When Camille walked into the room, she figured that her roommate wasn't around. She didn't bother about her as she believed the girl was old enough to take care of herself.
Meanwhile, Shayla who had just arrived in her room, found it locked.
She was a bit stunned, but then she recalled she had a key, and she opened it.
'It seems I had forgotten that I had locked it before leaving,' she thought to herself, and walked in.
But she didn't expect to find the room disorganised.
Clothes were strewn all over the room. Makeup kits were scattered on the floor, and her bed had formed a little mountain of skincare.
"Who did this?" She yelled, breathing heavily.
All of a sudden, a girl walked out of the bathroom with just a towel tied around her chest.
"Were you the one who did this?" Shayla asked, taking a deep breath so that her anger wouldn't consume her.
"Yes I did. Who are you?" The girl asked slowly.
