A League of Her Own

It Could Be Worse

Getting back to her tiny dorm felt more like a dream than a reality. Everything felt a little... spacey since she left Frat Row. She hardly registered her surroundings on the walk back. The scream cans had been taken care of in her absence, so thankfully she was allowed to go straight home.

Her roommate hadn't returned yet. It was almost 9:30pm, and there were classes tomorrow. Welp, if she wanted to stay up late at a frat party, that's her problem.

Leasa roughly fell into a chair next to her desk. She ran a hand down her face, but as soon as she felt her glasses, she slapped them against the desks surface in anger.

The hinges between the rim and temple were pretty shaken up, and the glass frames were scratched and cracked. All from the fall. If she ever catches those two freshmen again she would tear them apart.

There was no fixing this. An angry growl escaped Leasa's throat as she threw herself face first into her pillow. After a few minutes of angry sobbing and trying to suffocate herself, she finally pulls herself together.

—Her phone rang. There was only one person who would call her at this time. 'Not now, Celia...'

Leasa couldn't ignore Celia even if she tried, and as much as she'd like to at the moment, she grabs the phone, answering Celia's call.

"Hey- oh my ghoul!" Celia gasped, seeing Leasa's tear stricken face. Even her snake hair looked shocked.

"Yeah, I know. Thanks." Leasa replied dully, her voice dry and cracking.

"What happened?" Celia asked, still in disbelief. She's seen Leasa be overcome by emotion before, but for the last year, Leasa's been like a machine, nothing phasing her enough to bring out tears.

"I yelled at Worthington today." Leasa confessed. She didn't feel bad, not one bit, and she probably never will. But the emotional outburst did a number on her, along with the fact other monsters saw it. Now, she feels completely stumped.

"Oh, yeah? Wait- You did what?"

"...Yup." Leasa felt a weak smile play on her lips. It kinda felt good.

"...And how's he doing?" Celia asked hesitantly. She didn't really know if Leasa would blow up at her for asking such a question, but she's just gotta know.

Leasa lets out a breath. She slowly turns her face into her pillow; and screams.

"Oh, so he's doing alright then?" Celia concluded. It was a bit amusing to see this display over a monster Leasa swore she would loath forever. It reminded her of their freshman year.

Leasa let out a few muffled insults and curses directed at Worthington, before turning towards the camera. Speaking in a voice that sounded like she was trying desperately hard not to cry, she replied; "Yeah, he's fine. Still a prick, but what do you do about it, eh..."

"You could... talk to him like a normal monster." Celia suggests.

"I did!" Leasa snaps. "Do you even know how many times I've-"

"-Gotten flustered because you can't handle looking at his face?" Celia was smiling on the other side of the call and Leasa knew it.

"—Tried, Celia!" Leasa brought them back to the actual point of the conversation. "I've tried to tell him off so many times but everytime, it's like- I'm the bad guy!? Or, something?" Leasa could hardly put it into words.

"I think you're being a tad bit overdramatic." Celia said. It's the last thing Leasa wants to hear right now.

"So I've been told. But- I still don't think it's fair that everyone else has to get dragged into his mess. I mean, you should have seen the look on his stupid face- all cocky and- He didn't even remember my name!"