Apparently the red head, aka Kira Snider, aka school champion for the thirty minute bitch fit as well as the sixty words in sixty seconds dash; an impressive track record by all accounts but besides the point. Said "queen of dogs" was not happy with the fact that she had a new roommate. She was even more displeased that said new roommate threw an apparently very expensive outfit onto the floor.
Said supposedly intruding roommate reacted exceptionally well to being awakened by an angry raving lunatic. Meaning nothing was thrown across the room...nothing heavy anyways.
"If you don't like it then you know what to do then," Cynn growled as she rolled over trying to ignore Kira's rants and insults currently being thrown so careless towards the half sleeping Ipswich clan member, landing quite lightly on deaf ears.
"What pray tell is that?" Kira sneered in distaste, the expensive outfit in question hanging limply in her clenched fist.
"Keep your shit off my bed."
"My shit! That is a designer dress!"
"Then treat it with more care."
"You're the one that threw it on the floor!"
Cynn sighed and decided leaving the room was the best course of action as her roommate obviously wasn't about to let her go back to sleep any time soon. Damn, sleep was so enjoyable too. As she gathered up her shower materials in a most leisurely manner Kira ranted about how hard she had worked to get rid of the last girl who shared a room with her so she could have some privacy. Something about not being allowed to have a singles room was unfair, and the Provost would be hearing from parental figures and the likes.
"Then you're practiced and getting rid of me won't be that hard," Cynn chirped as she opened the door out into the hall before turning back to give warning, "Don't touch my shit though. That will not make me a happy camper and therefore you too will not be content with the situation. Your clothes would be more expensive to replace then mine, please keep that in mind sweets."
The door shut on Kira's protests.
It was still far too early for the showers to be terribly busy, ten in the morning on Sunday to be specific, so Cynn had relative privacy.
Of course relative was used loosely.
"What's that?" A younger girl asked boldly as Cynn rinsed the soap off of her body facing the wall under the shower head.
"Birthmark," The dark haired woman replied with all the appearances of complete truthfulness.
The girl stared at her with suspicion.
Cynn sighed, the girl was referring to her rib piece consisting of dragonfly type things bursting out of a comic styles metallic woman. It was a tribute to a band and meant more to her then words could justify.
"You caught me it's a tattoo."
"Did it hurt?"
What the hell kind of question was that anyway? Someone it drawing on you, no wait scratch that, someone was digging into your nerve filled flesh with rapidly pulsing needles. In more simple terms, yes of course it fucking hurt. It annoyed Cynn to no end when people asked such ridiculous things.
"Nope."
"Is it even real?"
What the hell kind of question was that?
"No I draw it on every morning."
"No you don't."
"Wow you caught me again, you are just to quick for me."
"I always wanted one."
"I'm sure," Cynn replied as she turned to rinse out her hair.
"What does it say?"
"Something that would require a lot of explanation."
The look of dismay on the poor girl's face signalled Cynn's time to leave the stream of hot water.
It was going to be a long day.
She caught sight of all the curious looks she was getting as she made her way back down the corridor to her room.
It was going to be a long week.
Time to get away from it all. Again. It took approximately five minutes for her to get dressed under the hot glare of Kira, this time she wore her favorite skinny jeans that hung loose and baggy, hanging on her hips giving a hinting display of lacy pink panties, and a long sleeve pale green shirt with intricate graffiti designs across the front. She lifted her helmet and riding jacket into her arms and left the school one more time. One more taste of complete freedom before classes set in the next morning.
Reid was strolling outside with the rest of the gang when they heard the hum of a bike pulling back into the student parking lot around seven that Sunday evening.
"That's her?" Pogue questioned in mild interest.
"Ya, she sure has changed," Tyler sighed as he watched his cousin dismount the sleek machine. How was he supposed to keep an eye on her when she obviously wasn't going to make it easy. It wasn't as if he could follow her whenever she left the grounds on that bike. He just wanted to look out for her, not because her mother had asked it but because she was family.
"I'd say," Caleb agreed with a slightly raise brow.
Cynn returned shortly and saw the crew sitting on the steps of the dorms and knew she had no choice but to pass them, so really she might as well join them no matter if she wanted company or not. Plus it put off returning to her room and the skank that lay within. One was family, another was hot and the rest knew the secrets of her life. These were the only people in her life that would ever know the truth of the families. It wasn't as if she could tell anyone, it wasn't her secret, plus she had no proof.
"Hey Cynn," Tyler greeted her with a smile which she returned happily. Her cousin was so innocent looking, so sweet like. It wasn't his fault her mother was set on being a controlling tyrant bent on forcing the perfect daughter out of what she'd been given.
"Hello boys, and apparently ladies as well," she nodded at the two girls that sat with her 'family'.
"Cynn, you remember Caleb and Pogue right? Well this is Sarah and Kate."
"Girlfriends huh," Cynn mused as she smiled at the two girls.
"Ya. So you're Tyler's cousin? You don't really look alike," Kate replied with a gentle grin.
"Really? Huh, what are the chances? Hey what do you guys know about some red haired psycho named Kira?"
"Kira? Whore and a half. Why?" Kate asked with casual interest.
"Grand and a half apparently. She's my roommate. I'm in for a smidge bit of difficulty aren't I?"
Sarah shook her head in sympathy, "You poor girl. Watch your back around her."
"Fun fun." Cynn sighed as she glanced at the doors of her new prison in dismay.
"Chances are Aaron will be hanging around your room a lot," Kate added.
"Aaron?" Cynn returned her attention to those in front of her mildly confused.
"That guy from yesterday," Reid supplied willingly.
"Wait, some one actually sleeps with that guy?" Cynn asked in amazement, "Please tell me it's just sex though, they aren't trying to breed or anything of that nature."
"We hope not," Tyler mumbled in agreement.
"Well that certainly makes things more interesting and twice as disturbing. Well I'm off to spoil someone's fun," Cynn grinned with mischief before heading into the building on a mission to wreak havoc.
Cynn sat towards the side of her third class the next day absently drumming her fingers on her books following the notes that flowed though her mind's eye.
All day she'd been introduced to packs of students like some new attraction at the local fair. They all leered and gawked like slack jawed hill folk. Damn mouth breathers, the biggest difference the ever saw in a person in this school was hair color.
Reid certainly hadn't helped matters. In their first class together while seated next to a certain cousin he let loose a wolf whistle. Something Cynn had felt the need to respond with a sweet smile and a middle finger.
Way to keep a low profile dumb ass.
Their next class together he merely leaned back and leered at her along with the rest of manhood seekers.
Moron.
She smiled at the thought. He was cute and you just couldn't have everything.
A ball of paper suddenly interrupted the pattern she tattooed across her books. She almost snarled at it, she had been putting down something new and interesting, not that the rest of the world would see it as such but meh, screw 'em. She tossed the paper in the air slightly contemplating opening and reading, or throwing it further down into the grand stands just to see the trouble it would cause.
The latter did sound like a great deal more fun...
She twisted in her seat to see Reid eying her up in interest. Cheerfully Cynn pointed at Kira who sat just in front of her and then the wad of paper.
Horror struck the blond's face.
Wow this note must be really juicy.
Cynn nodded and reached forward to tap the red head on the shoulder.
Listening for it the sound of paper ripping was like a perfect caress, this one no doubt blank by the speed and furiousness it was hurled at her, missing quite nicely due to the apparent lack of aim.
Cynn sighed lightly and opened the paper to scan the contents in a thoroughly unimpressed manner, before a wicked grin curled her lips upwards. She chuckled lightly and leaned forward in her seat.
"Hey, Red," she hissed hoping Kira had momentarily forgotten that the two of them did not get along. Another page was ripped free as Kira turned in her seat all but seething hatred.
"What?" Said red head snapped in displeasure.
"For you my dear," Cynn replied allowing her fingers to uncurl to reveal the wad of paper, ignoring the third that landed next to her arm.
'For god sakes Reid get some damn aim, I realize anger clouds the senses but come on.'
"What is that?" Kira eyed it with suspicion.
"Read it and find out princess."
Kira sneered and reached for the paper but her eyes darkened when Cynn re furled her grasp around it only to coo, "Please?"
Kira looked hard at the offending roommate to the wadded paper and back, momentarily hesitating before muttering a barely audible, "Please."
"See precious that wasn't so hard," Cynn smiled sweetly holding the paper back out to her less then friendly co inhabitant to have it unceremoniously snatched from her grasp. The red head turned away and Cynn listened to yet another piece of paper being ripped free as if it was the sweetest sound in the world.
Kira turned around so suddenly Cynn momentarily worried about whiplash but a quick and rude demand overrode any concern.
"Is this from Reid?"
Cynn cocked her head to the side for a moment then reached for the note, which Kira handed over remarkably fast. Her dark eyes scanned over the line and a half of chicken scratch for a few moments longer then necessary before turning the page back so her roommate could see her indication.
"See this 'R' right here-"
"It is from Reid then?" The red head interrupted roughly.
"I must say Kira you're powers of deduction are breathtaking," Cynn exhaled slowly, "See look there it goes."
"You're just jealous," Kira sneered and turned away.
"Indeed," Cynn replied with mild interest before glancing back at a completely outraged Reid, giving him a smile and a thumbs up.
It took him a whole three seconds to find her after class. A whole four for Kira to find him giving Cynn a well placed escape route. Of course a particular twelve minutes later he found the drummer yet again.
"Huh, I would have though she'd take longer to get rid of," Cynn mused aloud after Reid stepped in line beside her almost too casually.
"What the hell was that?" He asked, his calm voice so obviously strained.
"What the hell was; 'Meet me after class, we're going for a ride'?" Cynn countered unconcerned with his displeasure.
"You said you wanted some fun."
"I also said that you would be at my beck and call not the other way around. You want to play the game baby boy you did, and you lost. There are rules Reid, you broke them. That's your fault, not mine." She replied with a cold smile then turned into her next class, of which he did not share therefore could not give chase into.