holtina fluff

I frown as I enter the library and find a group of guys surrounding the small table in the back. The librarian is out, and I wonder why the room isn't locked, but there are more important things to worry about, like the constantly increasing laughter and over played hand motions like mock sign language from the crowd at the back table. I assess my face in the mirror from my purse and decide I can probably scare them off. I saunter over, trying not to twist an ankle in my blue heels. Ugh, why didn't I just break uniform today? Everyone else does it. I tap on a big, jocky shoulder and feel short for a moment, but remember my heels make me like four inches taller. He turns, and I see the quiet, quirky boy from advanced English hunched over, covering his ears. A few of the guys in the group are doing the same. "What are you doing?" My voice is dripping with disgust. One smirks. "Want to join us?" Another stares at my breasts. Ugh. "Yeah, it's fun." "I asked what you were doing." The boy is shaking. "We're just playing with him." One laughs, and another nods, wringing his hands exaggeratedly. Both of them bust out laughing. "Stop it." "Why?" "Because it isn't funny. It's stupid. All of you are being stupid. Why don't you just leave him alone?" One chuckles. "What, do you have a crush on him?" The boy's face turns bright red and he balls his fists. "What are you in, the fourth grade? Shouldn't you be somewhere else, like, oh, I don't know, spreading your herpes?" A blond guy eyes my boobs again. "Whatever." He slightly smacks the kid in the back of the head before leading his pack away, all of them giggling to themselves obnoxiously. The boy peers up at me through his curly bangs, his face still red. I pick up two books and a crumpled piece of paper from the floor, stacking them and flattening the sheet of paper, which I can now see has part of an essay written on it. Shit, I haven't even started mine. He watches me carefully, like he's afraid I'll tear it up. I place it on his binder and smile at him slightly. He doesn't smile back, just opens the rings and places it behind a red divider. I decide to leave him alone, and walk back into the hallway to find Louis. 

I look out at the water as I stroll down the bridge slowly. Two figures come into view and I smile, making my way over, but slightly wishing I had worn a more... conventional shirt than Jake from Adventure Time smoking a joint. The girl looks up through her dark blonde bangs, seeming annoyed with everything. I continue to smile at her. "Hi." "Uh, hi." I notice a smoothie stand nearby. "Do you want a smoothie?" She blinks. "Uh, sure. Thanks..." I step over to the stand and purchase three smoothies, then carry them back over. "Thanks." The girl says again, handing who I assume is her brother one. He looks up at me. "Did you know eighteen people in the United States choke on ballpoint pens every year?" It's the boy from the library. The girl glances over at him, then back at me, I guess to see my facial expression. She seems surprised to see me nod with a slight smile. "Wow, that's really interesting." He nods back and looks down at his book again. "My name is Kristina." I offer, feeling obnoxiously friendly. "I'm Loreli." She mumbles. "This is my brother, Holt."