Galway Girl [Closed]

[SolitareLee]

Bree was stuck somewhere between infuriated and flummoxed. The man leaned in, causing her to nearly recoil backwards; it looked like he was leaning towards her face, and she did not appreciate that sort of behavior in the least. But instead, he ducked under her arm, leaving hers around the back of his shoulders, and then wrapping his own arm around her shoulders. As if they were buddies. She was briefly off balance, both mentally, because what the shit, and physically, because he was a solid half a foot taller than her. He took advantage of that to start leading her across the quad.

She caught up somewhere around the time he was asking her if she was in a fucking sorority. She gripped the arm around her shoulders with both hands, pulling it off her and spinning behind his back, twisting his arm with her. It was very unnecessary. She was feeling spiteful.

"Professor, I think your knowledge of flowers isn't the only thing behind the times," she said sharply. "Most young women don't appreciate being shouted at by strange men on campus, or being randomly embraced. Perhaps you should attend another harassment workshop? Whichever one you took when the university hired you appears to have worn off."

As if her behavior was any more appropriate. But she had an excuse. She hated him. She did release his arm, however, with a slight push forwards in the hopes he would now leave her alone, or at the very least not try to touch her again.