Day four and you were surprised at how happy you were to work. You had already been trusted with the desk and felt productive when it came to stamping books and scanning library cards. You also had to put books up on the shelves, giving you time to have a quick read of some of them and immerse yourself in words.

 You were taking a trolley of returned books around the library, weaving as silently as possible inbetween the scattered tables and chairs, many filled with people reading intensely, their faces serious. You caught one of the book titles - One Hundred Ways To Use Pi - and shuddered.

 All was quiet aside from the murmurs from Harry working at the desk (someone you had barely said two words to), the rustle of pages turning, and the detached voices of two men behind one of the shelves. As you got closer, trolley in hand, you could hear what they were saying.

 "There's got to be something here that explains the entirety of all this crap in one sentecne," a Southern accent hissed desperately, along with the clunk of books being shuffled.

 "What about Decoding For Dummies?" a deeper voice asks, and you hear the other chuckle to himself.

 "That's it, that's the one."

 You tug the heavy trolley backwards until you come across the two men, both of them staring at you.

 "Hi, there, do you work here?" the first - a blonde - asks, taking a few steps forwards inquiringly.

 "Uh, yeah, I'm y/n," you say nervousy: this is the first time anyone has asked for your assistance.

 "Me and my friend Billy here were wondering if there were any particular books that explained all technology and things like that in terms anybody could understand," the blonde asks hopefully.

 "I think that book would be it," you say, abandoning your trolley to peer at the shelves with them.

 "Hey, aren't you an intern?" the much taller and stockier brunette, Billy, questions. You look at him. "You sit with the interns at lunch."

 "Oh, no, I work here. I don't get any of that intense science-and-maths stuff," you admit, wrinkling your nose and turning back to the shelves, picking various books out and flipping through them.

 "Really? Thank God, we thought we were the only ones here," the first man laughs, before a man sitting nearby hushes him sharply. "We're interns and we don't get a thing!"

 You look them over and decide to not comment - you have never seen such old interns.

 "How about this one?" you ask brightly, passing them a simple looking book with drawings like that of a child's and bright colours. The men peer at it and nod.

 "We'll take that one too," Billy says, taking it.

 Before they go to the desk after thanking you for your help, the blonde says, "Listen, if you want to sit with us during breaks, that would be fine. Our team is a bit too technical for our tastes and you look pretty lonely."

 You nod and smile. "Yeah, thanks. I'll see you later then."

 When the men leave to check out their books, you sigh and grab your trolley. You couldn't have picked the most unlikely friends to sit with.

*

 "Y/n, it's your lunch break," Carrie calls as quietly as possible as you hide behind one of the shelves, engrossed in a dystopic novel. You smile and nod, placing the book back on the shelf so it slightly protruded and you can find it later. You tug off the identity tag around your neck and leave it on the desk before stepping out of the library with your bag over your shoulder, keen to eat.

 Outside is beautifully sunny and warm, lifting your mood remarkably, and you glance at all of the tables, trying to spot Billy and his friend. When they see you they wave, gesturing for you to come over, you weave throughout the tables, almost halting when you see they have company.

 "Hey, guys, this is y/n, I said it would be okay if she sat with us," Billy explains while you awkwardly attempt to sit down as fluidly as possible. You can feel four pairs of eyes staring at you and you try to meet them.

 "Hi," says the only girl, smiling widely at you with kind eyes. "I'm Neha. What team are you on?"

 "Oh, I'm not an intern; I work at the library," you correct, smiling back at her, pulling your food out.

 "I'm Lyle, whassuuup, gurl?" one of the dorkiest guys you have seen since you first came here asks from across the table. You make yourself smile back and look away from him before you burst out laughing. You focus on the boy next to you.

 "I'm Yo-Yo Santos," he says quietly. You say hi to him but feel somewhat distracted by one of his eyebrows, so have to look away once again. When you focus on the final boy, you've never seen such a low feeling; he's staring at you with a half-smirk as if you are dirt.

 "Wait, you work at the library?" he asks with an unusual disgust, phone in hand, frowning at you.

 "Yeah, I did say," you point out warily, frowning at him.

 "So...you're not smart, just like these idiots." He gestures to Billy and his friend, raising his eyebrows at you, still amused. You put your sandwich down irritably.

 "Excuse me?"

 "Well, what do you study?" Stuart asks, pointing at you with his phone. He smirks again. "If you can?"

 "I'm going to study literature next year," you say angrily, already wanting to slap him. He snorts and looks back down at his phone, ignoring you. You look around at the other five, wondering where the hell that came from.

 "And that's Stuart," Neha says brightly to break the silence that follows. Billy starts up a conversation, asking you about your experiences and plans for next year, but the entire time your mouth is working and you finally feel comfortable and settled, you can't help but feel the intense dislike for Stuart burning in your stomach. It seems like you have a new enemy.