Adam

Adam’s POV: I always told myself that I was good at controlling my emotions, at keeping a level head regardless of what—or who—came through the library doors. Fairview Academy is full of distractions, but I’ve managed to navigate it all with a sense of calm professionalism. At least, I did until she started showing up every day. with her constant questions, her careless way of stacking books as though they weren’t delicate, and her maddening habit of humming loudly while wandering through the aisles. I can’t stand her—or at least that’s what I keep telling myself. But the truth is, she unsettles me in ways I can’t fully understand. Every time she enters the library, it’s like the air changes. And it doesn’t help that she seems to have no idea how much she affects me. The more I try to distance myself, the more drawn I am to her. It’s a terrible cycle of pretending to be annoyed, hiding the fact that her smile disarms me completely. And I think she knows it. The library was quiet, just how I liked it. Shelves neatly lined with books, the smell of paper and ink providing a soothing backdrop to the chaos of the school day. I was halfway through sorting a new stack of returns when, right on schedule, she walked in. I didn’t even need to look up to know it was her. The hum of her voice—she always hummed, as if she couldn’t help herself—floated through the aisles before she appeared. I pressed my lips into a thin line, trying to ignore the way my pulse quickened at the sound. (You’re the girl)