Chapter Thirteen

-The apartment-

A few minutes after the storm stopped , everyone started to wake up . Their buzz of chatter annoyed me , so I walked to my room to get ready . It was almost eight , Wednesday . I figured that a soothing shower would help me relax . After undressing in the bathroom , I locked the door and climbed into the shower . Just as I expected , the sprays of cold water relaxed me . Every now and then , I would get a chill from the water . The sprays cleared my head of all that had happened over the past two days .

It was really a lot . David , Jer , Cayle , fights . It was much to handle sometimes . As the cold washed over me , I mindlessly used the body wash . What would happen now ? Just go back to school and act like nothing happened ? No , can't do that . Jer's death had been plastered around campus yesterday with the help of Jules and Gina . Blabbermouths .

Would I just go to school and watch from the corner of my eye as they stared ? They knew I was the main reason behind his death even though he didn't speak about it . But word had always been around that he loved me - and that the fight with Cayle was his last snap .

Maybe I could stay home again . No , not that either . If I stayed home , people would be sure that I was the reason to his death . But I was ...

Tap , tap .

A knock on the door came , pulling me out of my thoughts . I turned the water off and shouted , "Yeah ?"

"Christy ," Cayle's voice sounded from the other side of the door . "We're gonna be late ..."

Late ? It was only eight . "What time is it ?"

"It's eight fifty , darling ."

Holy chiz ! My daydreams wasted so much time !

I rushed out of the shower , almost slipping . I unlocked the door and ran past Cayle's stunned face towards the closet . While rummaging through my drawers for my uniform , I heard Cayle clear his throat . I turned around and he stood at the closet doorway , holding a towel in one hand , uniform in the other and a smirk on his face .

I blushed the deepest shade of red , realizing that I had run out naked . I ran towards him and grabbed the towel and my uniform , trying to push him away .

"Shoo , you naughty boy !"

He laughed , kissed my forehead and left the room . I set the clothes on the bed and dried myself off . After , I pulled on the ( clean ) grey tank-top , followed by the polo . Then the skirt . And then my socks and Mary Janes . I looked into the mirror and ran a brush through my damp hair . I barely use make-up . But with my tired eyes , concealer wouldn't hurt at all . I grabbed my shoulder bag and my phone before walking downstairs .

Time to face the gaping eyes and hushed lies .