Since my transient roomate, Rebeca, wasnt due to be back for another four hours thanks to a physics test she had to cram for I didnt worry about anyone eavesdroping while I exchanged thoughts with Chanel. The roommate and I were still very much on no speaking terms which was fine by me.
In fact, I didnt know anything about her until some brown haired girl with gucci glasses that I would've never guessed knew Rebecca, because Rebecca didnt strike me as a girl who had girlfriends, had stoped by earlier with a message of a change in plans and that they were to meet in the library.
I'd just stood there in shock not really sure what to say when she then told me that I was to 'pass on' the information to my roomate if she showed up and then she left so I couldn't really tell her that she was mistaken my roomy and I werent like that we didn't exchange mesages.
Instead I had smiled and said sure, and when Rebecca never made it to our dorm afterwards I had taken her abscence as confirmation that she had made it to her study session with people that didnt hate Rebecca.
I thought if her and Rebecca were such good friends then she would've known about our silent arangement that we had going on.
I didnt think rebecca would've appreciated that i'd met someone that was in her personal life. Much less that said friend had told me Rebeccas name when we werent supposed to know anything about one another.
It wasnt my fault the girl had such a loud mouth. Oh Well. I was never going to call my roomate by her first name. We hapened to share a room that was all.
There were just some people that came into my life, that for whatever good reason, I didnt feel an instant click of recognition to. No innate eagerness to get to know that person and instead felt the need to keep my distance. For me that person was rebecca.
-the steam from the hot water fogged up the vintage diamond mirror until I only saw a blurry reflection of myself.
To deflect the image of my hazy form and because I knew i'd looked like shit but chose to ignore the bags and rosacea that I had to cover up with special face cream, I turned around with my back to the mirror and got undressed as quickly as I could. I tried not to think about how I looked because it wasn't worth the headache.
To prevent the tub from overfilling I turn the faucet handle all the way to the right and watch as a heavy coating of steam rose from the vat of water.
Eagerly and with both hands I carefully grasped the sides of the porcelein tub and submerged my cold naked body in.
I dont hold in the sigh of relaxation.
Thanks to the mind numbing temperature it didnt matter how many layers I'd put on virtually everywhere I went I was freezing. After a long day it was nice to defrost. Chanel was right I was overdue for a little pleasure and relief.
Because Chanel wouldnt shut up I had put in vanilla lavendar bath salts that way she would stop pouting. For obvious reasons she wasnt able to absorb the effect the perfume released. My heart bled for her.
Chanels unique situation was a tricky sticky one. She hadnt been dead for long but already she was getting a hang of being in control of her new body.
"I miss being blonde." Chanel was floating above the tub picking at her brown hair whistfully....
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