Violet panicked, muttering a baffling amount of profanities knowing if her mother was there, she would be washing her mouth with a toilet brush.
As the door was halfway opened she decided weighed her options quickly.
1. Slide behind the door
2. Tie her puke covered jeans around her waist
3. Hide in the tub
4. Realize she’s fucked
And of course before she had enough time to choose, option number four was slapped unto her as Michael stood in front of her, his apologetic expression turned into one of confusion.
“I don’t know which one to do first, apologize or ask if you’re okay.”
“Maybe hand me a towel?” She asked, pulling the edges of her band tee down and thanking God she had never listened to Nicole’s lectures about why oversized shirts were always a bad idea.
“Um,” He scattered round the back for a towel and passed the black one to her which she wrapped around her waist quickly. “I’m sorry, I just assu- Well I don’t know, I just thought-“
“Thought I was a whore who was down to sleep with a random guy I met the afternoon before?”
“No well-“
“Oh.” She shuffled her feet on the ground.
Violet had been called a prude several times by people she was forced to go to school with. She had a boyfriend or two, one that ended up being gay, the other that just didn’t care about anything. But the noise didn’t stop. Most of it didn’t bother her too much. She knew if she tried to prove them wrong the label would have been switched with another – S L U T.
This fear had been the reason she had 3 cards, a debit, a coldstone punch card and a v.
“It’s not that you looked like a whore or anything, I just thought you were hot and you were up for a fun time and there’s about 1 percent of the population left with pure intentions and I just hadn’t figured out yet that you were one of them.” Michael ran his hands frustratedly through his very dyed hair. “IM SORRY IM JUST A HORMONAL TEENAGER OKAY?
Violet shifted her weight. She tried to control her laughter and maintain her angry front. As the corners of her mouth began to twitch up from her loss of control and Michael began to laugh causing Violet to lose it.
“So are you still angry?” He asked after his loud laughter died down.
“YOU CAN’T SAY THAT AND EXPECT ME NOT TO LOOSE MY SHIT, MICHAEL!”
“So no?”
“Maybe.”
“Really?”
“Maybe.”
He stepped forward and hugged Violet, crushing her arms into her sides. “Michael?”
“Yeah?”
“I sort of need air.” She strangled out
“Oh, sorry.” He apologized and let go of her.
Violet looked down at her leg and realized the puke she had forgotten about had now dried causing her to shiver in disgust. She hopped unto the bathtub and laughed silently at Michael who was fixing his hair swiftly in the mirror.
She started the water and rinsed her legs off, absorbing the heat on her sticky, exposed calves.
“Do you want me to leave?” Michael laughed.
