Yes having a warm bed to sleep in on a regular basis was nice and all but the one thing that Gwen had to say she liked best about living with Jude and having a real place to stay on a nightly basis was the shower. Gwen used to have to go days without showering because she just couldn’t afford one. She did what she could to get by and all and that was great. It however was only just that. It was enough to get by. She didn’t really require a shower every day. It was nice to have one but it was kind of a luxury. So living with Jude gave her that luxury. Sure she had to wait till he was in class to use it so she could walk around the room with as little clothing as possible. She would rather not show the teenage boy the more intimate parts of her even if he may have already seen them by some kind of accident or another. Though that had her convinced he was afraid of her despite everything. Whatever.

Gwen rubbed the water of her body and wrapped her long brown hair in the towel on top of her head. She had washed some clothing in the sink just for such an occasion. The occasion being she wanted to take a shower and wear clean clothes after she did. She should have however checked to make sure said clothes were actually dry. Thankfully her bra was and her panties were like nothing fabric wise so they had been dry before she even got into the shower. Her jeans and shirt however were something else entirely. Neither one was completely dry and conserving Gwen had nowhere to be she was going to say she didn’t’ care and just move on. She would get dressed when her clothes were dry. All the important parts were covered.

She grabbed her tattered copy of A Brief History of Time and started reading. Even if she didn’t finish and or really go to school since she was like 10 didn’t mean she didn’t like to read and learn. Thanks to the New York Public Library and cold New York winters she had taught herself quite a lot. She actually kind of liked math and science. If things had been different she may have done something with them. She rather liked genetics and the like. Or theoretical physics. That however was a pipe dream. You live with the cards live dealt you and that was that. Gwen moved to lounge on Jude’s bed. She slept on the top and didn’t feel like climbing. What Jude didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Flipping to the last page she was on she started reading oblivious to what was about to happen and who was about to find her.

Paperwork was never going to end.

Gemma walked down the hallway of the boys' dorm, with a packed of printed forms in her hands. She was making the rounds, checking and updating information she had on file. It brought her to Jude's room; the kid was a special case for multiple reasons, mostly because "age" was such a fluid category in his case. Gemma needed to update his files, and for that, she needed to talk to him.
Jude was fairly self-sufficient; they didn't cross paths very often. He was not legally an adult... probably... which made him Gemma's responsibility; but he was currently not one of the most problematic teenage boys (quickly gaining fame as the Brat Gang) on campus.
Hopefully, this would only take a couple of minutes.

She knocked on the door.

Gwen was so deeply involved in her book she hadn’t registered anyone was coming. That was really the main problem with living here. She knew she was safe even if she was found out. These people wouldn’t’ hurt her. The worst they would do is throw her out on her ass and that wasn’t so bad. She had been thrown out of places before. It was no big deal really. So she tended to get more invested in things then she normally would. Before she had been like a sleeping cat with one eye always open. One eye looking out for that big bad come to get her. She was paranoid it was for sure, but there was something about this place that stopped that. She found herself about to relax.

This is probably why she was almost dead to the world and when the knock came from the door she just about jumped 5 feet in the air. She attempted to jump up to stand but instead she just managed to hit her head on the top bunk. ”!@#$”[/b] The words that came out of her mouth were not even close to lady like. Growing up on the street you learn all kinds of terrible language.

Gwen rubbed her forehead not even thinking about what would happen if the person on the other side of that door had heard her and walked into this room. She was sitting on Jude’s bed in her underwear with more than one piece of her clothing on the ground. There were all kinds of conclusions that someone could come to.

There was some commotion from inside the room, and Gemma could distinctly hear a girl's voice pronouncing some choice words. She raised an eyebrow, knocking once more, but the only response she got was a loud bang. That was close enough to suspicious activity for her to forego the usual courtesies and open the door.

Gemma stopped in the doorway, blinking at the sight in front of her.

There was a girl in Jude's room, and she was severely underdressed.

Oh, hell no.

"Uhm" she cleared her throat, closing the door in case other people wanted to peer in "Hi?"