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[AARON REID]

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It was yet another afternoon wasted for Aaron Reid. He was a twenty-two year old male living in the ever electrifying state of New York. Any sane person would consider him to be a young, handsome and talented man, yet he chose to spend the majority of his afternoon working on new articles to finish up his Journalism major. Aaron was a senior at the local university, and although he only had one more semester until graduation he couldn’t keep himself from signing up for a few summer classes. That was just like him though. He never knew when enough was enough, and he just pushed himself harder, never knowing the true feeling of satisfaction.

He never really thought about where his drive for perfection came from, but if one had to guess the most likely origin of the change probably stemmed from his parent’s divorce. Once they separated a crucial, stable, piece of his life was divided and it’s likely that he used his passion for writing as an escape from what was going on in his own life. If he ever figured out the reason for his seemingly unappeasable aspirations, he’d probably never tell another living soul, because for right now he was fine with believing that his hard work was the source of his ambition.

At the moment, he was in the university library, droning over one of their many computers in hopes of finding out a little more information about the missing person’s report that he was researching for his latest article. He had been searching in there for two hours, now verging on three, yet he couldn’t take his eyes off the screen. He only managed to steal away from his work long enough to take a sip from the plastic water bottle sitting on top of his desk, and then he went straight back to work, letting his fingers slide through his chocolate-colored hair without thinking as he searched the scrolling news reports for answers. He knew that he was doing a lot of work, when it would’ve been ten times easier to just B.S. the paper and still end up with the same grade, but one of his professors made a valid point during a lecture and the message just sort of stuck with him. The professor said, ‘You have to go find the story… because nine times out of ten it won’t go looking for you.’

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[CASSIDY HOLLOWAY]

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The University of Applewood library was quiet, like most libraries tended to be. There was no mean librarian like in the movies. There was a librarian, but she wasn't an ugly old hag who said 'shh' at every sound. People were quiet on their own, without anyone to tell them to shut up, and the few people who were talking were doing so quietly, and about school. But Cassie didn't go to the library for the quiet; she could get that at home. She was living alone in an apartment with very quiet neighbors. Cassie just like the library, not because it was quiet, but because of the smell, and the lack of alone-ness. Being alone never made her feel safe.

The twenty-one year old sat at a table, books spread out in front of her. She looked between the books, her fingers tapping away at the laptop keyboard, typing up notes. Most students in her class were whining and moaning about the english paper due a in a week, but not Cassie. She enjoyed writing, and she enjoyed school. She knew how to have fun, too, but she had a decent work ethic. And english was sort of her forte. She'd been in the library for over two hours, and not once had she had a negative thought toward the assignment. With a final tap of her finger on the period, she closed the books and stacked them up. Notes finished, the next thing was to write the essay. But she could do that later.

With a yawn, she saved the document and slid the computer into her computer bag. One of the books she shoved into her other bag, since she'd checked it out, then she pulled both bags onto her shoulder and put the other books where she found them. On her way toward the door her phone rang. She looked down at her bag and rummaged through it, trying to find the buzzing device. She continued walking, not watching where she was going, and ran into one of the chairs in front of the computers. Her phone clattered to the floor and her bag slipped off her shoulder, spilling half its contents onto the floor, her makeup bag landing in the lap of the young man sitting at the computer. "Shoot, I'm so sorry." Cassie said sincerely, carefully kneeling to pick up her things.


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[AARON REID]

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He was completely caught off guard. One minute he was perusing the computer screen, and the next he was smashed up against the side of the table. It had only happened for a brief second, but it was still long enough for him to have noticed the obvious change in location. It wasn’t until he had repositioned himself back in place that he noticed that all of the information on his screen had gone blank. Hurriedly, Aaron snapped his head around the room, looking for the person responsible for his now blank computer screen. Needless to say, he quickly found her seeing as she was wearing a bright yellow dress and kneeling at the foot of his chair. He was a man after all, and even though he wanted to curse her out of the room for what she had done, he couldn’t ignore the killer curves screaming back at him as she picked her things up off the ground.

“Uhm, hi.” he started, just as she began to apologize while picking up her things. The situation was sort of awkward for him since he was white hot mad on the inside, yet still attracted to her all at the same time. He didn’t know which emotion to deal with first, or even if he should deal with the emotions at all. But it wasn’t everyday that you ran into a girl that looked like her in the library and he wasn’t going to overlook that fact.

“Oh, I mean its fine.” Aaron said as he pulled away from his desk and kneeled onto the ground beside her to help her with her things. “So, uhm… you’ve got a lot of books here.” He said humorously, trying to start up a little conversation as he handed her books to her one by one. “What’s your major?”

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[CASSIDY HOLLOWAY]

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Nice, Cassie, that was real nice. Cassidy thought to herself. How could she be such a klutz? God, if she had only stopped to look for her phone. She wouldn't have run into the chair, and she'd probably be out of the library by now and on her way home. And on the phone with Juniper. Her little sister was really the only who called her. All of her friends texted and emailed and facebooked. Her brother never contacted her, unless he needed something. And her mother had stopped trying to contact her, because Cassie never took her calls or answered her emails. Paul, her father, had beat the three kids their entire lives, and Kristen had never once tried to stop him.

"Hi." Cassie replied, a bit shyly, her cheeks heating up. She was embarrassed that she'd run into him, and it didn't help that he was.... well, hot. Quickly, she looked away from him and slid her phone into the side pocket, where she'd be sure to find it again. No more accidents. She'd make sure to always know where her phone was from then on. And if she forgot and couldn't find it... She promised herself would stop next time before looking at it. She smiled slightly when he told her it was alright. "I'm still sorry. I hope I didn't mess anything up." She said it without looking at him, stuffing the rest of the small items scattered around back into her bag.

Cassie took the book from him and slid it into her bag, then took the next and finally looked at him. Her lips turned up in a slight smile, "Yeah, big paper due next week." She said, explaining the number of books. Sliding the last one into the bag, she stood up, being careful of the short length of the dress. "Psych." Cassie replied to his question. One day, Cassidy wanted to be a psychiatrist. Therapist. Whatever. She wanted to help people, help people through things like what she'd experienced. She'd never had a therapist, and wasn't really planning on getting one, but maybe other people could be better off than she was. "But I'm minoring in english, American Lit. That's what the paper's for. I'm Cassie, by the way. Cassidy, but everyone calls me Cassie."


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[AARON REID]

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“No, no.” He said while shaking his head. “You’re fine. It was just an accident. No worries.”… well, at least not for her anyways. He was going to have to find a new computer and go fishing for the same information all over again, but he didn’t want to let that bother her. There was really no need to mention how attractive she looked, since it was apparent, and he wasn’t going to let a minor… well, major setback on his work anger him enough to ruin whatever possibility he might’ve had with the woman in front of him. So instead, he smiled and stood up from the floor just as she did after they had saved all of her books and placed them back in her bag.

“Oh Psychology, huh? That’s very interesting. So, you must know how to read people pretty well then, right?” His question was only semi-joking, considering the fact that he hoped he couldn’t see right through his relaxed façade. On the inside, he was boiling pissed that she had ruined his research, but it hoped it didn’t show.

“Alright Cassie, Psych major with an English minor…. It was nice meeting you; maybe we’ll see each other around.”For him, that was the end of the conversation. Aaron might’ve been a nerd at heart, but he still had a few tricks up his sleeve to get him right with the ladies, and rule number three was that you never ask a woman for her number upon the first time meeting. It showed that you were interested, and that’s never a good call. At least, not at first. Once he found out whether she was into him or not, he could move on, but for now he decided that it would be best to just play it cool. He waved goodbye to her as he started searching for a new computer to work on, and he hoped that they would see each other around again… and soon.


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