'That'd be nice." Sara had almost forgotten that Clara wouldn't be here next year. Too bad, one less pretty girl to turn my attention to. "my graduation present is a trip to Paris with my 'betrothed'." She snided again. She couldn't help it, everywhere she turned people were pushing them together. Merlin, she hated it.
Sara nodded as she's sat back, her fingers drumming on the desk. "I suppose that's true." She shrugged it off, "I'm sure some student here has one."
"I do have my ways." She grinned slightly. With her secret romps with Tracey and a few other girls, she had become quite skilled at it. Her eyes still stayed locked on the other girl's.