Beka exited her room grinning; the girls still inside laughing and making comments about her "steamy" date with the "even steamier" Rhade.
As she got further down the hall however, her smile faded and anxiety began to kick in.
'What if my dress isn't right? What if my hair is all wrong? What if he eats what I made him cook and he dies? What if my mascara really isn't waterproof, and I cry, and it runs, and he decides he doesn't like me, and thinks I'm ugly, and he calls me a raccoon!
Beka stopped walking.
'Maybe I should relax a little.'
She
took a deep breath, smoothed out her dress, and continued on her
way.
Pausing outside of the doors to the Observation Deck, Beka
looked at her reflection in the shiny door. She was wearing a long
form fitted dress with sleeves that rested on her shoulders, but
easily fell off to graze to her arms. Its cut was modest, but not
built for a nunnery either. It was rich brown in color. Her hair was
down. And Rommie and Nadine had applied 'natural' looking make-up.
Taking another deep breath, pushing aside her guilt now that she knew that Rhade had done nothing with that girl, she pushed the button to open the door, and slowly walked into the room with a cross look on her face.
After all, just because she forgave him already, didn't mean that he had to know. She was looking forward to his apology. Not everyday a girl got one of those from a neitzschean.
Besides, Rhade was cute when he pouted.
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Nadine sat in her room and tried to stop the tears from flowing. She knew she as being stupid, he hadn't really done anything wrong. But she had spent her life dealing with people who claimed to know what she wanted and how she was feeling. And then to have him just care so much and to not trust her…. It just hurt and everything sort of built up and exploded out at him.
She sighed.
"Oh I have got to stop getting pissed so mad at people!"
She bit her lip. "Okay, I'll go to the party tonight. And if he's there, I'll try to make up. If he's not, then I'll just get over it."
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Dylan looked at the man in front of him, his face filled with terror. "Harper?"
"Yeah, boss?"
"Are you okay?"
"What? Oh yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine. So, what uh did you want to talk to me about?" He said, edging away from the Captain.
"Well I was wondering if you wanted to take a stroll over to the basketball court with me and-"
"I
didn't do it! I swear. And whoever says otherwise is just lying. I
mean, come on,
Dylan, why would I implode all your basketballs?"
Dylan blinked. "You what?"
"Um, nothing."
"Harper! How did you…? Why did you…? You…? Arghhhhhh!"
"Um, I can see that you're busy with your rage right now, so I'm just going to go and leave you to that." Harper said as he slipped past Dylan and out the door.
"Oh no you don't! Get back here!" Dylan ran out into the corridor and chased Harper down the hall.
