Begonia was simply going to die, either of waiting here or of sexual frustration. She had been trying to come up with a way to kiss Lena for months, now, fantasizing about it when they were in class and she studied her roommate in profile. But she had never intended on actually acting on it, and now she had an excuse. Lena was evidently opposed. B had been so horrifically embarrassed at the concept of this that she had not managed to say anything until the crowd cleared, and now they were waiting for the mistletoe to fail. Which it would do if she just simply kissed Marlena, which she could not do, because Marlena did not want to kiss her. So: she was going to die.
She had been studying her fingernails, because she was trying not to look sad, which she was. But she could not help but throw a sort of wide-eyed vaguely morose expression Marlena's way when she asked her a question. "I think so," B said, tugging down the ends of her robe sleeves, "My bum's going a little numb, though, but that's probably just the floor."
She would be less opposed to this if they were in the comfortable common room chairs.
She had been studying her fingernails, because she was trying not to look sad, which she was. But she could not help but throw a sort of wide-eyed vaguely morose expression Marlena's way when she asked her a question. "I think so," B said, tugging down the ends of her robe sleeves, "My bum's going a little numb, though, but that's probably just the floor."
She would be less opposed to this if they were in the comfortable common room chairs.