Teen_romance

"There aren't assigned seats in the library," Leo countered, though his heart was suddenly doing a frantic drum solo against his ribs.

"You're in my spot," a girl said. She didn't sound mad; she sounded like she was sharing a secret. teen_romance

Leo didn't just label the mitochondria; he drew a tiny star next to it. "Yeah. See you then." "There aren't assigned seats in the library," Leo

She sat down, opening a copy of The Great Gatsby that looked like it had been through a car wash. For twenty minutes, the only sound was the scratch of Leo’s pencil and the turning of her pages. The silence wasn't heavy, though. It felt like a bubble, protecting them from the loud, messy world outside the double doors. "Leo?" she whispered, not looking up. Leo didn't just label the mitochondria; he drew

Maya pulled out the chair opposite him. "There are if you’ve spent every Tuesday here since freshman year. I’m the library ghost. You’re trespassing."