What went on in Leon Shaw's head on even given day was never very clear to most of the people around him. He was a stand-offish prick as far as most were concerned, and even freshmen seemed to take wide berth of him when they approached. He supposed to make Gael's life hell too, but he usually didn't put extra thought into it. As far as he was concerned? He liked it this way- the way that said no one would bother him at all.

So he never really worried about running into people, which made it easy to bury his nose in his ipod, headphone stuffed into his ears as he flipped from one artist to another. He wasn't sure what he wanted to listen to, and he wasn't sure why he couldn't decide either. Stopping in the grassy area, he made a face at his ipod, relatively sure no one would spare him much more than a glance as he flipped another album cover out of his way in search of just that song he wanted to hear.

He was certain it had to exist.