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>>67274373
>It's getting tougher and tougher to keep coming to class. After that monstrous fuckup on the beach I can't bring myself to speak to Fang. I'm sure she hates me. No texts, barely any interaction at all. She even skips most classes that we share.
>I keep considering simply leaving. The Navy would take me, I already checked. Just a quick sign here and initial there and I'm out. An escape. The date I cave seemingly draws closer and closer. I sigh and pick at lunch.
>"This seat taken?" I clam up as I hear Naomi's voice. Fuck off I don't want to talk.
>She sits down with no input from me.
>"So, Anon." I don't even bother looking up at her. Here to rub it in my face, tell me how I screwed the pooch. Hell maybe she's even here to get me to patch it up. Regardless I want nothing to do with her.
>"You okay?" I notice something in her voice that wasn't there before. None of her usual plastic and fake demeanor. Just a bit of concern. I raise my head to look at her and notice she's looking rather unkempt. The hell happened to her?
>I blink a few times as I parse the question. "...sure."
>Her face falters, clearly sussing out my lie.
>She sighs and merely goes about eating her own meal. It's a huge turnaround from the usual insistent chatter. I stare hard at her as she goes about her lunch, seemingly not caring a single ounce of my presence.
>A startle as she realizes I'm still here.
>"Oh! Sorry, I'm uh, a bit out of it." she waves a hand at me. It's almost nice to see her not up her own ass. I shoot my eyes back down to my food. My interest lost.
>I feel a pair of eyes on my head as I do so. Alright fine. I look back to up to see her waiting to speak.
>"Anon, I need to apologize." I blink at her.
>"I overstepped. I'm sorry." I blink slowly at her. What the hell? Who are you and what have you done with the real Naomi?
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>It's getting tougher and tougher to keep coming to class. After that monstrous fuckup on the beach I can't bring myself to speak to Fang. I'm sure she hates me. No texts, barely any interaction at all. She even skips most classes that we share.
>I keep considering simply leaving. The Navy would take me, I already checked. Just a quick sign here and initial there and I'm out. An escape. The date I cave seemingly draws closer and closer. I sigh and pick at lunch.
>"This seat taken?" I clam up as I hear Naomi's voice. Fuck off I don't want to talk.
>She sits down with no input from me.
>"So, Anon." I don't even bother looking up at her. Here to rub it in my face, tell me how I screwed the pooch. Hell maybe she's even here to get me to patch it up. Regardless I want nothing to do with her.
>"You okay?" I notice something in her voice that wasn't there before. None of her usual plastic and fake demeanor. Just a bit of concern. I raise my head to look at her and notice she's looking rather unkempt. The hell happened to her?
>I blink a few times as I parse the question. "...sure."
>Her face falters, clearly sussing out my lie.
>She sighs and merely goes about eating her own meal. It's a huge turnaround from the usual insistent chatter. I stare hard at her as she goes about her lunch, seemingly not caring a single ounce of my presence.
>A startle as she realizes I'm still here.
>"Oh! Sorry, I'm uh, a bit out of it." she waves a hand at me. It's almost nice to see her not up her own ass. I shoot my eyes back down to my food. My interest lost.
>I feel a pair of eyes on my head as I do so. Alright fine. I look back to up to see her waiting to speak.
>"Anon, I need to apologize." I blink at her.
>"I overstepped. I'm sorry." I blink slowly at her. What the hell? Who are you and what have you done with the real Naomi?
cont