#gdialex

bridget raised an eyebrow as she listened in on a girl yelling at her boyfriend on facetime, trying to keep her laughter to herself. they were fighting about whether or not he should have eaten a banana that sat on the ground outside the library, so she was fully within her rights to judge. deciding to stop before she accidentally outed herself for eavesdropping, she stood up and grabbed her bag, walking a little bit further away. the only other benches were currently occupied, but at least one of them harbored a friend. plopping beside alex, bridget laughed and filled her in on what she had just overheard.

bridget sat quietly in a secluded spot outside an academic building, her phone speaker emitting soft music as she leafed through her sketchbook. finding a blank page, she put her pen to it and started to sketch an amalgamation of people she saw walking across the street. she was completely focused and bit down on her tongue as it poked out her mouth, a habit she’d had for years. with wind blowing her hair, she pressed skip on her phone until she found a song she liked and went back to her paper.

the tutoring system at hyland was good, but it had its flaws. one of those being that the tutor-tutee pairing arrangements didn’t always yield the best results — much like right now. when caroline turned up to the tutoring centre with her notes and textbooks prepared, the last person she ever expected (or wanted) to see was logan. she genuinely considered just turning around and pretending none of this happened, but it was too late for that. swallowing her pride, caroline sat down across from him, trying to avoid eye contact. “i can leave, y’know? like, we don’t have to do this. i mean, there are a million people who can teach you essay structure.” she said, a little flippantly, unsure whether she wanted him to take her up on that offer.