LUXURY

＂Ｓａｍｅ Ｇａｍｅ， Ｄｉｆｆｅｒｅｎｔ Ｔｅｒｒｉｔｏｒｙ＂(2/3)

Erika Felix awoke to the dreaded bell of East Hampton Military Institute destroying her eardrums. With a groggy inhumane sound that she didn't even know she was capable of, Erika sat upright in bed, somberly looking over her new bedroom. She hadn't gotten used to the grey, unimaginative decor and missed her large room back at the Felix estate with an elevated bed that she had to climb steps to reach. Her old room had been fit for a queen.

Her East Hampton dorm was made for a peasant.

Cashmere Caldwell wasn't present but her grey bunker lay open on her bed, purple Steven Alan jammies strewn around it. Did she really wake up earlier than the bell? 'What kind of No-Don't-Even-Try is she?' Erika thought in bewilderment.

Although maybe that was a good thing...

A wicked smile spreading across Erika's face, she got out of bed and sauntered over to Cash's open bunker. The institute didn't have proper closets as the cadets wouldn't "need them" and thus, everything Cash owned was laid out for her roomie to see - or tamper with.

Erika was still fuming over her destroyed phone, her only hope that someone would rescue her from this filthy place. Not to mention Trash Caldwell and Addie roots-unkempt Anderson had the nerve to try to intimidate her. Her. She would be destroying them whilst on a shopping spree on Rodeo Drive if they were back at Alabaster Prep, playing on her turf.

But Erika was about to make Trash realize she'd messed with the wrong bitch.

Erika dug through Cash's bunker, pulling out pajamas that were either as purple as her hair or had anime characters printed across the fabric and clothes that looked as if they were made for the islands. How had she been able to smuggle her wardrobe into the school but Erika could only get away with the clothes she'd been wearing upon being kidnapped? Which were her precious Balmain jeans that were now marred with grass stains.

Underneath the heaps of clothing, Erika was even more outraged to find that Trash still had her wallets, jewelry sets, and even Polaroid pictures from lavish vacations to look at when she felt tired of the hell hole she was stuck in. Erika flipped through the pictures with a scowl, studying Cash posing on a beach in a Triangl bikini in Barbados, posing with a group of girls in front of the Eiffel Tower wearing maroon sweaters emblazoned with a Trinity School symbol, and hugging a girl with similar dark, afro-curly hair and a model skinny figure in a beach house - except the girl's face was entirely scratched out with red Sharpie and the words; 'Stupid bitch.'

'Hmmm...'

Erika ripped up the photos, tossing the remnants on to Cash's bed without a second thought. Then she gathered up Cash's bohemian-style clothes and nerdy PJs, quickly scanning the grey room for somewhere to toss them. She needed to discard them somewhere that Cash would never find them - or at least somewhere that would ruin her entire wardrobe beyond a wash. Not that you could even wash a stain out of cashmere or silk.

Then it hit her.

Setting the clothes down on the dreary wooden floor, Erika bounded over to the window above her own bed, opening it quickly to let in the bright Spring sun and the view of students dressed in the ugly camouflage uniform spilling out on to the brilliantly green field for First Quarter. If she squinted hard enough, she could make out Addie doing cartwheels across the field like a mouse in a frenzy.

Sighing, Erika picked up Cash's entire wardrobe - Hanro undies and all - and heaved them out the window, watching the clothes fall soundlessly to the grass that was still damp from the sprinklers that ran every night. There was no doubt that Cash's clothes would be as green as Shrek's ass by the time she tried to save them.