It wasn't much I could do but go forward, I didn't know if my hands was just there or actually catching attention like a red beacon, but I did know it wasn't doing as good of a job as shirt or pants would. It was just a few students, okay, a lot, but all they had was their glances, that was fine, I cared more about being<em>seen</em>than being remembered. The looks, however, was too much, and the utility shed that was practically across campus would force me to streak pass all early rising students just to make it. The thought of a guaranty nobody might be there was very enticing, but the gawking looks from the courts full of students had me peddling away in the opposite direction. The students were all probably going to class now, so treading on the school building grounds was tricky.<br/><br/>I'd, hopefully be out of sight from the stares of students,<em>and</em>closer to my dorms. I don't know, maybe it was the fact that my head was stealing all my blood circulation and the increasing embarrassment was pushing me towards the closer option, but I didn't take any longer to think as I picked up my pace and made a mad dash FOR THE HOUSES.