"I'd just like to inform you that I do not give a shit about what you want."
He rolls his eyes and turns to me. "I'd just like to inform you that you're a pain in the ass."
"Aw. You're too kind."
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Valentina Laskaris never expected much f...
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TW: PANIC ATTACK, SELF-HARM, MENTIONS OF DRUGS, ABUSE AND SUICIDE, INTRUSIVE AND HARMFUL THOUGHTS AND MENTAL HOSPITALS
♫ Valentina ♫
I TRUDGE BACK to Lexington, puffed out and sweaty. My hair's surely a frizzy mess and I groan, knowing it'll take forever to untangle.
We had to run 100-meters, 200-meters, a sprint around the whole track and then run as fast as we could for a minute, then five minutes, then a shit ton of drills.
It's like he wanted our limbs to fall off. I swear I saw a smile on his face when kids dropped to the floor from exhaustion. Or my own exhaustion made me see things. I don't know.
I make it back to Lexington and immediately make my way to my dorm, opening the door to Luca lying on his bed, and his eyes move to me when I come in.
"You look like you got tortured."
"It's the same fucking shit."
He chuckles and I shake off the goosebumps that prick my arms at the sound, taking out my pyjamas and toiletries bag and closing the door behind me.
I walk down to the bathroom and walk to where the shower cubicles are, entering the last one. The cubicles have a curtain instead of a door, which is kinda dumb, so I always try to shower when there's no one in the bathroom. I close the curtain and place my clothes on the bench to my right and I keep my thongs on because lord knows how many germs are on the floor.
Having a shower is nearly impossible since there's pretty much always a guy in here. I've had showers every day since I came here, and most of them were at 11 at night, the only time they were empty. But even then, guys kept coming in and out.
Despite it being nice to have the bathroom to myself, there are very few things that give me more anxiety than an empty public bathroom. My imagination goes crazy and not in a good way. In a very bad way that makes me want to curl up in a ball and never move.
Before switching on the water, I brush my hair and get all the knots out so I don't have a meltdown and end up giving myself a concussion with the brush. It may or may not have happened before.
When all the knots are out and I look like a goddamn tree from the Lorax, I turn the water on and let the warm water run down my tired body. My muscles relax under the soothing feeling and I let out a breath, turning around so that I can wet my hair, which takes 5 minutes alone.
I wash my body and hair, combing through my hair with the conditioner still in it. After I finish, I dry off in the cubicle and change into my pyjamas.
Don't open the door. Someone is on the other side.
They want to kill you.
Something terrifying is going to be on the other side.
