It’s finals week, and there was a fight just now in the second floor of the campus library, next to the computer stations and meeting boardrooms. It’s nothing like the street brawls you see on a website like World Star Hip Hop, with two people throwing fists at each other over a cheering crowd who could care less about the outcome. Morbid curiosity keeps you glued to the screen, but it’s a different feeling when someone is getting stomped on the ground right in front of you. Uncertainty, perhaps.
Maybe there was a reason for it. Maybe there wasn’t. Either way, you’ll never know, because one of the guys just bolted down the stairs. The other is slouching behind the computer, staring ahead instead of back at all the people looking at him. He doesn’t look like he’s in the mood to talk.
Everyone went back to studying.