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✫彡𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆
Charlotte had just begun cleaning the dorm when she eyed the bottle of whiskey in the cupboard. She shouldn't. She knows she shouldn't. Lina said it was a bad idea. Well, Lina is not here.
She closed the cupboard. It was too early for a drink anyways. Bad Costa Rica habits should stay in Costa Rica. She can bake, yes. Charlotte loved baking and that was a good time to have a cupcake.
She rose to her feet just as Elena walked into the room, "Megan's memorial outside is growing by the minute."
"Ugh, college kids are so dramatic," Caroline got out of the bathroom, sighing, "She was on campus for, like, one day. She couldn't have made that many friends."
Charlotte shook her head, "That was tragic, what's worse is it being ruled as a suicide. As if someone would up their life and get to college, interact with people, and then throw themselves off a building."
Caroline took that in, nodding, "You are right, sorry, I am in a mood."
"You talked to Tyler?"
The Forbes folded a shirt, exhaling in frustration, "He's deferring from enrolling and deferring from returning my phone calls, so I'm deferring from having sex with him ever again."
Charlotte patted her back as Elena asked them, "How's the snooping going? Any explanation why our vervain-laced," She looked back to check for any unwanted eavesdroppers and lowered her voice, "vampire-slaughtered roommate had a picture of my dad on her phone?"
"Nope, nothing of relevance anyways."
"Oh, um, I went by the hospital this morning — Megan's death certificate. It says she died of suicide," Elena handed the two a folder, "No mention of the gaping vampire bites on her neck. So, whoever signed off on the cause of death was part of the cover-up, just like the Founders Council back home."
"Oh, God, I can't do this again," Charlotte shook her head, looking down at the signature of whoever released the certificate, "Dr. Wesley Maxfield."
The Gilbert girl nodded, revealing, "A.K.A., our Applied Microbiology professor. I switched our classes around, so that we could—"
"What? I am majoring in Architecture, that's as far off from micro whatever as possible," She shook her head, "We are not doing this. If we get too close, we risk ourselves."
"Then we won't get too close, just close enough," Elena reassured.
"Elena, we are supposed to be taking Intro to Communication. What happened to getting drunk and making bad decisions about boys?" Caroline disagreed, running a hand over her forehead, "What happened to our fun freshman year at college? I am supposed to be a drama major!"
