Week eight: Saturday, night
Who: Ada, Charlie What: Late night soak Where: The hot tub
The full moon had done nothing to make Ada feel better. It took away that extra edge of wanting to quite literally crawl out of her skin, but the sensations all pretty much remained. Exhausted, check. Fidgety, check. Wanting more than almost anything to get out of the school, head down to Hell, and score enough to make it all go away for awhile? Check. But that wasn't an option, at least she kept telling herself that. She deserved better than that, even if she felt worse at this moment than she had in months.
She looked like hell, from the dark circles under her eyes to the weight she'd lost, more noticeable in a bathing suit. Her hair was more of a mess than usual, even pulled back into a ponytail which was definitely out of the ordinary. She always had time to at least wash it to wear her hair down. Since she hadn't put a whole lot of effort into getting ready--threw on a bathing suit, pulled her messy hair back, put some jeans and an old concert tee on over the bikini, and then headed downstairs, flip-flops making slapping noises on the floor.
Within ten minutes from her last response to Charlie, she was headed up to the guys' floor to let Rhett know where she was going. She didn't want to bother him, but she also didn't want him to worry if he came knocking on her door. She assured him that Charlie knew what was up and that yes, she would keep her bathing suit on, and no, he wasn't bringing any drugs. At least she was pretty sure he wasn't, but she didn't think he'd do that after their conversation the other day.
After that little talk with the best friend, she was a couple minutes late getting down to the pool room. Her jeans hung a little looser than usual, but all in all she just looked... exhausted. It was about how she felt, too. A little relaxation in the hot tub might do her some good.