vega raines ; 4 cb

"So, you ever gonna tell me how you got yourself stuck here?"

Evie's taken up residence at the end of her bed after a rather unceremonious attempt at breaking and entering. She'd held out as long as she could, throwing the door open only when she could hear the wood beginning to give way under the sheer force of his conviction.

She hadn't gotten around to teaching him how to pick a lock like she'd promised, and is beginning to second guess whether she should give him another means of barging into her dorm unannounced. He's laid out, making himself comfortable with his hand propped up under his chin. When he thinks she isn't looking, he stares at her with such loving concern her skin starts to crawl.

"Same as you, I bet." She's leaning over her vanity's mirror, trying and failing to drag a brush through the matted hair at the back of her head. It's been a couple days since she last brushed it, hell it's been a couple days since she left her room. Her cheeks have gone gaunt because she's forced herself to waste away. The headmaster had even deigned to come pound his meaty fist against her door a couple times, threatening a week's worth of detention.

Evie scoffs, locking eyes with her reflection "No, definitely not."

"I was..." An unpleasant taste floods the back of her throat, she tugs on the brush with violence and it's finally enough to break through the knot. "You know how my parents are."

"They sent you here?!" Everett and Vega had known each other long before their individual sentencing. Evie's parents, still wealthy careers, are all warmth and generosity. Of course he can't comprehend her's having a hand in her condemnation.

"Punishment for running away, I guess. 'Cause I did a shit enough job that I got caught."

"Oh."

"You know, Eves, sometimes it better not to ask questions."

"Yeah I... yeah. Sorry."

She smiles for the first time in days, "'sokay."