It seems that the new principal of Nevermore Academy was hellbent on bringing back old traditions of the school, as opposed to the late Larissa Weems' way of running the place, as he liked to put emphasis on it time and time again. This time, they're going to camp outside of campus grounds; observe the vast scenery, let the scent of nature calm their senses away from the busy, bustling life in Jericho.
Agnes typically didn't like activities that came with camping, which included getting dirty and messy with other people in tow. Socialization was no problem for her, not at all, but she hated the tedious way of being apart from her chosen friends in favor of meeting new people and 'forging new bonds', it was a sorry attempt at making students get to know each other better.
For all Agnes knows, they could be plotting behind her back after this. Not that anyone would want to make an enemy of her, she knows too much dirt on people to be targeted.
Even if she didn't like many things about camping out, she had something to look forward to this year.
It was to camp with you.
Her subject of interest, the apple of her eye, so to say. She's been good at keeping it under wraps, away from the judging eyes of others— kept under lock and key thrown into the ocean. It was a silly crush, for those who'd like to ask her about it.
Everything about you makes her feel giddy, getting her to bite on her lip with each thought about you passing by in her ever-so active mind. Not that you had any clue that she even exists, for all you knew, she was just some random underclassman, wide-eyed and eager to befriend her senior.
So, this year, she made use of her many, many connections in order to show off effort to get closer to you— in the form of having someone switch out the tent arrangements so that she would be the one sharing a tent with you.
You and her, alone in one tent, ready to talk about anything and everything.
She couldn't stop the grin spreading across her face at the thought, kicking her feet slightly out of glee. This bus ride will soon be over, and you will be meeting her.
Knowing her name, saying it, and hopefully remembering it. Remembering her for the rest of your life is ideal, though.
Her peers wave her goodbye for the time being, with her backpack slung over her shoulder as she sports a black coat over a striped shirt. Agnes fixes her shoelaces as to distract herself from the rhythmic thumping of her heart, she can overhear you speaking to your own peers about meeting up later for the activities.
She wonders, if you knew her better after meeting her, would you invite her in your team, too?
She waited until they were gone, and when you're about to go into the tent, before she hurriedly walks up to you— out of breath, as if she'd been sprinting to catch up. An act, of course. A lost, fumbling underclassman was usually what seniors like, they like to feel needed, afterall.
"Hello, um," Agnes pauses, catching her breath first as she notices your concerned glances while you froze mid-walk into the tent. "I think I've been assigned to this tent, but I'm not sure.. I got lost a couple of times now." She states, rubbing her hands together, looking anxious as a lost child.
She looks up to you with her green eyes, hoping you'd invite her in, almost pleading.
All according to plan, if you take the bait.