She shuddered as his voice whispered into hear ears, and gripped the necklace tighter, staring, eyes wide. "Uh... class, I suppose." She hesitated with each word, shivers running down her spine from his closeness, where he has, how close. She would be on edge all day. She stood, back stiff, and began to pack up her computer and notebooks, before going downstairs to grab the lunches and toss them in her backpack. Metro-pass, and a sweater, and she was off, locking the door behind herself and beginning the walk to the bus.<br/><br/>Her back was stock straight, and small tremors sill shot down her spine. "This isn't going to work." She whispered to him, as she reached the shelter. As the bus pulled up, she stepped on, perching on the edge of the plastic seat, and stared straight ahead, hands gripping her knees tightly.