Willet One Shots

Pictures

Freshmen year of college and Violet was doing alright. It helped that her good friend, Wilbur, went to the same school. They went to high school together, and they were friends with two other kids starting in high school. But they went their separate ways for college.

Wilbur was shaping up to be a fine young man. He pissed Violet off all the time in high school, but he matured a lot since then. Now he uses his brain rather than take it for granted and he's a real gentleman. When she was with Tony, at the very beginning of college, Wilbur advised her to end things after seeing his demeanor apart from her. Violet didn't listen because she thought she was head over heels. However, after finding another girl in Tony's bed she decided to listen to Wilbur.

She does not have a crush on him, she was simply describing his growth into a nice guy. A smart, caring, handsome guy...who she did not have a crush on.

Every day was the same. She woke up, went to class, ate with Wilbur, went to more classes, studied with Wilbur, took a shower and went to bed.

Today, Violet was in the process of showering. In the freshmen dorm, a bunch of girls shared a couple of showers in one bathroom. She was bothered by it for a while at the beginning, but she has gotten used to it at this point.

Violet thought about the project due Monday. It was about the French Revolution. She wasn't sure if they would get it done in time. It was only Tuesday. Violet assumes that her preparedness gets on Wilbur's nerves, but it's either punctuality or procrastination with them. And Wilbur knows she'll get her way.

Violet smiled and scrubbed her back with the loofa. She heard the bathroom door open. Following the slam was chuckling. Male chuckling. Violet began to panic. What are guys doing in the girls' bathroom at night!? She turned the water off and prepared to take her towel from outside the curtain. As she poked her hand out the curtain flew open! And an explosion of camera flashes and maniacal laughter filled the bathroom. Violet went into autopilot; she grabbed her towel, covered herself, and kicked the guy closest to her, in the crotch. They scurried out since they got what they came for.

The adrenaline left her body and all that remained was shock. Then realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Violet collapsed and began sobbing. She half heartedly closed the curtain. It could not get worse, but she would prefer no one saw her. She cried and screamed and held her hair. Her breathing was short and her face was tear-ridden. "Oh my God," Violet whispered. Then she let out an anguishing cry.

Violet attempted to calm her breathing, so she could stop crying and go to her room before someone came in. She finally stood up and exited the bathroom. Violet went into her room and put her pajamas on. She sat on her bed, with her knees to her chest, pondering what they were going to do with those picture. Her eyes were dry, but she could not sleep. All she could see when her eyes closed were camera flashes. No sleep would come.

~The next day~

Throughout the night, Violet barely slept a wink. And she absolutely dreaded walking to class. She wanted to skip, but she hardly thought it was a good enough excuse. Plus she hated missing classes.

Violet braced herself as she walked. She was expecting whispers around her or to be laughed at. Instead everyone ignored her, like normal. They discussed homework or cafeteria food. The only murmurs she heard were about some student who was suspended for attacking a couple of guys.

She arrived at class and saw the same results. She went to lunch but couldn't find Wilbur. That was strange. He was always at lunch. After she grabbed some food she sat at their usual table. Violet pulled out her phone.

Violet: Where are you??
12:05

Wilbur: that is an wxcellent question
12:06
Violet rolled her eyes but smiled. He used the phrase so many times, she couldn't comprehend how he mistyped "excellent."