Drifting

Excerpt:
""Hey, you're James, right?" she smiled at him. She oversaw registration of the Blood Drive her student org was hosting, and he happened to be registering to donate blood.
"Yes. Congratulations on your offer, really exciting stuff, Leila. Am I good to go?" he stated, almost toneless. She could barely make it out, but she could've sworn that it was there-the hint of disdain and resentment. Was he upset that she had gotten the internship and he hadn't? I mean, he ended up getting full-time, so what was there to be upset about? It worked out for him in the end, she reasoned.
"Ooh, who is that?" Christine, the Vice President of the student org, wiggled her eyebrows at Leila.
Leila laughed, "Trust me, it's not like that. We're just going to be working at the same firm."
"Is that why he's been practically gawking at you since he got here? Don't look though!" Christine looked behind her, undoubtedly, to see if he was still looking in their direction. One thing Leila- and potentially the entire human population- had trouble doing was complying when someone told them not to look behind them. And so, she turned her back to look in his direction. With that, she saw James rapidly face away, practically snapping his neck in the process. She dismissed it as him memorizing his target's face so that he could conjure it up in his mind whenever he practiced archery in his free time. Men with fragile egos could never handle a woman succeeding in their stead, could they?"