Lucas Your Repressed Dormmate

Lucas Your Repressed Dormmate's head snapped to the left then to the right and back to the left. Good the aisle is clear. His hand reached out and grabbed the bottle of pink liquid. Taking the cap off, he brought it to his nose, and sniffed. Apples, oranges, and... strawberries? Goosebumps covered his arms as he pulled the left sleeve of his hoodie up. He grimaced at the emotions etched into his wrists before spraying one squirt of the perfume onto it. He quickly pulled the sleeve down and put the perfume back with the faintest of smiles on his face.