On any other day, Bay might’ve been upset about the fact that it was raining, but, today was not any other day. It may have been gloomy, dark, and cold as balls outside, but Bay was barely paying attention.
Today, Bay was stuck in book world – a phenomenon that occurred more often than one might think when meeting the sporty, sassy blonde. When she’d awoken that morning (at five am, mind you) to the sound of rain outside, it was as though a switch had been flipped inside of her mind, and there was suddenly nothing more she wanted then to curl up in a comfy chair with a good book, or books. Without a second thought, Bay had grabbed a stack of old favorites from the corner of her dorm room and headed down the stairs. She’d settled in one of her favorite corners of the game room and started with the novel at the top of the pile.
About five hours into this endeavor, the room began to fill with people (all trying to stay out of the storm, she’d guessed), but Bay didn’t really mind. Being from a touristy town in California, the blonde had become oddly used to the hustle and bustle, and found the background noise comforting. Despite the constant coming and going, she barely looked up from her reading for the entirety of the day.
It was when Bay had gotten about halfway through one of her all-time favorites (Ask the Passengers by A.S King) when she sensed someone sitting in the chair next to her. She didn’t think much of it –there weren’t that many comfy chairs in the game room to begin with – until she realized they were talking to her.
“You do realize you’re saying that to the girl who’s literally been sitting here all day?” she retorted with a small chuckle, before actually looking up from her book, and realizing who had spoken to her.
“O-oh. Ghost girl. Hey,” she began, tone suddenly less harsh that it had been a few seconds before, internally cursing her love of reading for causing a lack of game.
jules pretended to consider the logic behind the girl’s point, scrunching her face up before breaking into a smirk as she lounged back in her seat. her next comment had jules huffing a breath of laughter — she’d almost forgotten the stunt she’d pulled a couple of days prior. “ is that what i’ve been reduced to? ”
thinking back, it was quite out of character for jules to have utilised her power so willingly, particularly in such an open, public space. the thought played in her mind that she might just have done so for the sake of impressing, though she immediately refused as such, because why would she care what she thought?
jules eyed the book within the blonde’s grasp, then glanced up to the girl’s face once more. the action was nonchalant — at least, the brunette would try to convince herself so — as she continued to slouch in the armchair. “ an intellectual, are we? ”
god, she despised herself for failing to resist the urge to press the conversation further, though just about managed to maintain a cool front, even peering down at her phone as she awaited a response. as hard as she tried though, the text on the screen would not register in her brain, for her attention was elsewhere.
