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Zach just turned on the shower. With me inside the bathtub. Fully clothed and all.

“W-what –"

Cutting off my garbled words, he orders, “Get out.”

He doesn’t need to tell me twice.

Shuddering and stumbling, I jump out of the bathtub. My boots slosh with water and I barely manage to stay upright on the slippery floor. Water sluices down my hair and my face and my uniform is almost completely drenched.

“Here.”

At his voice, I turn around, outraged and furious, ready to give him a piece of my mind. But Zach throws something at me and on instinct, I catch it.

“Don’t forget to take these.”

Speechless, I stare at him.

“Now get the fuck out. I don’t wanna see your face for however long I’m here for, got it?”

Then he pulls the curtain shut, leaving me in a wet, clinging dress, clutching a double pack of Marlboro cigarettes.