Drea was walking around Rosehill's campus, carrying her tumbler and sipping from it absent-mindedly. It was currently between classes and she was busy thinking about Yale early admissions, not paying much mind to the stares and whispers she got from the other students, as she was used to them by now.

Suddenly, she gets bumped into, or maybe it was partially her fault too, but she didn't care. She staggered back slightly and fixed her hair, glaring at whoever just bumped into her.