Rachel goes into crisis mode

Miranda walked briskly back out into the hallway, and Rachel watched her go. Not a very long visit, it seemed. The door slammed shut in her face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she hissed at herself, slapping her forehead. This problem could've been easily avoided if only she had a lick of sense. Textbook criminal work: after the dirty deed was done, hide the evidence. What person would leave two dozen Polaroids of hedonism out for anybody to see? Fate had sent her mother first to illustrate just how stupid she'd been, but *someone* would have found them. An RA, another student, some perv looking for dirty panties. What a gift that would've been.

Her heart was racing. This was worse by far than some sneaky perv stealing her underwear. Especially because her mother had run out so quickly. She'd never seen her like that, totally unable to respond or listen to reason. There was no telling what she'd do. Cut her off from the family? It seemed possible. For the moment Rachel was studying on a scholarship, but that would end in her sophomore year regardless of how well she did in her classes. She wasn't exactly blowing her professors away, anyway. She'd been counting on support from her parents for that.

Rachel grabbed her phone. There was the text her mother had sent a half hour ago. Why hadn't she been paying attention? She hadn't once looked at the clock since noon, when she started watching some terrible reality show on her laptop. Avoidable problems, she silently reiterated, required evasive maneuvers. She needed to take some now. She pulled up her friend Melly's contact information to fire off a text - and winced. Melly's contact photo was a picture of her butt in a thong. *You're just asking for trouble,* she thought. Now wasn't the time to clean up her phone.

"EMERGENCY EMERGENCY, RESPOND ASAP PLS" she texted her friend.

In a matter of seconds the reply started to appear. "GIRL ARE YOU OK???" Melly wrote back.

"Physically yes. Everything else noooooo. Did I tell you my mom was coming?"

"Yeah for a visit"

"I forgot to clean up the pictures"

A pause followed. Melly was probably thinking about how much she'd like to strangle her friend. "GIRL!!!"

It wasn't like Rachel could blame her for being upset. Half of the photos included her in some capacity, or had been taken *by* her. Rachel was just glad her mom hadn't seen the picture where she was eating Melly out from behind while Melly was busy deepthroating. In a certain sense, she'd gotten off lightly. The two girls had been inseparable since they met in her political science class during the first week. Coincidentally, Melly lived just half a block over, in the Grammer building. The closeness made it easy to spend nights together. Early on it had been study sessions and the occasional shared joint or bottle of wine. Then, "never have I evers" and makeouts. And then, well, then things had gotten out of hand. Her mother's terrible voice echoing in her ears made her want to call Melly a bad influence, but being honest, they influenced each other. And it sure didn't *feel* bad.

"I know I know i know I know," Rachel texted furiously. "Fuckkkkkk what am I gonna do!!!" She meant it. She was sitting cross legged on the floor of her dorm room, in serious need of some responsible advice. Though, if that's what she was looking for, maybe Melly wasn't the person to go to.