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November 4th 2018

AMARA SEONG

For the seventeenth time in a row, I found myself pounding on Zahra's bedroom door. These bitches are really testing my patience. "For fuck's sake, we had plans an hour ago!" I shouted, my voice echoing down the hallway. They missed half the day already. Rory and Spencer soon joined me, running from across the hall. Rory sighed. "We tested it. The rooms aren't entirely soundproof, but you can't hear much," she explained. I glanced around and saw that everyone else in the house looked like they were close to killing Zahra and Charles.

Last night, we trusted Zahra and Charles with planning our afternoon activities for today, but they had already missed the morning plans and were still sleeping with the door locked.

Beckham went up to us. He's been saying how we should just kick the door down for the entire day. "Spencer, I'm dead serious right now. Just help me slam the fucking door open," he demanded, half-joking, but at this point we were all desperate.

Emmy and Thomas arrived, Emmy holding up a plastic bag. "Bought some bobby pins from a store nearby. Thomas said he could pick a lock," she said. No one said a word, we were just expecting for the lock to be picked. Instead, we just stood there in a circle looking at each other.

Rory finally put her foot down. "So pick the goddamn lock already!"

Thomas hesitated. "You sure? Feels like an invasion of privacy," he said, clearly doubting things.

"Just do it!" we all yelled in unison, and pushed Thomas forward closer to the door. With a shrug, he accepted if and pulled out a bobby pin. As he started fiddling with the lock, we huddled closer, barely giving Thomas any room.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes, we heard a faint click. The lock gave way, and the door creaked open.

Then, shit hit the fan.

The door swung open, and right then and there, we all saw it. Charles and Zahra were completely bare doing... well, you get the point. I guess this is what you get if you take a hungover Charles, and if the cycle's right, an ovulating Zahra. He's smaller than I thought, I feel bad for Zahra it's like settling for the bare minimum.

"Holy shit!" I yelled, my eyes meeting theirs. The room erupted into screaming from both sides, and we finally slammed the door closed. Most of us had our had our hands covering our eyes, including me. I snapped back into reality and put my hands away. The others were still trying to process this. We all just ended up screaming together and ran around the house.

Emmy went into the bathroom to "clean her eyes",  and Rory ran laps around the living room. The guys were sat on the couch, staring into the TV which was turned off. They all looked sad and pathetic, it's like watching a streamer's reaction video but those streamers who don't even react and just watch the thing. I felt icked out, so I turned on the TV and put on a teen Netflix show with a horrible soundtrack, just to brighten up the room. I get it, they're all processing this. But I'm just a girl, and I took the liberty to take pictures of all of them looking stupid. They may not even realize this, and might try to deny it, but I have a picture of the guys staring at the screen which was playing 'Ginny and Georgia' and it's the scene where Hunter tap dances. I made a photo folder and named it "the aftermath".