Karlie woke up at noon, she wasn't going to deny it. She could have gone to training, but her gut told her she wasn't welcome there, not that Lily had anything against her, just the thought of Anna finding out she sneaked out was enough to stop her escapist train of schemings plans. And what was the other better option apart from training? Exactly, sleeping. A thing apparently she was excellent at. Something told her she wasn't going to get much of that sharing a room with Taylor.
Her stomach grumbled in need of food, not having anything in it since last night, and that was all it took for her to stir and grumble under her breath in the deserted cabin, making a mess of sheets that kept tangling in her legs. She really could keep sleeping. Maybe it was to make it up for all the previous nights, when her mind was too busy reminding her how wrong everything was, and it wasn't as if something were remotely better at the moment, but at least she had finally accepted her ridiculous fate. She wasn't going to fight against it, even if she wanted to, look how has she ended up for trying it. Locked in a cabin with Taylor for an indescribable amount of time and with two angry teenagers behind her back.
Amazing.
With all the effort she could muster she dressed, hoped that whatever she chose was barely wearable, because hell knows she didn't care at this point, and headed towards the canteen. She just needed coffee. Yeah, just that. Against all the odds, she managed to convince a monitor to get her some of the black bitter drug, a leftover from breakfast, and sunk into an empty seat. It wasn't crowded at all, even though people were already coming for lunch. Karlie observed them, not really interested but with nothing better to do, looking for nothing and everything. Okay. She may not admit it, but she was completely mentally exhausted, anyone with common sense could guess that by seeing her, seated -almost lying- in a bench, with a cup of black coffee at noon, not even mixed with milk, and obviously with no sugar -even though the spectator didn't know that- and provably a shirt that was put backwards in her, she didn't know, she didn't want to know, it wasn't important information.
Another twist from her stomach reminded her that she had material form and a body with needs, and decided to not wait for her friends, preparing herself to jump at the food whenever the track made it to their positions. Who needed company anyways? Not her.
"You looking great" The sarcastic voice made her look at her right side to see Christoffer standing there with his usual friendly eyes. Too bright for her.
"Thank"
"Talkative are you today" He chuckled and took the seat next to her without expecting an invitation. Karlie didn't mind "I heard what happened yesterday" That was clearly a good way to start a morning talk. Just that it wasn't morning.
"Oh" It was all that came to her empty head. She didn't want to think about it, really, the mere memory of all the traumatic events was more than enough to make the headache came back. She sighed and rubbed her temple tiredly, hating that the word had spread that quick "It was a funny day"
"I bet" Chris hummed. Silence settled between both, and Karlie knew Chris wanted to keep up the topic, but she wasn't going to be the one initiating it, so she waited, giving him time to muster the courage if he wanted to ask, but she didn't stop the rubbing in her temple, and her leg started bouncing a while ago without her consent "That bad, huh?"
Karlie grunted, something she hoped was an affirmation, because it was.
"You know, you should give Taylor a chance"
Karlie stopped all motion her body was making, finally shifting her gaze to fixate it entirely on the boy. He said it so casually that Karlie almost felt the need to punch him right there "What do you mean?"
