DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Clique or any songs/bands/brands mentioned. I only own the plot and my characters.
Natalie woke up early the next morning to the sound of rain pattering on the window. After trying unsuccessfully to get back to sleep, she walked into the bathroom, pissed, and washed her hands and face, and scrubbed off her makeup with some toilet paper so she wouldn't ruin any towels. Once back into the guestroom, she dug through Tasha's stuff and found her hair straightener. Natalie plugged it in, because her hair had a bunch of annoying kinks in it from sleeping. Normally she didn't straighten her hair, but today she did just because it was all bent out of shape. Then she found Tasha's makeup and applied some eyeliner on her upper lid, inside her water line, and below her lower lid. Then she swiped on some mascara and brushed on some light silver eyeshadow, and dabbed on some concealer on the few unfortunate zits that had the nerve to pop up overnight. Thankfully her bangs covered most of it, except of one annoying one on her chin. She didn't bother with foundation, she rarely ever did. Using Tasha's brush, she untangled her hair and straightened it.
Even after she had done all that and styled her hair, Tasha still wasn't up. So Natalie helped herself to Tasha's clothes, picking out a pair of light wash pre-ripped skinny jeans, neon pink and green socks, and an Ariel and Eric sweater with a black tank top underneath. For some reason it was freezing in Todd's house, and the rain didn't help with the cold at all.
Todd. Natalie sighed and sat cross-legged on her bed. She saw his arms last night, she saw the anxiety and fear in his eyes when she had noticed. How was she supposed to bring that up to him again? How was she supposed to talk to him about it without outright accusing him of what she feared, that he cut himself? Of course, there is the possibility that he didn't and she was just imagining things, but you never know.
So Natalie sat on the bed, and decided she would just go talk to him now. She walked into his room to find Nathan asleep and Todd nowhere to be found. While walking back to the guestroom, she noticed the bathroom door shut with the light on. Hoping, it was Todd, she knocked softly. "Todd?"
There was a rustling noise, and then the door cracked open. Half of his face was shown, and his normally beautiful brown eye was bloodshot.
"Todd, are you okay?" Natalie tried opening the door all the way, but he wouldn't let her. "Todd, let me in."
"Natalie, go back to sleep. I'm about to take a shower." He said, not opening the door any more than he already had.
"Can't, I tried already." Natalie replied, crossing her arms.
"Well, I'm naked so." Todd raised an eyebrow.
Natalie laughed. "As much as I'd love to see that, I'll let you shower. But have you been crying? Your eyes are bloodshot."
"No, I just got barely any sleep last night. Nathan snores loud." Todd said.
"I woulda kicked him out. I'll wait downstairs for you, okay?"
"Mmk." Todd shut the bathroom door.
While Natalie was waiting downstairs, Nathan came down, and shortly after him Tasha came down. They all talked for a little bit until Todd came down after showering, and then Natalie and Tasha had to leave before Todd's parents came home.
short ass chapter, but I have been thinking about giving this story away for someone else to write because of personal reasons. So if you are interested in taking over this story then just tell me in a review..
-Maya xx