I sat up with a jerk, believing I was late for the party clean up before I realized it was Savannah's alarm going off, not mine. She stretched and let out a yawn before turning it off and looking at me oddly.

"Good morning, sunshine," she said, "Why do you look horrified?"

Brushing my hair out of my face I answered, "Oh...I just..." Savannah was there in her bed where she was supposed to be. I hadn't spooked her so much that she went back to her parents' house or slept on the couch. "I freaked out and thought I was late."

"I hate that," she said with a smile. "You're not late. I set my alarm early so I could get a shower before everyone else."

I grabbed my phone and checked the time, "I suppose I could sleep for twenty more minutes then. I'm just showering after practice. No need to waste water."

"You know what else would save water?"

My eyes narrowed at her. Was she about to say something ridiculous about showering together? That would be my response. Curiously, I asked, "No. What?"

"Running the dishwasher less."

"Oh. Yes. That." I scratched my head and wondered if she was really going to pretend nothing happened. That was a pretty Savannah thing to do, but seriously? After being a bitch for a week and then two awkward make-out sessions, she was going to go back to acting completely normal.

We cleaned up the gym and practice came and went. Savannah wasn't quite her old overly enthusiastic self, but she was closer than she had been. My hand bothered me through most of the routines, but I didn't let it show. After I showered, I found Alice waiting for me in the locker room.

"Library today?" I asked, "I have to finish my final paper for Professor Creep-ian Parrish."

"You bet, but mostly I want all of the dirty about whatever went down last night."

I smirked, "With Professor Creepo?"

"Of course that, but mostly what happened with our beloved Hellcats captain. After you two disappeared into your room for a while, she came back out and was acting super weird. Weirder than usual. She's always been weird because she's a homeschooled nut and all, but weirder, and today...she was almost the old super annoying Savannah I wanted to punch in the mouth."

I grabbed my bag from my locker and slung it over my shoulder, "I'll tell you, but you have to keep your mouth shut."

She got up from the bench and grabbed her own bag, "My lips are sealed until the moment when exposing you will benefit me most."

"I'm starting to not believe you about that."

Laughing, she said, "Don't trust me, Marti Perkins. This is your last warning."

"Whatever, Alice."

"God, you're fucking chipper. Well...not really chipper, but you're not being an emo bitch like usual," she said and held the door for me. "I guess you're being a normal person, which makes me all the more curious about last night."

"I'll tell you if you look over my paper when I'm done."

"Fine. I don't understand a bit of that legal jargon, but I can look for typos."

We walked down the sidewalk together and I shivered thinking of Julian following me in his car. I hoped he wouldn't be a complete dickbag and fail me. I didn't think he would, but what did I know? I didn't want to think about him anymore, at least for a moment. I commented to Alice, "So are Lewis and Nasty Cathy officially a thing or what?"

"God. I don't know. I hope he knocked her up though. Then Memphis Christian will be down their two major girls and it'll both be due to babies, which is so ironic for a Christian school and all."

"You're such a bitch," I responded with a laugh.

I dropped off my gym bag and exchanged it for my computer bag. Savannah sat with a book on her lap in the middle of her bed, much as she had the weekend before, but she actually acknowledged me this time.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"To the library to write this paper for Julian."

"Oh..." She chewed on her lip again and then said, "Can I talk to you about something?"

"Sure," I answered a little apprehensively, thinking it would be about the encounters. I thought for sure she was about to go ballistic on me.

"Ok, so...I have this paper to write," she began and I felt a little relieved, yet not at the same time. "I'm crap at writing papers. I'm finishing the reading now and making an outline, but can you help me when you're done with yours?"

"Sure," I responded, "Work on what you can and I'll be back as soon as I'm done."

"You seem disappointed. You don't have to."

I was unaware that I seemed anything in particular, "No, Sav. I don't mind. I just thought you were going to say something else."

"Like what?" She looked completely and genuinely puzzled.

I shrugged, "I don't know."

"Oh, well ok. I'll see you when you get back then."

All I wanted to do was stay with her and write my paper. I didn't want to go with Alice all the way to the library and leave Savannah sitting alone in our room. I said with a smile, "I'll be back in a few hours. It'll give you time to get a good start on it."

She sighed, "I hate writing papers."

"Hey, be positive," I said before exiting.

On the way to the library, I gave Alice a nice synopsis of the series of events. She had oddly little to say about it. We got our coffee, picked a table, and got to work. Every fifteen minutes or so though, Alice would perk up and ask something like, "So did that really happen?" or "Are you serious that Savannah hasn't mentioned it at all?"

I'd answer her and we'd go back to our respective tasks. I churned out paragraphs on ethics and criminal defense, and Alice worked on flashcards for something or another.

Suddenly, Alice slammed down her empty coffee cup, "That seriously blows my mind."

"What does?" I questioned, looking up from my computer.

"All of what happened. I can't imagine Savannah being vaguely aggressive. Passive-aggressive, yes. Aggressive-aggressive, no. And you haven't mentioned it?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"She'll flip out."

Alice seemed to agree with my thought, but said, "That's so weird. She loves to talk about feelings."

"Maybe she can pretend it didn't happen if she doesn't talk about it?" I mused.

"But it happened twice. It's fascinating."

"Work on your flashcards, so I can finish this paper."

She rapped her fingers on the table, "Speaking of your paper, I'm also fascinated by Mr. Julian Parrish. It'd make a great exposé if you turned him in for sexual harassment. Kelsey would have a field day."

"No."

"What if he fails you?"

"He won't."

"But what if he does, Marti?"

I didn't want to think about that.