Hunted

Act 17; Didn't Want To

Amelia showered herself down as fast as she could.

Lydia had brought her to a public shower room where the stalls were separated by tiled walls of red and maroon on the sides and a white curtain as the doorway. It was an elongated room with ten stalls on each side and a wide shelf of five levels at the end. The floor tiles were a golden hue that glistened when wet. Everyone weemed to place their things on the shelves and changed outside the showers. DDA, unfortunately, like any other high school, seemed to force students to show their bodies to the same gender in order to change clothes.

Amelia thanked God no one was showering with her, and that Lydia waited outside.

She took her time, enjoying the feeling of cleansing herself with the cold water than was more than welcomed by her heated body. Once she started feeling too cold, she switched to lukewarm and shampooed her hair.

Rinse and repeat. No time for that now. She had to borrow a phone soon.

She got out of her stall, dried herself with a red towel that had golden rims, and changed.

She was thankful someone had lent her clothes, but she wondered how they ever found her size out. The underwear, checkered jeans of different blue shades, and white shirt with the black swallowtail print on the back, were a perfect fit.

She wondered if she could buy the clothes off of the owner.

She got out of the changing room, her hair still in slight disarray since she didn't want to tie it while it was still wet, barefoot and fully refreshed.

Lydia was leaning on the wall with a phone in her hands, probably texting. When she looked over at her, she blinked, then placed the phone in her pockets. "I can lend you my comb if you don't mind." She smiled friendlily.

She nodded, then remembered manners. "Please."

Lydia led the way to her room, which was a hallway from the room Amelia occupied.

Amelia remembered that it was the same hallway Daniel went into when they parted last night.

"You need shoes too?" Lydia asked as she unlocked her door with a familiar key.

Amelia looked down at her bare feet, and was about to shake her head when she remembered she locked her door earlier. Now that she thought about it, the key used to open it... was still with Noah, right? Or if not, was it returned to Daniel, the person who let her stay in the room in the first place? She looked up at Lydia when she nodded.

A few minutes later, Amelia's hair fell straight over her shoulders and she wore a pair of bright red Nike shoes with thick souls and white laces that were an inch bigger than her actual shoe size. They were tripping hazards, and she's had a rough history with tripping, but she just thanked Lydia and proceeded with caution.

"Um. Excuse me." Amelia said as Lydia locked her door.

"Hm?" Lydia looked back at her.

"Can I borrow your phone?"

"Oh. K." She took out her cell, a Samsung of the newest quality, and handed it to her. "No password."

Amelia thanked her and went straight to the dial app, then stopped, her thumb hovering over the numbers. What was her father's cell number again? Or Coach Gaius'? She couldn't remember Sir Saffron's or Jocelyn's either. Especially Galen or Antonietta. Oh God. She knew she was terrible in math, but she never thought her hatred for numbers conquered her ability to memorize phone numbers as well.

Her thumb twitched, and at the corner of her eyes, she saw Lydia tilt her head at her with a confused expression.

She gave the phone back as coolly as possible. "On second thought, I don't think it'd be a good idea to contact anyone right now."