Snippet #1572575

As Sabrina made her casual approach to the class, she was bumped into by the classmate she had seen in the courtyard during lunch. His hurried pace made it difficult for her to respond to the apology he recited, and her inquisitive nature caused her to wonder what caused him to rush. He seemed to be a fairly unbothered sort, so whatever prompted him must have been important. Perhaps the bullies had come back to pick up on their confrontation, poor thing.

She arrived shortly after he did, but despite this, she was still the second to arrive. Her boots hitting the floor echoed on the hollow walls of the room. Sabrina glanced at Boyce curiously, a strand of hair falling into her face. When he didn't return the look she tucked the hair behind her ear, and uncommon to her nature, she took a seat directly to the right of Boyce. She didn't know why, and didn't have a rational reason, but something was persuading her to do so.

Sabrina was reluctant to start a conversation at the risk of sounding dumb. She thought of commenting on him being in the class, like the "popular girls" would do to play hard to get, but they had been in school for two weeks and she was well aware of his presence, after a silence that felt to be drawn out over an eternity she finally turned to him and smiled, "I see you are reading Darker Than Black. I love that series!" Sabrina then dipped into her bag and pulled out the exact same book in the series. Her hand waved over the cracked book and the pages flipped. She never paid attention to this occurence, it was subtle, and therefore she never noticed that they flipped without her ever turning the book or touching the pages, " Umm, I just started reading it though."