She realized all her clothes were dirty. Nothing surprising, she barely had time to do anything but study.
Her fridge was probably empty too. With a groan, she shrugged on the closest thing resembling clean: Laz's varsity jacket.
Underwear? Not happening. The cramps were killing her.
She appreciated Laz for disappearing wherever he went after washing her hair. She wasn't in the mood for company.
Vanessa had also left a mess before vanishing, if the watch on the nightstand was anything to go by, she'd been with her boyfriend. Typical.
Frida curled into a ball as another wave of pain gripped her. She groaned.
"Where is Laz? I need to scream into something, and he's the perfect option."
The door opened, and the sound of shuffling feet reached her ears. His scent followed shortly after.
"Why do you always smell so damn good?" she muttered in agony.
She was on her period, this was not the time to want him. Yet, she did.
