06-05-2017, 06:00 AM
Cal balked. He'd already made it perfectly clear he wasn't cleaning up. "What part of 'no' did you not understand?" He growled. Pick your battles, son. His fathers words echoed in his mind, but only served to make him more angry. He did pick his battles, and right now, he was picking this one. She couldn't make him do anything. "I'm not arguing this any further. I'll take detention, but I'm not cleaning up. Go ahead and suspend me if you want. Expel me. I'd love that. Hell, I'm not here by choice anyway. I'm only here because the city had nowhere else to put me."
Rosemary finally found her way to the girl's dorm, glad that the crowd had thinned out considerably. She wasn't sure she could take much more exposure. Making her way through the building, she managed to locate the room with the same number as the one she'd been given. She hesitated a moment, then took a deep breath and entered, bracing herself just in case her room mate was already in there.
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