Well, she seemed standoffish. The girl barely even wanted to talk, let alone start a conversation. Layla brushed it off as self-centeredness, and walked away from the precedings. Nobody seemed to care very much about actually attending classes, anyway. Seems like all the cool the kids were off in the janitor's closet, grinding against each other like files on jail bars, or, failing that, off in their hole in the wall so they could be as far away from everyone else. This school was some freakin' weird shape, because everyone in it was in their own special corner far away from everyone else. Except for the people in each other's arms, she thought, supressing a grin.