bad habit

Panic. Sheer panic. If she'd dropped her phone somewhere then she might as well have thrown herself off the top of the roof. Not that there was anything all that awful on it, a shocking amount of selfies, and that was really it. Where had she been last? Pausing for a moment, Billie ran a hand through her hair, pausing a little to adjust her underwear beneath her dress, muttering something in an irritated tone of voice. She knew exactly the right person to sniff out to come and look for this - but reaching for her cell phone, realized she had no real way of actually contacting him. Dammit. She was becoming increasingly unlucky, she'd burned herself on the hair straighteners this morning, setting a little band-aid on the back of her left hand.

Pausing for a moment to admire herself in the reflection of a window, her hair had fallen flat since this morning and really she should have probably gone back to her dorm to brush it out and take a bath. I don't even have a bath. Frowning at that thought, life was hard without one. Still, she knew people who certainly had a bathtub - and one person in particular who's room she'd much rather be in than her own, mainly because it gave her an awful lot of things to tidy up before she got bored and began to feel useless again. She didn't like to feel useless, and running a hand through her hair she peered around the door way of the next classroom. Score! There was something black and sleek lying on the floor underneath one of the desks, and she took her chance to pounce on it, dropping to her hands and knees underneath the table and leaning forward to snatch at it.

7 new messages. 3 missed calls.

"Gosh darnit."​

Still ducked underneath the table, she hadn't noticed the presence of other people. Tapping something desperately into her phone, a pout crossed her face, and her head tilted ever so slightly to the side. A second later a voice sounded, and her head collided with the top of the desk with an audible crack. "Jesus Christ!" Dropping the phone again, both hands went to the top of her head, and she backed out of it, snatching it up and dropping it into her front pocket. Soft doe eyes settling on a boy she didn't recognize, she merely stared, realizing she was no longer alone, and in fact in the company of two people. One she recognized to be Claire. She liked Claire, she was friendly and softly spoken. The other, she'd never seen him in her life. Not much her type, and evidently younger than herself.

"Ah! Good afternoon." She chirped, bounding past the boy on giraffe-like legs and tugging Claire roughly to her chest. She had some height on the girl, then again she had some height on most people. Her boyfriend stood a few inches taller at least, and that was something she thanked God and Jesus for on a daily basis. Not that she was at all religious. Ironic, considering her boyfriend had been thrown back at her from death as the most beautiful holy being she'd ever seen. "I haven't seen you in forever I hope it wasn't you that tried to call me because I have three missed calls and seven messages from I don't know who."​