Azalea roamed the library for what seemed like hours, alone in the peace and quite. She glanced out the window while students still chatted in the courtyard, her hand pressed gently against the window while a small sigh escaped her lips. Slowly she exited the library with a book in her hand, her red eyes scanning over the empty hallway. Azalea hummed softly while she walked, her attention focused on the book as she tuned out the rest of the students around her. Her mind still slipped back to what the ice cold boy had said to her. Such hate in his words. She turned a corner quickly and glanced up from her book for a split second.