Dove
I walked around the library as if I was floating. I kept on replaying the conversation I had from yesterday over and over again in my head. My smiles had not died down ever since. Even when I was five minutes late for the bus it didn't seem to affect me because I was seeing rainbows and sunshine everywhere.
He gave me his number! Bucky. The cowboy I had accidentally called Buggy in the heat of the moment. I prayed he didn't notice because he would definitely not answer my message when I had gathered the courage to actually text him.
Every hour I checked to make sure his number was still there. I even went as far as writing it down in my planner and also on a sticky note at my desk back home to make sure I didn't lose it. It was far too important not to stress about.
He was dashing!
I had only seen him dressed down. Seeing him lean up against his fancy truck in white sneakers, black jeans that shaped his strong legs and a white simple shirt had my heart stopping. He looked breathtaking when he tilted his head up to the sky and smiled. He had on a black cowboy hat which drew my attention to him when I stepped out of the faculty building.
It was not like you could miss him. His truck took up a large amount of space and even though people were honking at him. He didn't look bothered as he kept on checking his phone. Maybe he was like me. Checking my phone as if he'd text me even though he didn't have my number.
"Dove, I need you to pack these at the historic section. They're new in," the university Liberian popped into the aisle with a small smile as she placed the cart full of books at the entrance. "I'll ask John to finish those up."
"Will do Miss Davis," I smiled before she nodded and left. I abandoned the return books and went for the cart. Within two weeks I had learned the layout of the large library pretty quickly that I knew where the historic section was without really trying.
I softly hummed as I pushed it to the elevator then pressed the button up. It took me a good minute before I got there. When I did I sorted out the books by alphabetical order, packed whilst I ticked off the checklist.
A thud came from the other side of the aisle nearly knocking the books for the whole shelf down. I let out a gasp trying to stabilize everything before I went to the other side to see what was going on.
Much to my horror it was the one person I didn't want to see. Some blonde haired girl with a pixie haircut was going down on her knees as Benecio smiled down at her.
"Excuse me," I made sure that they heard me. She gasped as she quickly stood up and pulled her blouse up so it was covering her boobs. "This isn't a whore house."
Her cheeks flamed red before she turned and scurried away. Benecio on the other hand buckled his belt and gave me the ugliest glare known to mankind. "Shouldn't you be with Molly or something?"
"Shouldn't you be at football practice getting hit with a ball to your head or something?" I folded my arms across my chest. "This is a learning environment, Benecio, not a cheap motel."
"You're always Mister goody two shoes," he snarled. "Why don't you mind your own fucking business?"
"I do but not when it's in my business," I waved around indicating to the library. "You should leave before I tell you off to Miss Davis."
"Ohh," he pretended to shiver, "I'm so scared." He took two steps toward me. He was tall. Towering over me. He hasn't seemed to have shaved in a few days by the dark shadow of his growing beard. "Haven't you ruined things enough for me? Maybe it's about time I make your life just as miserable as mine."
My eyebrows furrowed wondering what in the world he was talking about. "I think those concussions are catching up with you because I have no idea what you're on about."
"You stole Molly from me."
I nearly choked, "Molly."
"Don't act fucking surprised," he stabbed his finger to my chest, "you better walk around campus with one eye open."
"I don't walk around campus with both my eyes closed idiot," I rolled my eyes. "You should focus on your education instead of girls, clearly you need it."
He looked about ready to rip my head off. "You can wear your fake fancy clothes and choose not to party or have a social life because it makes you feel so much superior to us, but I see you. You don't belong here scholarship boy and I'll make it my mission that you're gone."
"You're here with a scholarship as well football boy," I sighed, "you should have taken a modeling career over trying for finances. I heard idiots don't graduate."
He was going to kill me. I could see it. My big mouth today was finally going to get me killed by the man who looked like a god. How could he be so pretty but so fucking empty at the same time?
Before he could wrap his hands around my neck and suck the oxygen from my body his phone rang. "Estarei aí em cinci minutos," he sighed before he shoved the phone back into his jeans pockets. "Isso não acabou, Dove." (Portuguese: I'll be there in five minutes. This isn't over Dove.)
"Ni lo soñaría," I glared as I watched him walk away from me with hurried steps. (Spanish: wouldn't dream of it.)
I shook my head feeling my heart plummet. I guessed that was the one thing that could finally wipe the smile off my face.
With a depressed sigh, I went back to the aisle and continued with my work reminding myself why it was never a good idea to enjoy my own happiness.