Mary was furious. That stupid jerk. Stupid jerk, stupid jerk, stupid jerk! She hopes she never sees his face ever again! He insulted her favorite things in the world. Mary wished to never see his face ever again.

Mary took a deep breath, trying to calm down herself down. She had snapped, calling him a 'stupidhead'. She then began to doubt her actions. Maybe she shouldn't have lashed out so harshly. Maybe she went too far. He wasn't doing anything wrong, really. He was just expressing his opinion. It's not an illegal crime, in a sense. Maybe she should go apologize. Then, the two never had to meet again.

Mary began to search the library for the mysterious boy. He was around here, that's all she knew for sure. She then quickly paced through the aisles of bookshelves, looking for the boy. She would use his name, but she had no idea what it was.

Mary ended up searching practically the whole library, both first and second floors, for the boy. It was like he was able to disappear into thin air, then materialize at will. She wondered if he was really human, or was he some weird humanoid-shaped creature out of eaither a sci-fi or fantasy novel.

She then sighed, giving up her search, ready to just crack open a good book to read and forget the whole ordeal. She made her way to back to her spot, where she found by a very surprising person.

It was the boy. He was sitting across from her spot, pencil in hand, scribbling inside a book. Mary couldn't believe the gall that boy had. To write inside a library book is like forcing a tattoo on someone. It was immoral and wrong. It defaced the original purpose. She really couldn't stand this guy.

"Uhh...excuse me?" she squeaked, tapping the boy on the shoulder. The boy looked up, his face calm and bored.

"Yes?" he asked. He stared into her eyes as she couldn't remember what she wanted to say. She then began to feel flustered as he kept looking. She then slapped the book out of the boy's hand, as if it was a bottle of poison waiting to be administered.

"You're despicable! How dare you write in a book! A library book, no less!?" she shouted. He showed no initial response, then blinked, then resumed writing in the book.

"Are you even listening!?" she shouted again. The boy then placed his pencil back on the table and turned to her.

"Calm down and stop jumping to conclusions. You made two fatal mistakes," the boy started, "one-"

"I don't care! You wrote in a library book!" Mary shouted angrily. The boy then thrusted the book towards her, showing the spine of the book.

"Look." the boy said. Mary stared at the spine, not knowing what she was supposed to look for. All the spine said was The History of the Desert Empire: Egypt. It didn't show many, if any, contradictions really. Egypt was in the eastern Sahara Desert. So, Mary saw no problem whatsoever.

"Well? Don't you see it?" the boy asked her. Mary slightly panicked, not knowing what to look for. What was supposed to be be there? What was she supposed to see?

"Umm...no?" she said. It was a confused honest answer. The boy smiled, pushing his glasses up on his face with his middle finger. A weird habit that seemed familiar to Mary.

"Exactly." the boy said smugly. Mary, now, was thoroughly confused. The thing that was supposed to be there wasn't there. So, how was it not being there, be there?

"No bar code. No stickers. This is my book." he said. Mary then turned red as she snatched the book from the boy. She examined the spine. No bar code or identifying stickers or glue residue. She checked the back inside cover. No date stamp or code. She checked the front inside cover. No barcode or pocket for the check-out card. Just a name was written there, which read James Chaise Goldaming.

"So, don't go making accusations before reviewing the information first." James said. He then resumed reading, his pencil still in hand, crossing out and circling various things. Mary was embarrassed, being shown-up by a person who would insult books. She was mad about being on the losing end against James.

"You're still writing in it!" she shouted. James then kept writing, finishing whatever he started to jot down. He then placed his pencil in the book, then closed it quickly using his left hand, making a loud bang.

"It's wrong." James said coldly. Mary was taken aback. A book, being wrong? She couldn't believe it. It was checked, double-checked, and checked again by some of the smartest people on Earth. The chance of them all making the same mistake is...astrnomical. Mary couldn't believe it. It had to be a lie.

"You don't believe me, do you?" James commented. Mary was surprised. It was as if this guy could read minds.

"Hmm...take a look. It says the wrong statement right here." James said, pointing to a sentence in the book. It read that Cleopatra was Egyptian.

"Wait, but..." Mary stuttered. This doesn't make any sense. How could they make such a careless mistake?

"That's right. Cleopatra was Greek, not Egyptian." James said. He then pushed his glasses up on his face with his middle finger again. It was like some sort of trademark action or something like that. Something to remember him by if someone didn't know his name. He seemed to have a future ahead of him that would make a great story.

"Now, I'm not sure who you are, but do you have anything else you want to keep to yourself?" James asked. Mary was struck by his bold statement. It was like he knew more about Mary than she thought. Maybe he was a stalker, or a pervert, ot a cross-dresser that went out with other guys! (A/N: A reference, if you get it).

"I see. Your thoughts tell me a lot." James said. He then got up from his chair, taking his book, his pencil, and an old, beat-up notebook with him.

"My name's Mary. Mary Shioyami." Mary said. In the short distance, Mary could see him wave back, not turning around, walking farther and farther away from her.