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athletics I had no idea what the school spent money on but now it was a little clearer. Rich mahogany, computers on every flat surface, rows and rows of books, it's a nerd's paradise in here. No book can tell me what I'm looking for though, that information is going to be much harder to get.
     
    I approach the desk in the center of the room and a gaggle of college girls both behind and around the desk are clearly stunned by my presence. Though I'm trying to talk to absolutely anyone else, a rather prudish looking old lady with odd-shaped black glasses steps to the front.
     
    "Can I help you?!" she asks and her voice makes me want to run and hide. Her hair looks tied so tight it's restricting blood flow to her joyless face. I try to appeal to any of the star-struck girls for help but they have clearly been outranked, leaving me no choice but to speak with this terrifying lady.
     
    "Hi, um," words are failing me. "I'm looking for Becca. Does Becca work here?"
     
    The lady's lips are pursed and the chain connecting to her glasses pull taut as she leans a little bit closer to me.
     
    "Young man," she says loud enough for the whole library to hear. "This is a place of study, not a place for you to come and harass women trying to learn. I highly suggest that unless you have school work to do, you be on your way or else I will call security."
     
    The eyes of everyone surrounding us burn holes in me as they watch with deep interest to see what I'm going to do next. This woman clearly has no idea who she is talking to or else she wouldn't dare speak to me this way. With everyone watching, there was no way I was going to walk away defeated so I lean in even closer, calling her bluff.
     
    "So, maybe if it were just me and you...alone. Maybe then you could let me know?" I ask her just above a whisper through my most charming smile. This woman doesn't know what to do, she's clearly never met someone so charismatic before. She's ready to break and I'll spend whatever time I need to in order to be able to eventually get a hold of Quinn. This woman is clear on blushing now, her wrinkled face red around the embarrassed smile that's forming on her face. She moves even closer to keep our conversation as private as possible.
     
    "I've dialed 9 and 1," she tells me calmly. "And you have one more second until I hit that last 1."
     
    There's no way she's serious. I know this, she knows it and our tense standoff heats up. I'm not backing down and apparently neither is this woman. Just when it comes time for at least one of us to make a move, a pretty brunette emerges.
     
    "Ms. Heideman," she calls out, "Ms. Heideman, it's ok. I'll just be a minute. It's fine, I promise."
     
    This Ms. Heideman relaxes and lets the girl through while never taking her eyes off of me. It's clear that I'm not welcome in the library and while that would normally be fine with me, I'm not ok with some lady putting those kinds of restrictions on me. As the perky brunette pulls on my arm to get me outside, I just can't let it go.
     
    "I'll be back soon, Ms. Heideman and I'll be sure to let the dean know how welcoming you were to the school's star athlete. I'm sure he'll love to hear all about it."
     
    "Beau!" the brunette says with authority as she's more forceful in pulling me outside. I give in and we burst through the doors and out onto the concrete steps outside.
     
    "Any chance you're Becca?" I ask and she shakes her head and rolls her eyes.
     
    "Yeah. I think you may have gotten me fired so thanks for that."
     
    Though she's trying to be angry, this Becca is failing to hide the smile creeping on her face; she's amused by me. The girl is cute, pretty even and I'm racking my brain trying to figure out how we know each other.
     
    "Let me guess, this is about Quinn?" she asks with her arms crossed and toe tapping the concrete below. Her annoyed demeanor instantly reminds me of another pretty girl I know.
     
    "I just need to get in touch with her," I tell