There was a hell of a lot that Bekka put up with. Her father's career coming first in everything, her grandmother's insistence that she stuff her bra, her classmate's drama in regards to everything. The ineptitude of the available math courses offered at CCI... the list went on. All of it, all of it Bekka tolerated in silence, only briefly mentioning them in her notebook, as a sort of record of days.

Then of course. She lost her notebook, her socks, her parents and now the fucking sanitation of her sheets. So what if they weren't 'Egyptian' or some shit? Those sheets had cost Bekka sixty damn dollars! Sixty dollars she had to earn with hard work and sweat. Sixty dollars she now had to throw away because of what had happened in them. It did not matter whether or not Bekka was a virgin, or if she even knew what happened during girl-sex, it mattered that it was not in their girl-bed. Bekka believed Hunter, not because she was the most trustworthy person at CCI, but because of how she announced it, and that she had paid for it. Bekka believed in things that costs money.

The night before she had slept, fully clothed, on the top of her comforter. But not tonight, oh no. Tonight she was going to sleep in the finest of satin, the softest of pillows and the blood of her enemies.

Perhaps not all in that exact form, but close enough. Dressed out of her uniform (for god forbid she gets that dirty), Bekka stood just in the doorway, looking over at the scene of the crime, the accused and the evidence... which there was very little. When she spoke, she used her sweetest, most innocent of words.

"So I hear you're into bigamy now."