The library was usually the last place you’d find a guy like Tegan, perfectly styled blonde hair looking brighter than normal around the shelves of books, mostly old. In fact, if you were to go on a search for T.J., the library would be at the bottom of the list of places around campus you’d take a peek at. But even he needed books sometime, though he was smart enough to go during the hours when not many others were lingering around. Only the people that didn’t mix well with Tegan and his crowd; the nerds and shut-ins.
Much less interested in browsing for the title he had written on his hand, Tegan couldn’t help but take a gander at the girls who littered the library corners, huddled together or just on their own. Some weaving between the aisles, looking less than thrilled to be there. King had more people his speed than not, it would seem, and he wasn’t the first with the grand idea to steal away to the depth of the uncool for necessary measures. Smirking at the thought, Tegan was about to actually begin his search when something else caught his eye — this time, not just a pretty face or tight ass.
It was a memory, or maybe a twin of one. Either way, and whatever it was, Tegan knew the pretty dark girl with her pert little nose half buried in the spine of a worn book, seemingly lost to the world. That, too, wasn’t unusual. T.J. was always running into girls he’d spent a night with once upon a time, but not usually here. No, he remembered all of the King girls. Especially ones like her, that familiar stranger. Those kinds of girls were the ones he had second and third nights with, not some half memory of hair coils.
Interest piqued, Tegan abandoned his quest for the book once again, moving closer to her. He’d decided she also wasn’t from his high school, though probably had met her around those years. He couldn’t deny his attraction to her; not that he could last time, the deja vu was enough to ensure that. The blonde figured if he could place her face, he’d stand a much better chance with her. So, he crept along the aisle, watching her from the other side of a row, racking his brain as he tried to pull the tease of her up in his minds eye.
To his surprise just as much as hers, the sudden removal of the book startled them both, though Tegan didn’t let it show on his face, a smile blooming across his chiseled features. Once she’d spoken, apologizing out of context, the memory clicked into place and he held back a laugh. “Well, if it isn’t Miss Nadine Lawrence,” He greeted, as if he’d known her all along. “Fancy seeing you here. I wouldn’t figure you’d remember, huh?”
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