Why Am I Here instead... [O-P-E-N]

Samantha was walking in the huge space and she couldn't help but look at all these books screaming like a kid. She really loved reading, that was her hobby and she bought every single book she saw when she was little. Now, she lived at Beata and here the only place where you could find some books to read was that enormous library. Sam liked it immediately. But now, despite her love towards books she didn't want to touch any one of them. She felt lonely at that school because she wasn't good at making friends. She'd been here for a month and yet didn't know how to spend her time. And suddenly, some minutes ago she decided to visit the library. People came here to read, not to talk, and it was likely everyone here to be alone. So she thought she'd feel better here, to be alone like everyone else in this place.

And when she sat at one of the tables, not saying a word and without a book in her hands, she realised her motives to be here were... She wouldn't feel better staying at a room with people who wanted to read in silence. They wanted to be alone just to read in silence. And she was here to feel better around people who came alone. Ugh... She wanted to take out a knife of her pocket and start punishing herself for what she was thinking. She'd started to move her hands around her neck and when she saw she'd done it, she stopped nervously. If someone could see her, what would they think? She put her hands back on the table. "Be calm..."

Oliver spent all of his time in the library, every hour every day -- it was pratically his second home. The brownhaired boy frowned as he placed his cheek on his right arm, holding a thin-paper back book with his other one, eyes glued too the words that was typed into it. Too Oliver every single book was interesting and fun too read, he didnt enjoy reading too much especially not in middle school, but his hobby slowly grew and he found himself reading almost every single day. If anyone considered a bookworm to be a nerd there were right, Oliver didnt care what people thought about him not one bit.

The brown haired boy didnt even notice when someone had sat at his table, he honestly didnt care. But when you were at the last few pages or your book you had no other choice too get up and look for a new one. Oliver had closed the book with his fingertips, looking for a book in here would be easy.Thats when he noticed her, she had her arms up to her neck for whatever strange reason but she quickly hid them under the table. An eyebrow raised in slight suspicion, "What are you doing"

Sam didn't know what to do. Did she have time to run and hide somewhere? They saw her! Someone saw she was trying to choke herself... She looked at the boy who asked the question and saw he was holding a book. Was he reading it while she was acting like a kid at his table? Sam realised there wasn't where to hide except under the table so she opened her mouth to say something.

What was she doing? It must have looked very strange... so... She preffered people considered her anything but lonely. And the only thing which she came up with was: "I'm a terrorist. We're planning to blow up the library at this school. It would be fun." Sam smiled and after that hit her head with both her hands. It was a nightmare. She was a nightmare.

Oliver had squinted his eyes, gently putting down his book on his table as he clasped his hands over each other. "I have a hard time believing you're story." The boy had said his gaze narrowing, his face showed no clear emotions there was only a cold look in his eyes. Oliver paused for a moment looking directly into Samanthas eyes, 'Time manipulation huh?' Clearing his throat the boy had leaned back in his chair, a relaxed look on his face as he closed his eyes. "And besides what can someone with Time manipulation even do? This schools full of talent sadly you don't have any." The intiate had a bad habbit of provoking others but he couldnt help it if someone as low as this posed a threat might as well jave some fun. The boy had sat straight up again, an eyebrow cocking. "Better tell me the truth this time."

What the... She was taken aback from what he'd just said. Who was he? How did he know what her gift was?! And how he dared to tell her she didn't have any talent?! Sam finally closed her mouth and looked the stranger in the eyes. He was looking at her as she was a monster. But she thought he was the real monster. "First, I should be the one asking the questions. For example, how do you know what my gift is? Am I that famous? Second, because I want to answer your question so badly, I can destroy that library for 10 minutes in the worst case. How? I can transform the library into what it will be in 300 years... or in 3000 years. Whatever... I think you like that library so right now I really want to be a terrorist." Sam was so glad from what she'd just said... She did have a talent and no one could talk to her like she didn't. Were the students here really so... rude?

The boy didnt really care what she had too say. It was all just stupid in his opinion anyways, his eyebrow rose at her words slightly chuckling at them Oliver had never met such a fool - such a weird girl. He used his hand too scratch the back of his head as he watched her for a few seconds. "Terriosts aren't very cocky for one thing." The boy said with a sigh, although one thing she did have in common with terriosts was that she was pretty crazy and stupid for believing she could get away from pulling off such a stunt. "Oh, is the mighty terriost afraid? How pathetic." He said with a grin sliding onto his face easily before he blinked at her words. Not because he was shocked because he was completely shocked on how stupid this girl was. Oliver pratically facepalmed right then and there his hand slowly sliding down his face before he placed it back onto the table and sighed.

"Didnt you just say you were a terrorist, you really need to get your life together."

Louis finally made his way to the library and glanced around. He headed over to a book shelf and started looking around.

When Sam saw his face kept being disgusting, she understood that the stranger just wanted to be the smart one here, even for two minutes. Why was he telling her what to do with her life? She hadn't come here for a lesson, especially from that kind of lesson. Reading books doesn't necessarily make you intelligent and she realised that right this second. She was almost sure the boy told himself every day he was smart and he'd started believing it. That was the only explanation of his behaviour.

"Oh my god, I didn't think you'd believe I was a terrorist for one second, didn't think anyone would. But obviously, you decided to show me how much you know about life and started playing the really smart one. Yeah, I'm not a terrorist, Sherlock. Congratulations."

Louis peeked around the bookshelf as he heard some voices. I thought most students were gone this time of year? he thought to himself. He then realized someone was looking towards him and quickly hid behind the shelf......