Impassive

Impassive 8

The Norm

            I felt someone shaking me, disrupting my peaceful, dreamless sleep. I slapped the hand away and rolled over, gripping the comforter tighter around me.

            “Come one Rayne, today’s Monday, we have school today.” I snapped my head up quickly at the sound of Barren’s voice, giving myself whiplash. My eyes widened when I looked around and saw that I wasn’t in my room. Memories of last night flooded my mind and my heart began to relax. This would be the second time I thought Barren and I had sex, “You ok?” He asked quickly when he saw my worried expression. Understanding crossed his face and he shook his head jokingly, “Rayne, we didn’t have sex. You really need to start remembering what you do before you go to sleep.” He explained, chuckling.

            I giggled, “Yeah I know. What time is it?” I looked around for a clock, but I couldn’t find one is his room.

            “It’s six thirty; you have to start getting ready now if you want to get prettied up for school.”

            I groaned out loud which he snickered at, “I don’t feel like getting prettied up, I’m tired.” I pushed my hair out of my face frustratingly and wiped my hand down my face. I felt so gross and embarrassed for looking like this in front of Barren.

            “Ok well at least go take a shower. You can use my bathroom right outside my room. There are towels under the sink and I hope you don’t mind using men’s soap.” He smirked at me.

            “Actually I don’t mind at all. I like the smell of men’s soap.”

            “Okay, you might want to go home and grab some fresh clothes first…or you could wear my clothes if you want.”

            I was about to object and just agree to go home and get clothes, but the idea of wearing Barren’s clothes actually sounded nice and appealing, “Sure, I’ll wear your clothes, but I doubt your pants will fit me.”    

            “It’s ok; I’ve got some sweat pants, if you want?”

            I smiled at him gratefully, “I don’t mind, thanks.”

            “No prob, now go shower woman so we won’t be late.” He scolded playfully, smacking my ass lightly as I turned to leave. I turned back to him with a shocked expression. He looked back at me apologetically with his hands raised in surrender, but I didn’t mind, surprisingly.

            I smirked at him, “Yes sir.” I giggled while saluting him and ran off to the bathroom outside of his room.

            I ran in quickly, locking the door behind me and looked at myself in the mirror. I groaned internally; I was right, I looked disgusting. Even more disgusting than I thought. My hair was knotted in different places and my make up was smeared around my eyes, because I was too lazy to wipe it off last night, so now I slightly resembled a raccoon. I don’t know how Barren didn’t puke at the sight of me.

            I took a quick shower making sure to scrub off my entire make up and all traces of tears from last night. I got out and dried quickly, wrapping the towel around myself before running back to Barren’s room. He was sitting on his bed listening to his Ipod so he didn’t heat when I came in. His bed is positioned so that the back board is facing the door so I crept up behind him silently and grabbed his shoulder roughly trying to scare him.

            His eyes widened and he grabbed my wrists, yanking my hard onto the bed. I felt the cold air hit my chest indicating that the towel had slid down and off my breast; giving Barren a good view of them before I pulled the towel around myself five seconds later. His face was a frozen expression of shock before he started guffawing loudly.