Rebecca wants the truth.

Sitting down in Rebecca's room, she gets to work making Rachael open up.

"So, ****, why did you disappear?"

Rachael just remained silent, unsure how to answer.

"Okay, a different question then. Why haven't you been coming to classes? I know you haven't had perfect attendance lately, but missing every single class is still unlike you." Rebecca is speaking softly, trying her best to make Rachael feel comfortable.

"I don't want to see professor Christiansen." Rachael answers, looking down at the floor.

*bzzz*

Rachael's phone vibrated, but the girl ignored it. Rebecca thought little of it and moved on with the questions.

"Okay, so, why? Did he say something to you?"

Again, Rachael hesitated before she spoke. "I don't wanna talk about that."

Rebecca knew that was probably the root cause of it, but she didn't want to push it too far so she let it go. They would have to talk more before getting to that.

*bzzzz*

"Um, maybe you should check that?" Rebecca would rather Rachael deal with whoever it was than let it keep interrupting. Rachael shook her head.

"No need, it's totally nothing." Rachael's eyes betrayed her as they glanced over at her phone.

"Okay then...there's something I've been wanting to ask for a while." Rebecca knew this question wouldn't help with the current situation, but she really wanted to know. "Why did you start talking like that?"

*bzzz*

"Like what? I don't totally understand." Rachael did have a look of confusion on her face, but she seemed relieved that the conversation went somewhere other than class.

"Please don't take offense to this ****, but....you kind of sound like an airhead." Rebecca didn't know how else to put it. She was sure that Rachael would refute the insult, annoyed by the any assumptions on her intelligence.

"Um, is that, like, bad?" Rebecca was the one getting confused now. How could Rachael not understand that sounding like a bimbo was typically not a good thing?

"Like I said, I'm not trying to offend you so I won't say its a bad thing per se...but it's not like you at all."

"Uh, wut? The way I talk fits me perfectly."

"Rachael, I don’t understand what you’re trying to say. This new way of speaking makes you sound dumb, honestly. Very dumb. Don't you think it will give people the wrong idea about you? It’s going to be a major turn off for guys of your type. Like Fred.”

"Well, like, I totally..." Rebecca was listening intently, sure that she could get to the bottom of at least this-

*bzzz bzzz*

"Okay that's enough, ****! Gimme that!" Rebecca leaned and grabbed the phone faster than Rachael could react. Rachael's phone did not have a lock...this naive girl.

"Who the hell is this unmarked number?"

Rebecca starts scrolling through the chat with the unmarked number. As she does her annoyed expression turns to one of disbelief.