Conflict of Interest

2. Shower Thoughts

You're sitting with your legs crossed in front of you in a pretzel on your bed. Nina sits on your desk chair, brushing her beautiful brown locks.

"If you get hair in my brush, I will shank you."

"Damn, Y/n, you can't threaten people like that when you're an agent."

"That's a valid point," you roll your eyes.

"I cannot believe our teacher is such a hottie. I swear he's making me not a lesbian," they say, setting down your brush on the desk. She gets up and plops on her bed, across from yours.

"You weren't a full lesbian anyway."

"I was getting there," she says with a slight shrug. Their red tanktop makes her brown skin pop even more. You've always thought Nina was gorgeous, and it shocked your brother that you didn't want to date her (which he said to send her his way).

"Do not blame ya there. Men ain't shit."

"As queen Doja says," Nina grins.

"But women aren't shit either. My ex girlfriend was..."

"A little bitch. She was a little bitch," they say bluntly.

Nina and you have been roommates and training partners for two months now. You became friends pretty fast, it would've been awkward if you didn't. The two of you shared your weird ex stories, which hers were so much more interesting. She once dated a guy who hung pictures of models' feet on his wall.

They'd made it their job to protect you from ever dating a "little bitch" again, and you promised her you would make sure anyone she dated next was good enough... and not fucking weird.

You shrug slightly with a nod. "Yeah that's pretty accurate."

"I swear I want that tall nerdy ass man to..."

"Okay! Nina, I'm going to go take a shower. You can keep your weird teacher fantasies to yourself."

"Oh I will," they wink.

You shake your head and rise from your seat, going to the showers. The campus trainees reside in is similar to that of a college or boarding school. Conveniently though, there is a half bath in every room, meaning you can take a piss without walking a hundred feet down the hall.

You grab your things and walk the distance to the restroom. There's fifteen showers on this floor and twenty women, so not much waiting really has to happen.

You step into the stall, shower shoes on, and take your clothes off, setting them on the wrack outside the curtain. You let the water hit your body, the temperature cold at first until it adjusts to a nice luke warm. You lather your shampoo into your hair, rinse, repeat, then condition. The smell of citrus and vanilla fill the room.

Most people take their showers after training or before dinner, but it's a type of relaxing for you to do it before bed time.

As your hands roam your body, soap and body wash cleansing your skin, an image pops into your mind. An image you need to push away.

There he is, standing in front of you, just inches apart, as his hands lather the soap onto your skin. He slides them down your shoulders, then to your waist, moving up and up until he reaches your-

Nope. You cannot be thinking about your professor while in the shower.

You rinse off quickly and turn the water off before grabbing a towel and drying your skin and hair. You slip on a pair of black shorts and an oversized white t shirt then head back into yours and Nina's room.

"Well your face is all fire truck red. What's up with that?"

"The water was a bit too hot," you tell her and put your things away before sitting back down on your bed. Your wet hair drips a little on your bed.

"Ah gotcha," they say, but it doesn't sound like she's convinced.

You nod, pressing your lips together before grabbing a book from your desk. Reading has always been a way for you to disconnect your mind from reality and slip into a new one. Whether that be a fantasy where you're fighting for your life against faeries who try to control your mind or a true crime where you use your training to solve the case before you're even two thirds of the way done with the novel.

Reading helped you get away from your family life as a teenager. It's not that your family life is bad, but it could get hectic. You have 3 older brothers and two younger half sisters. You used to see them a lot, until your mom and her husband left the state of California and decided to create a new life for themselves in Austin, Texas. A very random place to choose you might add.

That's one of the reasons your dad was so opposed to you moving across the country to Virginia. He didn't like that his only daughter, and youngest child, would be so far and he was left with your then 26 year old brother who moved back into his house.

You left for college at 18, not going too far. UCLA was a good 5 and a half hour drive from your suburban home in San Francisco. You graduated at 22 with a double major in communications and journalism and a minor in the basics of law. Then, after being an editor for a news article, you realized you were interested in the lunatic criminals you read about. That's when you decided to join the FBI academy. Criminal Psychology became an obsession, not just a hobby to read about like it had been.

Once you were accepted into the academy, you practically got packed for Quantico right then and there, ready to say goodbye to your dad and brothers. You haven't talked to your mother much since they moved to Texas when you were 14 with their nine month old twins.

You were close with your brothers growing up, well except for Justin. He's only three years older than you, but he never wanted to hang out with his "baby sister." Caleb never minded you, he picked on you, but that's what brothers are for right? Quinton, however, was the most protective. He was like a second dad, being ten years older than you.

Now, you're a 25 year old training for your dream job. Probably the most successful sibling. Well, Quinton and Justin are doing pretty well, but Caleb became depressed after his divorce few years back.

"Are you tired?"

You turn to Nina, looking up from your book you were hardly paying attention to. "Eh not really."

"We should go get ice cream."

"The cafeteria is closed and it's already 11, Nin. I don't particularly feel like having to run 3 miles for going out past curfew."

She sighs. "You're such a goody lame ass."

"Rude," you give them a pout. "I'm not that good."

"Aren't you? What have you done 'bad' in your life."

"I made out with a senior in the boys' locker room."

"Were you also a senior?"

"Maybe."

"Then it's not that bad," she chuckles.

"Whatever."

You turn your light off after tossing the book back on your desk.

"Goodnight innocent child."

"I hate you," you flip her off, even though she can't see it.

1221 words. more of an intro to "your" personality.