It was just after lunch and everyone was scurrying for the afternoon load when Lauren ran in to Newt out in the hallway.
"Fancy going to the library, after class?" He asked as he walked with her.
"Because I need help," he shrugged.
"Oh really," Lauren couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah, in dire need of a shelver or two," he sighed. "All they got is me, and its nonstop, you know. I'm beginning to hate it. Anyway, if you like it, then I'm sure you could get on. If you like?"
"Thanks." Lauren liked the sound of that. "You wouldn't mind?"
"Of course not." He smirked.
"We hate each other quite well, remember?" She looked at him out of the corner of her eye as they walked.
"When was that? A zillion years ago?"
"It hasn't been that long," she assured him.
"What gives with Laleh these days? I thought every thing was just lovely between you two?" He nudged a bit then.
"Who knows, she's out with that Colin. It could be no good, you know."
"Colin? He used to run with Ste, didn't he?" Newt squinted as if it were something vague.
"Um, yeah, of course, he's still got a bit of a gang banger in him, I'm afraid." She prodded along, wishing class was over, already.
"He's just a poor little rich boy," Newt sighed. "I'm sure all the drugs he hands out are pharmaceuticals cleanest. Isn't his dad a doctor of some kind? Something has to be said for that, you know."
"That really doesn't make me feel any better." Lauren told him.
"Yeah, I know, but it could really be worse, all right? It could be worse." He worked on then.
Lauren could barely go on. She got out her cell. All she wanted was to hear Laleh's voice.
we need to talk
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