Well, it turns out that getting Werewolf slobber out of your hair is pretty hard and my scalp feels so tender when I'm finally done. I'm going to get back at Shana.
I come out of the bathroom in a peeve so distracted because I'm upset that I wrap the huge towel around my chest.
A choking sound makes me look up and I see Dale sitting on my bed and staring at me with wide eyes, and I wonder what's wrong.
"Dale? Are you okay?" I ask him, totally forgetting that I'm wearing nothing but a towel.
He drags his eyes to my face, red growing across his cheekbones. "Um…" a little bit of throat clearing. "Yes, I'm perfectly fine, Shana just said to come and check if you've drowned in the shower… and…" He trails off, looking at me with wide eyes again.
"Okay?"
"I'll just wait for you outside." He suddenly blurts out, hopping off the bed and rushing out.
I just watch him with a confused expression, my eyes following him out.
