sake. For the umpteenth time, she glanced over to them hoping they would get the message of her silent anger.
The guy who was facing away from her was tall, above six feet, with a strong and muscular build and the relaxed posture of a man who knew who he was. In other circumstances, Kristen would probably have imagined the things that she would let him do to her if only he could read her unspoken desires, but this was different. She was too frustrated to acknowledge his looks at all.
The girl was worse. I typical bimbo, dressed to impress, flirty and falling over his every word. Constantly trying to impress him with her conversation and laughing at everything he said like some sort of conversation cheerleader. Would it hurt her to do up that button on her blouse and not come across like such a moron?
As Kris stewed and worked up the confidence to say something like she'd been on the verge of doing, several times in the last ten minutes, their conversation interrupted even the instrumental music in her ear pods, she had attempted to use to drown them out and she, for the first time, became aware of what they were talking about.
"The thing about Javen is that he is too arrogant and full of himself. He doesn't care about anything but himself." The blonde stated, matter-of-factly. "I want a man who can treat me like a whore in the bedroom but still has feelings. Do you know what I mean? He's such an empty character?"
Kristen, cringed, not just at the volume of the conversation but also at the realisation they were talking about Riverglade. Ever since Series 1 started streaming last month, it was the source of so much frustration. Everyone had an opinion and didn't even seem to even acknowledge that it was an adaptation of a series of books she loved. So much had been just wrong. Yes, she watched it, but just, she couldn't find the words. Without even thinking, she suddenly found herself speaking.
"Actually... I think you'll find that Javen Prendergast is one of the most misunderstood characters in literature. Not that you can probably read, but he is, in reality, incredibly humble and down to earth. If you read book 4, 'The Starlight Calling' and his interaction with Sondra when she is sick it is incredibly moving. Of course, the TV series can't have nuance like that. Javen has been through so much in the shadow of his brother. Now is there any chance you can go and watch your shit TV somewhere else? Some of us are trying to work and not sit around spouting rubbish about things they know nothing about."
Kristen suddenly paused and blushed with the realisation of how carried away she'd got and blustered with an apology as the girl looked at her with scornful dismissal.
"Look, I'm sorry, but I love those books and... and you've been talking for ages and... look this is supposed to be a library."
"Ok, Karen!" said the girl nonchalantly, packing away the notepad and pen into a bag and getting up to leave. "Look, Jake, I'll be in touch next week and we can continue this conversation... without spoiling this Nerd's illusion of her fantasy boyfriend." Smirking at Kristen the young blonde stood up, kissed the guy on the cheek and made her way down the stairs and out of sight as Kristen looked back down at her research, her face hot and red, embarrassed at speaking up uncharacteristically.
She didn't notice the guy slowly pack his papers away and slowly and deliberately make his way over to her desk until she became aware of him standing in front of her, towering over her, an intrigued look on his face, and looking frustratingly hot in his jeans and shirt/jacket combination.
