So this is my newest idea, one I'm oddly proud of! When I watched the show I was pro Marian x Robin but somehow this fic has wound up in my head and here it is! I think it might be hard to really like Robin in this story but I'm trying not to be too mean.
Please review if you love it or hate it! :)
Julix121 xxx
September 28th – Harold Lecture Theatre
She was sitting in her last lecture of the day and could feel a hot stare on the back of her neck. Again. It made her skin break into goose bumps and the hair on her arms stand on end. She hated her reactions to him. She turned in her seat to give the perpetrator her scariest glare. The corner of his mouth turning up slightly in response. He didn't look scared but then, he never did. Not when she glared, not when she shouted, not even when she furiously spat words at him through her clenched teeth. It was always the same response, the same expression. Something like amusement.
Eugh! How infuriating! Better work on that glare Marian…
She turned back to face the lecturer with a huff. The words washed over her though. She couldn't tear her mind from that useless, annoying, good for nothing waste of….
She started when the people around her began packing up their notes and pens signalling the end of the hour.
Damn that Gisborne!