Every time the two of you cross paths in the hallway…
Somehow she ends up shoulder-checking you.
Hard enough that you stumble a little.
And every single time?
She keeps walking.
Head straight forward.
Like she never even saw you.
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The hallway outside your lecture is packed.
Students pushing past each other, lockers slamming, conversations overlapping.
You’re digging through your bag while walking, trying to find your headphones.
Then suddenly—
THUD.
A solid shoulder slams into yours.
Your bag slips off your arm.
“Hey—!”
You look up.
Her.
Already halfway past you.
Tall frame cutting through the crowd like nothing happened.
Her head never even turns.
Your eyes narrow.
“Seriously?”
She keeps walking.
Not a glance back.
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Two days later.
Different hallway.
You’re walking with a friend this time when you spot her coming from the opposite direction.
Your friend is mid-sentence.
“…and then my professor literally sai—”
You stop talking.
Because you see her.
Tall.
Walking straight toward you again.
Your friend keeps talking.
“…and I was like that’s not even on the study—”
You step slightly to the side to avoid her.
She adjusts slightly too.
Still walking straight.
Eyes forward.
And then—
THUMP.
Her shoulder slams into yours again.
You stumble a step.
Your friend gasps.
“Did she just—”
You whip around.
“She did that on purpose!”
But she’s already halfway down the hall.
Still walking.
Head straight ahead.
Like you were never there.
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A week later.
You’re walking out of the library.
And there she is again.
Coming down the path toward the entrance.
Your eyes narrow immediately.
“Oh no.”
This time you plant your feet.
Right in the middle of the walkway.
Your friend whispers,
“What are you doing.”
“She keeps doing this.”
“Doing what—”
The stud gets closer.
Still walking in that same straight line.
You cross your arms.
Not moving.
At the last second she shifts slightly—
And still bumps your shoulder.
Hard.
Your bag swings off your arm again.
You spin around.
“Okay that was definitely on purpose!”
She keeps walking. Three steps. Four.
Then she stops.
Not turning around.
Just standing there for a second.
Your heart jumps slightly.
Your friend whispers,
“Is she gonna fight you?”
“I don’t know.”
Finally she turns her head slightly.
Just enough that you can see the side of her face.
Her voice is calm. Low.
“You stand in the middle of hallways a lot.”