Chapter 4: The Shack

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        "Put your hair down." Lynn demanded.

        They were standing in front of the room mirror, it's surface reflecting Cass' face.

        Cass rolled her eyes and refused to budge. "What the frick frackin' hell, Lynn?"

        Ian snorted and coughed into his fist, his movement shaking Lynn's bed.

        Lynn turned and glared at Ian, surprisingly. "Boy, out. Now."

        Ian jumped up and ran out before Lynn could kick him. "Okay, okay, I'm gone. Jeez, woman."

        Cass gulped as Lynn turned to face her, eyes stormy and blazing. She stepped towards Cass intimidatingly, her footsteps vibrating the floor. If you think about, it was really scary for Cass. After all, the floor was carpeted concrete which muffled sound. Apparently not for Lynn.

        She leaned in close to Cass threateningly. "Listen up," Lynn hissed, "I don't know what you're doing. Me and Ian are trying our best to get you to have a nice freshman year, and you aren't helping the situation."

        She was damn mad, Cass could see it. Lynn's eyes were literally glowing and shooting sparks in her direction.

        Cass stepped back a bit, the back of her legs hitting the edge of her bed. She could feel the scratchy material of the covers on her skin.

        Lynn shifted her gaze on Cass, eye to eye. Right, left, right, left.

        Cass hardened her gaze and set her jaw stubbornly, which was really brave considering it was Lynn. "So?"

        "What do you mean 'so'?"

        "What if I want my freshman year to be like this? What if I want to lock myself up in my room and blog about fairy tales?"

        Cass took a step forward into Lynn's space. She was on a roll now.

        "Why does it matter to you whether or not my freshman year is fun or not?"

        One step. Two steps. Trudge, trudge, trudge.

        "Why are you butting into my business? Why do you care?"

        That's right. Who was Lynn to tell her what to do?

        Cass narrowed her eyes, and she felt tears coming, although she didn't know why. Why was she suddenly so angry? She felt like-

        Lynn shoved her back and Cass fell on the bed. She thought that Lynn was going to hit her and she raised her hands in front of her face protectively.

        But nothing happened.

        Lynn stepped back a bit, giving Cass her personal space again. "Because," she sighed exasperatedly, "you're my friend! Stupid."

        Cass felt like a bitch. Is that what Rin felt like after their talk?

        Both girls paused and looked at each other in the eyes. Cass' chest rose and fell rapidly, breathing in as much air as she could take.

        She mumbled, "Sorry. I was frustrated."

        Lynn snorted. "Yah, no really. I could tell."

        Cass chuckled nervously. "Ha, ha...ha?"

        Lynn smiled. "There we're all good now. Sorry I pushed you. Actually, I'm not sorry, you were kinda bitching."

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