The Wallflower and the Stripper

Army of Me

A black clad hooded figure moved quickly and quietly through the halls. Everyone ignored or did not notice the small figure move with relative ease through the throngs of college students except for 2 sets of eyes. She felt the heat of their stares and ignored their attempts to grab her attention. She increased the volume of her wireless beats headphones, to block the noise of everyone around her as she ran up the stairs to the library. Lost in thudding rhythm of Bork's "Army of me", in her minds eye she could see a new routine formulating and the costume she would need to create to emulate the dark nature of the track. Moving down the hall in the physical world, she disappeared back to the right side of her brain, crafting the destopian light show for her background. Head down, she walked into a wall of hard flesh with two pairs of very large shoes. Falling back, she tried to twist her torso, so that she would land on her hands and knees like a cat. One pair of large hands grabbed her hips and another pair her shoulders.
WTF do these guys want now?
"You have been avoiding us Charlie!"
said one deep gruff voice.
"Yes, why is that, Charlie?", said the second equally deep but velvety voice.
"Look you needy, self absorbed annoying gnats, I am too busy for your bullshit right now. I have other more important things and people than you two".
"Like who?", said a gruff voice with anger.
"Nunya".
"Nunya who?"
"None of your business, thats who?"
Charlie pushed away both set of hands.
"Unhand me, and get your hands of my body", she hissed like cat about to attack.
The bell rang and suddenly a surge of students rushed towards the 3 and carried away Charlie in the crowd away from her would be captors. She disappeared from their sight like thief in the night.
The two males, looked at each in wonder and the fair haired one hissed "how the hell does she always manage to do that", the other just grunted under his breath "she can run but she cant hide forever".