Karyn slowly came back to herself under the running water. But she wasn't sure she liked the self that she was coming back to.
Physically separated from Sarah, her body seemed to withdraw from the girl's influence. She regained a level of mental control, but the memories did not change.
Karyn had been studying MacBeth in English Literature class, and as she scrubbed her own body, as she mentally tried to scrub away the feeling of Sarah's hands upon her, Sarah's mouth upon her, the words of Lady MacBeth came to mind: "Out, damned spot! Out, I say!" As though adding more suds and lather may wash away the touch that lingered long after Sarah had left.
Maybe if she focused all of her energy on scrubbing as hard as she could, it would suppress the knowledge of what Sarah McMillan had done to her, and the pit-heavy feeling that she wanted Sarah to do it again.
Another Lady MacBeth quote came to mind as Karyn finally rinsed the last of the soap off of her body. "Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here!"
Too late, Karyn thought to herself. I've been unsexed, and I don't like it. Sex me back, please.
A hollowness grew in Karyn's chest as she made her way to Biff's locker, absent of all of the bravado she'd had when the room was full of changing teenage boys.
Jon. She'd have to talk to Jon. It was lunch period, she'd have time. She'd have the opportunity. She just needed to get dressed, grab her protein shake, and get to the cafeteria before lunch period ended.
The shake was half-empty when Karyn's quarterback frame pushed through the double doors into the cafeteria. Her eyes went immediately to her and Jon's usual spot, where she found him alone.
Alone?
Where was (presumably) Biff in Karyn's body? Karyn's head swiveled, scanning the room. Had that son of a bitch made her body sit with all of the football player and--
"Biff! Over here!"
Karyn's eyes were pulled violently in the direction of the smiling, cheery voice. Forced to make eye contact with the one person she'd been trying to forget about for the last fifteen minutes. And something melted inside of her like a fine chocolate held in the mouth, sweet and thick and coating all of her insides.
The memory of what happened in the shower creeped into Karyn's back thoughts, as she made one last guilty glance in Jon's direction, before walking over to Sarah, and letting the cheerleader lead Karyn's arm over her shoulder, almost wearing Karyn like a comfortable coat, rather than as a human deserving of attention and regard.
And a heady pleasure began to fill Karyn's head at the feeling of just being there, just existing with her arm wrapped around-- there was a thought, an adjective that wanted to form in Karyn's mind when she thought about Sarah, but it didn't coalesce. Instead it was usurped by a thought that came much more readily: Karyn loved just existing with her arm wrapped around the sexiest, most wonderful, most beautiful girl in the school.
