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CHAPTER SIXTY THREE i always feel like somebody's watchin' me. season six, episode three.
STEPPING OUT OF THE SHOWER IN A SMALL TOWEL, CASSIE BRUSHED HER HAIR OUT OF HER FACE AND STARED AT HERSELF IN THE MIRROR. For the first time in the two months since George's death, her eyes were no longer puffy, meaning that she made it through the entire night without crying.
Her twenty fourth birthday had come and gone in the midst of her grief. As she glanced at the calendar on the wall to her right, it only just hit her that she'd missed the anniversary of her mother's death.
"Cass?" Cristina's voice snapped her out of her thoughts, the girl barging into the bathroom without bothering to check if she was decent. "Oh, you're naked. Cool. Uh, you're boyfriend made breakfast, if you wanted to eat."
Cassie opened her mouth to respond, only to pause as the word's processed. "Why is Mark here so early?"
She shrugged nonchalantly. "All he had to do was walk across the hall."
Watching her leave with a baffled expression, Cassie stayed in place for several moments, before following after her. She didn't put on any clothes, trusting her towel to cover the important bits.
"Cristina, what the hell are you talking about?" she shouted out, making her way down the hall. When she arrived in the kitchen, she saw Mark, Callie, and Cristina eating breakfast, as well as a blonde woman she'd never seen before. "Oh, hi."
"Hi," the woman greeted, subtly looking her up and down as she turned her head to whisper to Callie. "Your roommate is naked."
Callie nodded. "She does that sometimes."
"Cristina," Cassie repeated, still wildly confused. "What did you just say?"
Before the woman in question could respond, Mark grinned widely, holding up a plate of perfectly cooked eggs. "Cass, you look absolutely beautiful today. Did you change your hair?"
She narrowed her eyes. "What did you do?"
As the other three watched the conversation like a tennis match, Mark set the plate down, a sheepish smile on his face. "Well, you know how I've been looking for a place to live." Cassie didn't say a word. "The apartment right across from yours was for sale, so..."
With a deadpan expression, Cassie looked from her boyfriend, to the eggs, and back to her boyfriend. "You moved in across the hall?"
"Uh, yep."
"You moved in... across the hall," she repeated, her tongue running along the inside of her cheek.
