Room 125, Stevens Court, Washington University [Tuesday, Afternoon]
Another day, another set of people who'd put two and two together. Realised what he was. Four weeks. That's how long his little bubble of anonymity had lasted. He blamed the internet. Too much information, too readily available.
First the roommate, who'd barely spoken to him since, and now the rumour was working its way through the people he was starting to consider friends in class. It was kindergarten all over again, except he was that freak kid with the pencils up his nose and the apparently virulent cooties. Right now, he was pretty glad homecoming was on the horizon. Being around people who just accepted him as is would be a nice change.
Shawn turned the business card over in his hands again, as he'd probably done several hundred times since Jordan had left it with him. There was a phone call he was going to make sometime. He refused to spend the next four years like this.
[[ooc: Open, if anyone might want to call or email.]]
First the roommate, who'd barely spoken to him since, and now the rumour was working its way through the people he was starting to consider friends in class. It was kindergarten all over again, except he was that freak kid with the pencils up his nose and the apparently virulent cooties. Right now, he was pretty glad homecoming was on the horizon. Being around people who just accepted him as is would be a nice change.
Shawn turned the business card over in his hands again, as he'd probably done several hundred times since Jordan had left it with him. There was a phone call he was going to make sometime. He refused to spend the next four years like this.
[[ooc: Open, if anyone might want to call or email.]]