Mr. Postman

Chapter Six

And so here is my initial reaction upon seeing my dear room mate reading Catherine's letter: Shock. A few seconds later, I felt angry and of course confused. My hand was trembling slightly and I could feel the heat rush up to my cheeks. Angry because she was invading people's privacy and confused because this wasn't the Reece I knew.

Her blond hair was still tangled up and she had smudged make up all over her face. I stood by the door unable to move, just watching her watch me and so on so forth. Apparently Reece broke the staring contest because she finally stood up and screamed at me. Funny. I'm supposed to be the one mad here not her.

"What is the meaning of this!?" She screamed at me using that special high pitched voice of hers. I stumbled back a few steps and that's when I snapped. I didn't snap literally a but you know what I mean.

"Excuse me!" I retorted, fuming at the edges. I wasn't that mad at her just yet. More of disappointed. Also I didn't like it when people starts screaming at me for no reason. "You're the one who's reading my letter! Aren't I supposed to be the one asking that?!" Yes I just screamed at her. Yes I don't care if I woke up the other students. I was half mad and very annoyed at may room mate. My fists were clenched tightly and the paper bag was abusively being crumpled.

She took a deep breath and shook her head. "Right." She said this between gritted teeth while pinching the bridge of her nose. "I'm sorry for rummaging your bag while you were gone....but care to tell me why this letter is buried in your bag? Last time I checked you love to display your letters."

I blinked twice and stared at her. "Why were you looking through my bag in the first place?" I retorted. That's just...impudent. I narrowed my eyes at her and watched her fiddle a bit.

She gave a nervous laugh and scratched her head. "I was um...looking for a tampon. That's why I called you to get back here right away."

"Did you find one?" I asked, trying to control my anger. She nodded. That might have explained why she suddenly exploded right in front of me. Mood swings are really frightening. Sharing a room with a girl who is on her period is never fun. Bi-polar madness 24/7.

I huffed and shut the door behind me. I went over to my bed, dumped the forgotten dress and sat down. The sheets were still messed up but honestly, who cares? I crossed my arms and scoffed at her statement. I don't display my letters. I just casually toss them around where in people can see them in plain sight. Reece groaned and rolled her eyes.

"Also dear Blair, I also want to knowing you have mentioned any of this--"She gestured to the letter, waving it in the air like it was some kind of flag. "To Garrett."

His name instantly made my mouth scowl. Reece had this hard look on her face which was a little too hard to decipher. I let out a soft sigh and shook my head, a few strands falling in front of my face. Reece knew about my life before College. Everything about my High School life..., I told her about it since she also told hers and it was a little unfair if I kept my past to myself. Plus, it felt as if one gigantic rock was pulled off my shoulders. It was a win-win situation but now...I'm starting to think otherwise.

The heat was unbearable. I was hot and sticky and I had no room for another pep talk about my high school life. Well I think it was another pep talk.

The only thing I failed to mention about my high school life was the fact that Garrett is in this band that was going good and I really think that Reece may know who he really was. That would complicate things though so I kept it to myself. As of now she has no idea who Garrett really is. All she knows is that I used to like him and he is currently head over heels with Catherine.

"Not really..." I trailed off and the way Reece sounded when she snorted was enough to tell me that I was in for a lecture. One that was not school related.