Mina's forearm was sore from the weight of the textbooks that had been digging into it all day, nestled in the crook of her arm as she migrated from class to class. Her last class of the day was over, and she pushed past hordes of chattering girls towards the library—her sanctuary. Her favorite table, in the back corner, was empty as usual. Not many people used the library in college, and she was just fine with that. Taking the seat farthest from the view of everyone else, she opened her history textbook and began working.
About fifteen minutes later, she came to the table. Mina tried to focus on her schoolwork, ignore her, pretend she didn't exist. But she sat in the seat right next to her. Mina'd never thought of herself as being attracted to girls until she came to this school, and this girl had definitely caught her eye. She often had dreams about the endless possibilities that could have been had they been roommates...
'Bad Mina,' she told herself. 'Don't think about it, don't think about it..."
But how could she not? Everything about this girl invaded her senses. Her glossy hair reflected the light streaming through the nearby window. She smelled like a combination of vanilla and lavender. Every so often, her arm would brush against Mina's, ever so softly. And that scent, oh god, that scent...
