Ashleigh looked up, feeling someone's gaze on her, she tilted her head. [i]I suppose it was only a matter of time, before someone noticed me[/i] She thought to herself, setting the book aside, she absently gave a way, closing the cover with a mere thought. It thumped shut with a soft sound. Her dark eyes studied the boy who had been about to approach her, and she decided to take sympathy on him. She rose smoothly, and ensuring that the bracelet was still on her wrist, clasped well, and that her gloves didn't let any strip of skin show, she walked over to him. 

"Did you want something?" She asked, polite enough, but she di[@Hitman5455]dn't offer her hand in greeting, instead keeping it by her side. It was rare that Ashleigh would put herself out, yet she remembered what it was to be there, on the first day. She had come half-way through a semester, recovered from her beating, and intimidating by everyone, an deverything, spending days cowering under the weight of emotions, until the bracelet. 

As she thought about it, her hand strayed to it, as if to reassure herself that it was there. She looked up at the greeting, and frowned slightly, looking about her. There was a strange collection of emotions. She looked towards Liam, shook her head, and back to the boy she was talking to, pushing the emotions to be back of her mind. It was easy to do, with the bracelet.