My music chimes in my ears from my favourite headphones. Currently, the song is Teenagers by chemical romance.

I'm finally painting.

Sin has been okay all week, and kinda left me alone, so I decided it would be a good time to paint, and I really needed to sort out this ugly white colour, as soon as possible.

I'm on my period, so I skipped class today (It's Friday) and I'm planning on not going out all weekend. I got McDonalds breakfast delivered earlier, and I'll sort something out for dinner, not sure what, but something.

Currently, I'm in the room alone, so I'm singing my heart out. I'm wearing a baggy black top and red shorts that are baggy enough to be comfortable and cover the scars on my thighs, but also short enough to not be too hot.

I have a bit of black paint on my knee. I'm painting all the furniture on my side, and my half of the wardrobe black with red roses. I'm not the best at art, but I'm certainly not the worst. Rhi lent me a rose stencil to use, anyways, she had it for something, tattoo I think.

"Nice singing." A male voice says.

Shit. I turn around, taking my headphones off to see the face of my roommate.

"Sin." I say, without a hint of emotion in my voice.

He grins, "Lina," before pausing and licking his finger; wiping it on my face, causing me to flinch and to glare, "don't get mad. You had red paint on. Looks nice, by the way. You've got a gothic theme haven't you?"

Dickface.

"Yes, I have. I would say I hope that's not a problem, but I really couldn't care less. Now, can we go back to the thing where we ignore each other? As much as I love conversing with you, I'd rather, well, not." I respond, about to grab my headphones.

He stops me. "About that."

What? What does he mean, 'about that'?

"I think we should be friends. We share a room."

I glare at him. "I have friends."

"Rhiannon and her friends. But what happens when they leave next year, eh? What you gonna do then?" He says, testing me.

I bite my lip, something I always do. "Me and Rhi have always been mates, okay? She's like, my family or something."

Family. Not a word I find myself saying often.

"Why don't you like me?" Sin questions, before adding, "I'm only rude when you are."

Because you remind me of him.

I shrug. "Your presence just bothers me, I suppose."

His jaw tenses. "Give me a chance. I'm a good friend, I promise."

If saying the word yes will make him shut up, then fine, I will agree so I can paint in peace.

"Fine, Sin. We can be 'friends'. Now, let me listen to my music." I grab my headphones, placing them on and returning to my painting.

Sin stands next to me, the red paint in hand. "I'm helping." He says loudly, so I can hear him over my music.

I want to say no, but to be honest, I could deal with some help. And he looked kinda hot with a red paint brush in his hand.

"Fine."

*********

Rhiannon sits on my bed, both our hair wet as we just showered (not together). She is doing my nails acrylic, because she just can't believe I've never had acrylic nails. She also brought me a mug shot over, premade and everything.

"You really need to get a kettle and microwave in here." was the last thing she said to Sin before he went out to meet Jagger.

After that, her and I hit the shower area, because I was covered in paint, and I'm on my period so it's important to stay clean.

"What colour are you doing them?" I ask.

She looks at me. "Red and black."

"Ew, those colours are just disgusting." I reply sarcastically.

Rhiannon looks at me again. "Your distracting me."

"I am so sorry." I smirk, before shutting up.

It's nice to spend some time with Rhiannon, I've had hardly any time with her recently. She wants me to go shopping with her and those twins, Arianna and Georgina, but I really don't feel like going out on my period, I just wanna watch a movie on the laptop the college gave me and eat nutella toast and caramel nibbles.

"All girls get them, Cat. Just suck it up. Or get on birth control, it's about time." Rhiannon says, concentrating on my nails.

I bite my lip. Is she right?

No. I'm never wrong, and I won't let someone, even her, act like I am.

"Birth control is for someone who is constantly fucking someone, not once in a blue moon. Sorry I don't have a fuck buddy like you." I snap.

Rhi stops, not because she's finished as she has one nail left; but because I pissed her off.

"Brandon is not just a 'fuck buddy'. He's..." she pauses, "he's different. He just also happens to be good in bed." She giggles.

"Anyways, birth control has plenty of benefits. I think you should think about it, C." She continues to do my nails, clearly no longer annoyed.

Maybe I will think about it.

I groan. "Fine. I will think about it, not because you told me to, but because I want to."

Rhi rolls her eyes. "Always the stubborn one."

******

My nails are done. Rhiannon had to go, because she's going shopping. She tried to convince me one more time, but nope- I'm not having it.

Luckily, her "not just a fuck buddy" Brandon has Netflix, which she logged me into on the laptop.

I wanna watch something, not one cringey love story like Netflix is flooded with. I've never actually had Netflix, the care-homes don't tend to have it.

Bird Box.

I remember Rhiannon saying this was good at one point, so I'll give it a try.

I snuggle under my duvet, laptop on my pillow, with caramel nibbles in hand (Rhi brought them round earlier).

I fucking hate periods.