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Imogene clutched her books tightly to her chest as she weaved through the masses of students bustling out of classrooms and chattering loudly amongst themselves, looking frazzled and out-of-place. College still felt new to her, disconcerting and worrisome, though the term had been underway for a few weeks now. It hadn't helped whatsoever that she'd already found someone in her classes to crush on, or that he was living in the same dorm block as she was. It was one more thing to worry about on top of homework and the teasing from her classmates. Hell, their team projects were being given out soon; if she was paired off with him she'd probably about die from tension, at least on her part.
She almost ran across the campus in her rush to reach the dorms and shut out the rest of her peers, only stopping when she had put a front hall and a common room door between herself and the campus. Her bag dropped with a soft thump to the sofa and she collapsed down next to it, running a hand through her hair and sighing. At least she might have a few minutes of respite before anyone came to harass her further, all for the sake of seeing her squirming, blushing and nibbling the tip of her thumb. Apparently it was "cute". She couldn't tell if it aggrieved her or just embarrassed her that people enjoyed her discomfort.
She flicked open a book and propped it on her lap to stare down at the pages should someone come in, not realizing yet that she'd opened it upside down. She could hear the murmur of people chatting in the corridor now. They'd be coming in soon.
She almost ran across the campus in her rush to reach the dorms and shut out the rest of her peers, only stopping when she had put a front hall and a common room door between herself and the campus. Her bag dropped with a soft thump to the sofa and she collapsed down next to it, running a hand through her hair and sighing. At least she might have a few minutes of respite before anyone came to harass her further, all for the sake of seeing her squirming, blushing and nibbling the tip of her thumb. Apparently it was "cute". She couldn't tell if it aggrieved her or just embarrassed her that people enjoyed her discomfort.
She flicked open a book and propped it on her lap to stare down at the pages should someone come in, not realizing yet that she'd opened it upside down. She could hear the murmur of people chatting in the corridor now. They'd be coming in soon.