Snapshot of the girl who was in both my humanities class and my english composition class

Always aloof; she was. Unaffected, to be precise. She took to sitting next to me, mid-term, after one's seating was already a given. She would bring Cosmo to our english comp class, so I would ask to read it in an effort to spark conversation. We would comment on this article, and that half-naked boy, but our conversation never went outside that box. She started to annoy me the second week after her seating coup, when she refused to contribute to a brainstorm the class was having on paper topics. She had a good idea, she whispered it below her breath, I heard her whisper. I said, say it. She refused. She said, you say it. No. I couldn't even look at her after that.