Trying to compose ourselves

“Grrrrrrr,” I said, checking my reflection. “I haven’t had soft nips in a day and half, and this hair makes me look like a fluffer.”

“I know,” said Alice, fanning her cheeks. “Even with two shirts on, these things make me feel naked.”

We heard the bathroom door open. We casually glanced in that direction, then stiffened. It was Tara and Bit.

Oddly enough, they stared at our hair incredulously.

“Oh, my gawd,” said Tara. “You actually did that to your hair voluntarily?”

“Very funny,” I said. “You couldn’t come up with your own ideas? What a couple of losers.”

“Oh, please,” said Bit. “You know damn well we didn’t have anything to do with your hysterical hairstyles. We have our own ways of taking care of stupid little girls.”

“Yeah,” said Tara, pushing red curls out of her face. “We figured you’d stop here before class. You’re so predictable.”

“Yeah,” I said. “So?”

“So, this,” she said, lifting the object in her hand.