point of no return [c]

It was Sunday afternoon, and the dorm building was strangely empty. Scarlet supposed that most people had better things to do than sit around on the weekend, but she didn’t really. Scarlet sat cross-legged on her bed, blue eyes scrutinizing a painting. Scarlet saw nothing but flaws in it, though if someone else were to see it, they would probably like it. The pale girl frowned, shifting to try and look at it from a different angle. This was, however, a terrible idea… considering she had several cans of open paint on her bed. As she shifted, her pink and purple paints tipped over. Their contents soaked into her sheet, and trickled over her legs and shorts. The most upsetting thing, however, was how they had stained her painting. It was ruined. Scarlet felt frustration bubble in her stomach for a moment before she slumped and deflated. Couldn’t she do anything right?

She frowned and carefully capped all of her paints, placing them to the side as she stood from the bed. Her blanket would be ruined, and her mattress was probably stained as well. She wondered if she would have to pay for it? Anxiety bubbled in her stomach at the thought, and she swallowed nervously. She supposed she could simply cover it up and pretend it hadn’t happened… but that would wrong, wouldn’t it?

Scarlet jumped suddenly as she realized she was just standing around. She needed to get everything cleaned up! She grabbed her mess of a painting first, hastily shoving it down in the trashcan. She then returned all of her supplies to their proper places before she stripped her bed. Her eyes took in the mattress nervously, and she relaxed somewhat when she realized that, while the paint had soaked through, not very much of it had. It was barely noticeable. She nodded to herself, bundling her bedding up. The girl would then travel to the laundry rooms and put her bedding in to wash before she went to shower.

However, as she stepped out of the shower, she came to the realization that she had forgotten a towel… or fresh clothes. She chewed her lip. Her shorts and shirt were already laying wet in the sink where she had attempted to wash some of the stain out of them. She supposed she could walk back to her room in her underwear, other girls did, but the thought of doing that caused her to blush. She couldn’t, even if not very many people were around to see. But if she put her clothes back on, the paint would probably just get her dirty again and defeat the purpose of her shower.

She let out a shaky, nervous breath before slipping back into her underwear. She eyed her clothes, trying to decide. Her shirt hadn’t gotten that much paint on it. She nodded to herself, ringing the shirt out as much as she could before she slipped it over her head. The shorts, really, should probably have been thrown out. But Scarlet would keep them to wear around her dorm or something. Nervously, the girl stepped out of the bathroom. Her eyes traveled up and down the hall, and when she didn’t see anyone, she started to walk toward her dorm.