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she could muster, turning indifferently away from Sam and packing her things quickly back into her bag before standing up abruptly.
    "Oh, right...OK." He muttered, looking and sounding as dejected as a puppy that had just been kicked, so much so that even Sienna almost found herself feeling slightly sorry for him, until she turned around and was confronted once more with the ridiculous 'hip' angle of his cap. Ostensibly oblivious to her disdain, Sam continued gibbering at Sienna in another vain attempt at starting a conversation.
    "I just wanted to say 'Welcome!'" He blurted, taking a nervous half-step towards her. "You...you're new here, right?" He finished uncertainly.
    "Yes." She snapped impatiently.
    "Well, I hope you enjoy it here." Sam offered proudly, his cheesy grin now firmly back in place and his right hand forming into an automatic, equally cheesy thumbs up. Sienna scoffed at the display, almost laughing at the thought of actually 'enjoying' herself here, and hoisted her backpack further up onto her shoulders, walking purposefully and pointedly away from the blubbering Jock behind her.
    Just when she thought she'd escaped, Sam called from behind her once more.
    "Stephen King!" He practically yelled, an edge of desperation now marring his voice. Sienna could have simply carried on walking away, but something in her made her stop and spin around on the spot, partly just to glower once more at the fool.
                  "What?!" She hissed, her eyes slits of scorn that seemed to burn through his very flesh and caused his cheeks to instantly turn a deep shade of mauve. He reached nervously to the bookshelf next to him, shaking hands plucking one of the volumes off the 2nd shelf from the top, and holding it out towards Sienna like some kind of offering.
    "Stephen King." He repeated less confidently, his voice quickly turning to a mumble that Sienna had to strain to hear. "I...I assume you like books. You should...You should read this one - it's really...well...good." He finished feebly, his shoulders slumped in embarrassment. She glanced down at the novel in his hands - Stephen King’s 'The Stand' - and her eyes involuntarily widened in surprise.
    "Yes, I've read it." Sienna heard herself saying, the ice suddenly gone from her voice. "It is very good."
    Sam’s eyes rose to meet hers hopefully, but Sienna speedily came to her senses, quickly adding -
    "But everyone knows that." In as cold and dismissive a voice as she could muster. She didn't wait for the boys reaction, turning and marching briskly out of the library before he could ambush her into talking to him again, furious with herself for falling for his trick, however briefly.
                  By the time she'd stormed back out of the catacombs of the English department and had made her way back to the main entrance hall of the College, she was already ten minutes late to her next lecture. Not that she cared - there was nothing that giggly, blonde woman could possibly teach her that she hadn't already taught herself, and it wasn't as if anyone would notice whether she was there or not. She didn't even glance at the staircase leading up to the Art department as she passed it on her way across the main entrance hall and towards the College's automatic main doors, that revolved eerily round and round on their own, accompanied by a faint and ghostly swishing noise. She dug frantically in her leather jacket pockets, fumbling for the pack of Richmond's and sparking one up the second those spinning doors had spewed her out into the harsh, bright heat of the outside world. She angrily blew out a thick cloud of nicotine and tar, before taking another deep, vicious drag and charging around the corner to the bike sheds. That Jock boy had confused her, and Sienna didn't appreciate being confused - it was an insult to her intelligence. She paced back and forth in front of the rows of chained up bikes, puffing away furiously until there was nothing left