[ If anyone had told her she'd be a: friends with Steve "The Hair" Harrington, or b: studying over at Nancy Wheeler's house, she would never have believed them. And it's not even that she needs to study. Neither of them do, really... but it was a nice excuse to hang out with her (since when did she even want an excuse for that?)...
But there was a certain pull Robin felt to her- one that wasn't fair at all. She hates how distracted she gets by the small things: the faces Nancy makes when she's concentrating, the way her hair moves, her eyes, her eyelashes...
The pout of her lip.
She taps her pencil on her paper a few times, pretending she's thinking harder than she really is, before she clears her throat and announces, with some exasperation: ]
no subject
But there was a certain pull Robin felt to her- one that wasn't fair at all. She hates how distracted she gets by the small things: the faces Nancy makes when she's concentrating, the way her hair moves, her eyes, her eyelashes...
The pout of her lip.
She taps her pencil on her paper a few times, pretending she's thinking harder than she really is, before she clears her throat and announces, with some exasperation: ]
Do we really need to study?