AHHHH! SO MUCH SEXUAL TENSION!
Or is there??
Chapter 4: Leaping in the dark –Literally
After trudging up the stairs, I found myself in the giant bathroom. Fogged up mirrors hung on the walls, sinks under each one. Off to the far right were sixteen shower-cabinet things. The foggy glass stood side by side, so you were lucky if your towel didn't get wet. The girl's toilet's were across the hall, where they stood stall by stall. So we had one of those community type of washrooms.
I stared back at myself in the mirror, clean and fresh. My dirty blond hair hung down my back in soft waves. A towel was wrapped around my slowly drying body, and I was picking at zits that had began to form across my forehead. I scowled at my reflection and was suddenly disappointed in it.
My eyes were too bright green, and I resembled a cat on drugs. I grimaced, and out of the blue, felt scared. The day after was the day. Dylan and I would go job hunting, and I had no idea what I'd have to do.
I heard the door swing open and I tightened my towel around me. “Are you decent?”
I turned and found Dylan with his eyes covered by his two hands. I laughed and thought of a plan. I squealed and make shuffling noises and I saw Dylan's face morphed into a horrified one.
“What are you doing here?” I laughed hysterically. His mouth curved into a frown and I continued to chuckle. “One second, I've got to change.”
I hid behind a short wall and put on a fresh pair of pyjama pants and an old t-shirt that read 'I'm silently planning your death in my head.'
“Alright, I'm done,” I confirmed. No one was in the girl's washroom at the time, so Dylan didn't cause any frights, yet. Dylan stood with one hand over his eyes and one arm extended out in front of him so he wouldn't bump into anything. “You can stop covering your eyes..”
“No, I'm training!” he exclaimed happily. He shot me a cheeky grin and continued to collide with nearby sinks and hangers. I sighed and sat down onto a changing bench.
“So why exactly did you have to burst into the girl's washroom?” I questioned, watching him as he tried to follow my voice. I shook my head and wondered why I hadn't shooed him out yet.
“I had to tell you about this great place that is hiring,” he rushed out. It took me a few moments to understand what he was trying to say, but once I did, I groaned.
“How about no?” I pleaded.
“Rats,” he reminded me. I shivered and made a slight grunt, indicating that I was listening. “Well anyways, I figured we could go after school tomorrow.”
“What if I'm busy?” I tested. I obviously wasn't busy, since I could really care less about education or trying in school. I was an orphan and really had no chance of a life.
“Would you like rain-soaked rats or half-eaten rats with that, darling?” he asked me, completely serious. Once again, I sighed and let him go on. Instead, he stood silently, except for some tiny shuffling noises he made occasionally.
“Oh yeah,” I remembered. “Why are your eyes fully covered? I told you I changed.”
“Training,” he repeated.
“For what?” I asked, curiosity washing over me. “Are you mysteriously going blind in the next two weeks?”
“You read too much,” he retorted.
I tied my hair up in a bun the next morning, my hair looking like gnarled up leaves had inhabited the top of my head. My door swung open and I adjusted my bangs before turning around.