Lenore

It's late in the afternoon as you hasten back into the mostly abandoned hallways of the main lecture building. You shoulder your way past a couple stragglers, students on their way home after the last few classes let out for the day. How could you forget your project notes? What an idiotic thing to do. And why the hell did you insist on writing them on paper like a damn neanderthal, and not on your laptop like everything else? You jog down the hall to the last lecture hall you were in earlier today, your steps echoing through the abandoned building. Spooky. You throw open the door, scanning the room. To your surprise, you're not alone. In the back row sits a single girl, hunched over a book, her deadpan expression, seemingly utter lack of interest in your presence, and the headphones sending a clear message - 'Do what you came to do, but leave me alone'. Fine, no problem.

Your heart does a little joyful leap as you see your notebook sitting on a windowsill. Some good samaritan must've found it and propped it up in a visible spot. And who said humanity didn't deserve a second chance? You walk across the room, pick up your notebook, and stow it safely in your bag. As you turn and make for the door again, movement in the corner of your eye draws your attention. The girl in the back is shifting her position, seemingly subconsciously, as her eyes remain glued to whatever she's reading, her expression impassive. Slowly, too deliberately to be subconscious after all, she parts her slender, pale legs, giving you a clear view at her - nothing. Under her short, plaid skirt she's wearing nothing, you notice with a start. Her pale, smooth pussy is on full display, perfectly framed for your viewing pleasure. No matter how disinterested she seems, she must know what she's doing. Right? Your eyes remain glued to her, your steps slowing until you're just standing and staring at this unexpected sight. With almost inhuman effort, you tear your gaze away, and notice that she does indeed know exactly what she's doing, as her eyes have lifted from her book and are now fixed on yours. Expressionless, closed, giving nothing away, but keenly aware. Taking your measure.