CHAPTER II: THE MORNING AFTER

It was most certainly not Engblom lodge that Izzy woke up in. White light from flourescents seared into her eyes as they blinked open. The feeling under her back was familiar. She was lying on one of the uncomfortable single beds in the staff dorms. There was at least one spring broken in each of them, and she knew how her own's specific pattern felt pressed up into her spine. This was her bed in her room, 3C. If it wasn't already noon (she could sense that it was somehow) then her roommates Alyssa and Joyce would be in the beds on either side of the door. They must have already been up and about, like she should've been.

So, it was all a dream. That made a lot more sense than the alternative. She sat up in bed with a pounding headache and tried to unpack what a dream like that signified. Some daddy issues at the top of the list, given the presence of two older, sexually aggressive men. Which was weird given she actually got on really well with her family. Brains don't listen to reason all the time. The more alarming thing was the way her sleeping mind had portrayed Mina. The girl was just a friend, but she had turned into something sexually sadistic and totally unhinged. Okay, so maybe she wanted to go down on her friend. Story of every bi girl's life. What's the big deal?

It was a miracle Ivan wasn't hounding her right at that moment. She was sluggish as she searched for her phone beside the bed. After her shift the night before, when she'd been dealing with the Hayneses, she must have forgotten to plug it in. An extended shift could do that to you. It was now at 14%. Izzy plugged it in and brought up her list of notifications. True to form, there was Ivan's name at the top of the pile. "You better be on ****'s door. Ms. Trivett said you looked sick last night, and I'll have your ass if you aren't running a fever."

Izzy touched her forehead instinctively. Warm, but not hot enough to calm Ivan down once he got a look at her. Sticky with sweat.

With sweat?

Her stomach dropped out from under her. The next layer of notifications came from Mina. Now that she saw it, and the words Mina Trivett sent a picture, the full weight of her night slammed down on her. How had Mina known to say anything to Ivan if all that craziness last night really was just a dream? Her fingers trembled as she opened the notification from Mina. The attached picture filled the screen. Then Izzy slammed the screen down on her bedspread, terrified of what she'd seen. Yes, that was picture #5, if not #10, from the ones Mina had taken up at Engblom the night before. From after Paul (who was apparently a real boy) had orgasmed all over her face and upper chest.

She covered her face with her hand. "What the fuck?" she squealed.