Shouldering her bag, Imogen made her way across the campus, bypassing petitions, club herders, and protesters on the way to Clare’s dorm. Shoving her hands into her pocket to turn up the volume, the girl bowed her head, elbowing people out of the way, though the smile she had never left her face. It was weird to think a girl like Clare Edwards had caused her to smile like this. Clare was everything that Imogen had speculated upon looking at her partner their very first day of class when she’d walked in. She was beautiful, but relied more on her brains and wit, judging by the lack of make up on her face and was unaware of her beauty, so it suggested modesty. But upon talking to her, like most situations, Imogen found more to Clare Edwards than what met the eye. Stepping into the dorm, she made her way up the three flights of stairs, following the signs that lead her to Clare’s hallway and took out her ear buds and shoved them in her pocket. Once she got to the door, she gave a quiet knock and waited for the girl to open the door, and returning Clare’s friendly smile once she did. “Hola,” Imogen said, strolling into her room, noticing the immaculate up keep, not really surprised. If Imogen had a dorm room, instead of living from home with her dad and taking the commuter rail to and from school, she was sure her dorm room would be as messy as the one she had at home, but Clare’s, she was positive not even a white glove could get a single speck of dust off of anything. She kicked off her shoes, shoving them over to the side to not get in the way of anything, and took a seat on Clare’s bed, crossing her legs and waiting for Clare to press play.
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