Clair sighed as she walked into the neighbourhood library. It was an all-too familiar place for her to spend weekends. Only today was Thursday. Clair grumbled as she set her books down at her unofficial table. Stupid mid-terms.
Clair nodded to the librarian as she went to the History section. She needed to read some book about Alexander the Great for a test later in the week. To say history was her least favourite class was an understatement. Clair would have rather not taken the boring class at all, but it was mandatory for grade eleven students. She shook her head as she lugged the book to her table.
Just get the work done, she mentally sighed. Once it’s done, you don’t have to look at it again.
When she got back to her table she stopped.
There was a book already on it.
Clair looked around. There wasn’t anybody to speak of near by. People around here usually left tables with coats on them alone. Especially during mid-terms. And if they did use part of an occupied table, they certainly wouldn’t leave a book there unattended and unopened. Clair glanced at the title out of curiosity.
A Brief History of Time
Quantum physics. Whoever had left this book behind had picked just the book for her. Clair traded the history text in her hands for the book that had been left at her seat. Surely, just looking wouldn’t hurt. After all, she did have a physics test to study for. Even though it wasn’t for another two weeks.
Clair thumbed through the pages, not wanting to get too deeply into anything. Just a quick break, then back to history. She lost control of the slow flipping of pages and the book opened somewhere in the middle. Clair frowned. Somebody had left a bookmark at that place. She shifted the book to one hand and picked up a stray piece of paper between the pages.
Call number— C108-342-67
Clair put the paper back and snapped the book shut. The last thing she needed was to figure out what book somebody had forgotten about. She didn’t want any distractions from studying. Her grade in history was low enough.
She put the book at the other end of the table and sat down at her usual seat. Whoever had left the book could pick it up again and not have to disturb her. Clair started reading her own book, but she kept a careful eye on whoever walked by her table. It shouldn’t take long for somebody to pick up that book, she thought. After all, I had only been gone five minutes.
Time ticked by just as slowly as Clair read the book under her nose. Five minutes passed, then ten, then fifteen. She kept glancing up to see if somebody had taken that book yet, but it was still exactly where she’d left it. Clair looked past her table and saw a call computer that wasn’t being used.
I really should just leave this be… Clair hesitated a moment longer before going to the computer and typing in the call number. One book came up: Macbeth. Clair rested her chin on her hand. Her class was doing Macbeth this semester.
Okay, strange... This time, Clair didn’t waste any time. She went through the library’s shelves to find a copy of the play. Once she found it she flipped through the pages. This time her thumb stopped near the end. Just like the first book, there was a piece of paper stuck between the pages.
Call number—R907-524-12
Clair went to the computer a second time, typing in the new call number. This time the book was on art history. Another one of my classes… Clair no longer knew what to think. This was all just too weird. Whoever had left those pieces of paper in the books knew her classes and which one was her favourite. The notes had to have been left recently; this library was used by everybody within five miles, including almost all of Clair’s classmates. With mid-terms, they’d be looking up these books too.
She slowly got up from her chair. Just one more time, then I’m going back to studying. She’d already wasted half an hour on this silly hunt. She needed to study for at least an hour tonight, and at this rate, she wouldn’t be getting out of here until ten p.m.
Clair made her way to the art section and found the book near the end of the aisle. She flipped through the whole thing, but her thumb didn’t stop at any page like it had the last time. Disappointed that the book was a dead end and relieved she could go back to her table and forget about this, Clair tried to close the book one-handed. The momentum got away from her, however, and the book ended up on the floor.
Clair ducked her head and quickly picked up the fallen book. Under the splayed pages was another note, exactly like the others. She guessed it had been near the cover, where she hadn’t looked at too closely. On the note was only two words:
Turn around.
Clair spun around, dropping the book again. There was nobody behind her. She swore under her breath. Why did I let myself get caught up in such a wild goose chase?
As she bent down to pick up the book, somebody else got there first.
Clair’s head snapped up to see a guy about her age with white-blond hair and blue eyes. He held the book with both hands, his fingers going white at the tips he was pressing so hard on it.
She stood up slowly, feeling her cheeks turn red. “Sorry for disturbing you.”
“No problem. “He quickly stuck out his hand. “I’m Daniel, by the way.”
“Clair.” She bit her lip. “Erm, do you want that book?”
He held it out to her. “No, you can have it.”
Clair shook her head. “No, no, it’s okay. I was just—”
“Just what?”
“Just, well… This is going to sound so stupid, but, I found that call number in a book.”
“One left on your table?”
Clair raised an eyebrow. “How did you know a book was left on my table?”
“Well, um.” Daniel cleared his throat. “I’ve been wanting to meet you, but, just, couldn’t get myself…”
Clair blushed again. Daniel had left all those clues just to meet her? “Do you go to Meadowbrook?”
He jerked a nod. “Just started after Christmas. I—I noticed you in class, and, well…”
“Do you want to study with me?” she asked, not wanting to stay on this subject much longer. “I could use some help in history.”
Daniel smiled. “Just as long as you help me in physics. That class is a killer.”
Clair rolled her eyes. “If you say so.” She glanced at him and was no longer able to keep a straight face. She put a hand over her mouth to muffle her laugh.
Daniel tucked the book under his arm. “Got room at your table?”
Her giggles under control, Clair nodded. “Sure. Grab your books and come on.”
A/N- Shred this into tinny little pieces please.
