Disclaimer: This story and all characters belong to me. For once.

Kudos to squeak and her story "It's Magic." It inspired me. It may sound like Athene is based on her character April, but she's actually based on me.

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Ye Olde Bookestore was almost always a deserted shop. Tucked into a corner of the mall, most patrons didn't even notice it.

Athene Saille Moore was a regular customer. She had found the store on her first trip to the Sunrise Mall, and quickly became fast friends with the owner, Mr. Daniel Giles.

"Hello, Giles," she called as she walked into the store. "Did'ya get any new books?"

Daniel appeared from the back of the store.

"Athene, a pleasure to see you again. I regret to inform you, no new installments of books have come in."

"S'okay. I'm just going to take a peek at—" her hands skimmed over the titles on a nearby shelf—"this one!"

She held up a book with a leather cover. Emblazoned on the front cover were the words Fallen Angels.

"I'll go to the corner, of course."

The corner was at the very back of the store, surrounded by the stacks. There was a couch, a lamp, and a table in it. The perfect place to escape from reality for a time.

A.S.M.'s POV

My nose was already buried in the book by the time I reached the corner. I'd been there so many times before I could walk it if I were blind. I reached to turn on the lamp, then realized it was already on. My head snapped up from the book, and my eyes widened in shock.

Sitting nonchalantly in front of me, reading a book that looked familiar (probably one I had read before), was Andrew "Drew" O'Conall, the most popular guy in our grade at school.

"Puritan," he drawled, staring at me. "Why am I not surprised to find you in a bookstore on a Saturday?"

"Color me surprised to find you here, Tomb Raider. I didn't know you could read."

We traded insults on a regular basis. He called me puritan because my clothes were long sleeved shirts and ankle length skirts. Needless to say, I stood out in a crowd. I called him Tomb Raider, a pop culture reference to the Mummy movies and the…mercenary, for lack of a better term, Rick O'Connell.

Only I knew it wasn't an insult. Within the first twenty minutes of the movie, I had gained a lot of respect for the character of Rick.

"Well, I can. Believe it or not. And sometimes this is the only place I can find peace and quiet."

"You, too? That's why I come here so much. Often times, at school or at home, things are just too stressful. So I come here when I need to escape."

"So you're admitting to cutting class? Puritan, I didn't think you had it in you."

"I didn't say that. I said things were too stressful at school, so I come here to escape. After school. And hey, look at the outfit. Not Puritan today."

He looked. Whoo boy, did he look. My skirt today was still ankle length, but it was a deep red color, and had a slit up my thigh that was only visible if I stood a certain way. My shirt, matching the color of my skirt, was a peasant blouse that ad a tie in the front above a row of buttons, and slit sleeves all the way down to where they gathered at my wrists with another tie. I had on strappy black sandals that added an extra 3.5" to my height. I wasn't Puritan today, because my older sister, Lilith, had come home from college and forbidden me to wear anything but her clothes for the weekend. So I chose her most conservative outfit to wear.

"Okay, so you don't cut class. Not everyone does. I don't even, but that's because—never mind. But why don't you wear that" he gestured at the outfit "in school."

"It's my sister's. She swore that I wouldn't be allowed to wear my own clothes while she was home. Something about my needing to stop dre—why am I discussing this with you? You hate me."

"You're right. I'll probably just spread this around the school. That's what you expect, isn't it?"

"I never said that. I just don't know why I'm still here. My sister is supposed to come and pick me —"

"Willow! Where are you?" Lilith's called.

"Speak of the devil and she shall appear," I muttered. "Back here, Lil!"

She appeared through the stacks, and let out a dramatic sigh. "Finally, Willow. Honestly, this store is far too big."

"Why does she call you Willow? I thought your name was Athene." Andrew said.

"It's a long story, and one I don't feel like sharing," I snapped.

"Willow, you never told me that you have a S/O."

"That would be because I don't, dammit. Lilith, you need to stop poking your nose in where it isn't appreciated."

"Now, now, Athene. No need to not tell your sister about us." Andrew closed the book, and stood next to me, slinging an arm across my shoulders.

"Get off me!" I twisted his arm off of my shoulders, and turned toward him, a blush heating up my cheeks. I gave him my patented death glare, one normally reserved for my sister and the rest of my family.

"Wow, I was just joking, Athene."

"Well, don't. It's unappreciated and unwanted."

"Ooh…you two have some sexual tension between you," said Lilith. "I think I'll leave so you two can work it out."

"Leave and I'll burn these," I said, looking at the clothes I had on.

What do you think? Should I continue? Or does it completely suck? Tell me!

Athene Saille