Well, Kevin and Delilah probably aren't, so let's check in there!

"But we agree someone want your dick, though?" Delilah asked her cousin as she carefully tucked her curls into her nightcap. She checked to make sure no loose ends hung out in the mirror, meticulously repeating the step again. It wasn't precisely a glamorous bedtime look, but she didn't exactly have a salon she could go to all the way up at the cabin. And she wanted to look cute, especially considering she already felt ... othered.

"Oh, hundred percent," Kevin respond, already relaxed for the evening on his bed. Delilah glanced at him and felt a brief spark of frustration. She'd have shaved her head if she didn't like her hair so much, and it honestly just seemed easier. Plus, Kevin always got along with everyone. It wasn't exactly something Del could say about herself. "I don't think Madison or Ash care you're here, but Heather would have to front a little about it. So probably. I mean." At that, Kevin looked up at her and casually gestured to his bared torso. Delilah nodded. Yeah, he was her cousin, but objectively, Kevin was a damn fine-looking man.

"That's so stupid." Delilah turned the chair she was sitting in at the small vanity the room housed to be face-to-face. It seemed small, but it had always made her uncomfortable to not see who she was talking to. Just a sort of ... itching feeling, like something bad was going to happen if she didn't look. "It's fucking high school. Why are we doing politics for high school? I guaran-damn-tee you she don't even care about cheerleading."

"Social cache," Kevin sighed, extending his arms in defeat to greater forces. "Cheerleaders are up in the hierarchy, so she wanted to be one. I get that. You're right, though. Kind of is silly for you two to pretend you hate each other."

"Hey, she started it, I'm just pushing back. No one tells me I'm worth less than them, even if they don't say it."

"No one really thinks you're worth less than them here, Del. These are friends. And you have Lisa and Madison and I know Zack thinks you're cool. Kurt probably wants to get with you, but he's not a bad guy and I know he thinks you're funny." Kevin paused after the last sentence, freezing a little as he sensed a change in mood from his cousin. Theoretically, if Delilah tried to stab him to ****, he could take her. But when she felt cold ... well, it didn't feel like he could take her.

"Funny?" Delilah's words were crisp and pointed, well-aware of what that meant. "Like, doesn't take me seriously, thinks this is all an act, funny? Because I've had about enough of that shit."

"Yeah ..." Kevin admitted, as much as he hated to. Delilah could be strange for some people. Her focus and determination were so intense, a lot of people kind of assumed she was fucking with them. But even since they were kids, he'd known she was just ... serious. Way more than most people. And being a girl didn't help people believe she meant it. "Trust me, I told him he should probably steer clear and just play it cool. I don't really think he's your type, anyway. Boy's got an attention span problem. I don't think you'd be bad friends, but he doesn't know what he wants."

"I don't mind playing it loose, but no, commitment phobia isn't exactly what gets me hot." At that thought, Delilah averted her eyes from Kevin and turned back to the mirror, making a show of double-checking her hair. Of course, she wasn't.

Delilah was good at a lot of things. She was a great dancer, very gifted in debate, and generally a top-notch student. But there were a few things she was ... less great at. It's not that she wasn't social. Delilah liked all the girls on her team, she liked Kevin's friends when she'd moved here, and she even liked a lot of the people here. It's just that she had a hard time gauging things, like people's opinions of her, and it could get difficult trying to not let anyone put her down, but also not snap everyone's head off.

She was also exceptionally bad at controlling her more animal instincts.

In spite of the twinge of anger she felt just a few moments ago, it had already spiralled out of control in her head. Thoughts of being angry at Kurt's presumption of who she is spilled into wanting to punish him, which spilled into wanting to punish him. Kevin's friend wasn't the type she'd want to get involved with, but the blond young man was hardly the first person today to fall victim to the depths of her desire. Delilah shuddered, trying to refocus herself on more practical things and leave the images of him helpless, bound, and more than a little turned-on by the various things she'd do to him where they belonged: in the dark.

"Yeah, I don't know how to help him." Kevin's sincere moment of empathy for his friend helped her grip back to reality, removing herself from the lustful chaos swirling inside her. At least, for the moment. "But you can't help folks who don't want to help themselves. I'm really sorry if you feel weird here, though, Del. I just meant that I don't think anyone up here really thinks less of you. Even Heather. It's just flexing, and deep down, I think you know what you do back to her is just flexing, too."

"You're probably right." The concession seemed to surprise her cousin a little, but he hardly complained. Delilah finally retired to her bed across the room from him and laid down, quietly righting her body and laying extremely still. "You think I should try to talk to her? I mean, less people to put a show on for up here. I just don't want to ... I don't know ..."

"Expose your back to a rich, white girl you don't like that much already?"

"Tell me you don't see where my head's at with that."

"I don't feel like lying right now. But we're on the same track. Less performance up here, more people being people. And wouldn't surprise me if it helped you relax either way. It's break, might as well try to enjoy it." Kevin's eyes steadily closed as he spoke until Delilah heard him start snoring lightly. She rolled her eyes, equal parts jealous and judgmental about his ability to just sleep wherever and whenever he wanted. It's not a particular gift she had.

'You could at least try.' She stared at the ceiling, mind far too awake to sleep just yet. Delilah did her best not to move, just remaining perfectly still while she willed her body to just give in to the fact it was already late as all hell. 'Let's face it, girl: you're not the easiest person to get to know. And Mads likes her fine, she can't be that bad.' Thinking about someone she'd shared a bed with before wasn't helping her calm down in the slightest, prompting her to try to shift her focus as she felt a small spasm near the top of her right thigh. 'Don't push it. If you can talk to her normal, great. If you can't, don't stress over someone you don't even like. Too many people in the world to make them all happy.'

As Delilah closed her eyes, she felt her body giving way to her mind's demands. She allowed herself a sleepy smile as she began to drift off, always happy to overcome her cavewoman instincts. Her actual sleep proved ... less comforting, though. Del's body moved without any of logic's input, squirming as she slept and making very small, but distinctly erotic noises that could have told anyone who heard them exactly what was on her mind. While Kevin was far too **** to hear anything, Delilah would be in for, at least, a little bit of a strange morning.

After all, she'd gone to bed suppressing her desires and thinking about someone she had strong, if not entirely positive feelings over. As her body moved ever-so-slightly in her sleep, her mind couldn't help but focusing in on the busty, wicked cheer captain she wasn't sure about getting to know better, and what it would be like to tear the clothes off her body to find a more interesting contest of wills to fight in. At the very least, the extremely provocative images of Heather's naked body writhing in pleasure while she held Delilah's head down as the dancer expertly worked over her clit was going to be distracting as hell for 'just talking,' to someone she'd long considered a rival.

All the same ... it wasn't precisely a bad dream.