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7 Brianna and Shayla by Bruce Meyer Even with mass torrents streaming under the high bay atrium of the student center, Joram still picked a particular freckled face from out of the crowd. She was standing next to a girl with long, shiny black hair- the one that had stormed past him days earlier.
"Hey, uh, I'll see yah back at the room," Joram said to Nick. "I've got something I want to do-"
Wild music flared under the atrium. Crowds of students had come to listen to a band playing on a makeshift stage towards one end of the area. A guitarist in tattered clothes plucked and strummed a flat guitar with tiny laser light beams where strings would normally be stretched, and a pianist in a bright red jumpsuit pounded on the keys of a grand-style piano. The top of the piano was propped up, revealing hundreds of tiny laser light beams for strings similar to the guitars. Emanating from the various instruments of the band, reflected rainbow light mixed with the sound to fill the area with a spectacular audio-visual show.
Joram cut sharply across the court to meet her. She saw him and waved before he was able to part the sea of thronging bodies. He waved back, tripped over someone's leg, and ended up sprawling in the middle of the crowd. Through the multitudes of faces looking down at his clumsiness, he spotted her laughing, extending a warm hand to help him back up.
"Hey Boson!"
When he stood to his feet, thoroughly embarrassed, he felt even more flustered when she introduced him to the beautiful girl standing next to her. She had long shiny black hair that flowed sensually around the borders of her face, perfectly placed. A brightly colored silky dress clung to a figure that would have fit well in any fashion magazine. "Boson, this is Shayla Sagasu. We work together at the Atlas."
Shayla looked down at him, making him feel entirely too skinny, "Brianna only calls you Boson if she likes you."
Brianna's eyes flashed, causing Shayla to ask with plastic sweetness, "What are you studying?"
Joram didn't know what to say, having just dropped Dr. Reproba's class. "I...uh...well...uh...you see..."
Brianna filled in the gap, "He's a misplaced physics major."
Shayla looked at her, wrinkling a plastic forehead.
Brianna suddenly became very interested in a band playing in the center of the atrium. "These guys are good; I like the idea of the music with that light show. I think I'll do a story on them."
Shayla was incensed. "STOP IT!"
Brianna turned and glared at her, "Stop what?"
"Stop taking all the headlines."
"I'm not! I only said they were good and I wanted to do a story on them."
Shayla glared at her with a beautiful, deadly face. "I'm leaving."
Brianna looked down at the ground while Shayla shoved her way through the crowd, sleek black hair flailing behind her.
A few minutes later, Joram and Brianna had forgotten Shayla. Weaving through the crowds, they made their way out of the student center, across the open campus between the center and Noether Hall, and had just started down the path leading to the southern dormitory. Joram didn't even notice that many they met on the path averted their eyes or blatantly avoided him. "So you think I'm misplaced, huh?" he challenged her.
"Definitely," she laughed. "You're heading towards the wrong dorm, aren't you?"
"Oh yeah," he acknowledged sheepishly, realizing they had been walking towards the south dormitory complex when his room was on the north side. He stopped and took a stab. "H- hey, w- would you like to g- go to the K- Kyla sometime or something?"
She beamed back at him, "Sure that would be great!"
Joram floated back to his dorm in the north tower.
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