(apologies. I'm in Newcastle and signal at my Hotel is less than desired)
I still don't know what to say to you Cal, other than you're treating me like a child. I'm not that much younger than you.
I got out the bath and started to drain it sighing
"Cheers!" She called out. She internally was thinking shit however as she'd planned to get her bedding back on by the time he was back. She could always just lie...
"Ugh. I can't be asked to tell them. They'll figure it out. Something under the sink...?"
Charlotte went into the bathroom and opened the cupboard underneath the sink to reveal...
She sleeps till around lunchtime when she's woken up by a familiar soggy feeling. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck." She throws the covers off and sees quite clearly what's happened. Quickly her bed was stripped and the covers in the Washing machine to hide the evidence. Walking back into her room. She noticed the note and stopped to read it.
"I'm not giving in. I'll try anything before I try that. Besides. I won't be able to put them on myself at the least of my troubles. I think you're right. I'm gonna take the day off"
"Funny joke. I'm sorry I'm forgetting to laugh"
Her face had gone very serious and stern.
"I would much rather fail every class than wear something as rediculous as that. No fucking way"