Perhaps, it had been a terrible idea from the beginning. Maybe. Tina could see it, just a glimpse, from the tips of her toes she stood, looking into the empty library.
It was not her idea.
It was Jen’s.
Dark hair spilled over the desk, forearms spread over the table callously, warm light spilled over warm skin and his black sweater pulled snuggly over his shoulders. Oak undertones of the library made the air even softer, brightening the fall sun and toppling onto the thick books that piled across the desk lamp.
Tina really didn’t like this.
“—es is going to regret this. He’s completely asleep! It shouldn’t be too hard to grab it—why are you making that face?” Jen asked, her eyebrows furrowed.
“I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Nothing is ever a good idea,” She paused, “For you.”
Tina sighed, before threading her fingers in her hair and giving it a good yank. “Jackson Im is not a person to pick a fight with.”
A pause. “Are you scared of him?”
A scoff, “Don’t be ridiculous. I just don’t want to be on his hit list. Is that a crime? I want to finish college with my sanity intact.”
Jen chuckled inaudibly, her brown eyes twinkling dully in the candlelight, “Really? Your hands are shaking.”
Tina, on instinct, grabbed both of her hands and clasped before scowling, she clarified, “First of all—I am only here as a witness. Nothing more, nothing less.” She paused, before continuing, “Besides, he hasn’t spoken to me and he hasn’t bothered me. I would like to keep it that way.”
Jen didn’t even turn to look at her, her eyes fixing on the satin cloth against the chair next to Jackson, “Jackson’s Julian brass-embedded bomber jacket has my name on it. James is going to piss himself once I throw it at his stupid face.”
Tina could feel her stomach tangle.
“I really don’t like this.”
Jen inhaled deeply before squaring her shoulders, her fingers lightly grasped the handle of the door, and said, “If I don’t make it back, tell James he can find six of his hoodies in my closet.”