El's been making the attempt to make it to class. It's part of this new personal initiative to get her shit together. It's not really that she cares about classes. She knows they're just a pretense for the horrors that really go on here, but with her underground business starting to roll, the last thing she needs its to draw unnecessary attention to her delinquency. So, why she finally showed up for her gym class. It wasn't pretty. El's built up a big mouth, a rep as a bitch, but she's a fairly little thing, and isn't built for the muscle to back up the talk. So she's made some enemies, and none of those girls seem in the least concerned with making friends with her. Worse, she got pulled aside by the coach after class to talk about her attendance.

But that's not such a bad thing. For instance, the showers and the locker room seem entirely cleared out by the time she makes it there. Fine by El. She heads to the showers to start running the water, twisting the hot water knob to get it steamy, before slipping back out, letting it heat up while she circles to her locker, settling onto the bench to tug off her sneaks and socks, squirming out of her gym clothes, wadding them into her gym bag and tossing it back in the locker. This time to the shower, she stops at the mirror. She smiles at her reflection, and stops mid-stride, turning to face herself. Smiling, she pads to the mirror. It's already starting to fog up from the showers, so she wipes a circle out of it with a bare palm. Eyes inspect her reflection's body, trailing down soft white curves and back up. Hands smooth up her sides, squeezing her tummy and not finding much fat there at all, squeezing small breasts together. Her hair's started to get long, real long, but it's kind of grown on her. She plays with her bangs, smoothing hair back before turning away, her head twisted over her shoulder to shoot herself a smoky come-hither look as she examines her behind. "Nice ass, El." She says out loud, completely unaware of anything around her while she inspects herself, steam starting to make the air thick.

Nisha was in a very bad mood. And when she was in that mood someone usually got hurt.

Everything seemed to go wrong today. First she got stood up by her group. She waited till she was late for class. Then she got into an argument with her teacher, who assigned her for detention.

With a growl she entered the locker. the best thing she needs now was a nice cool swim.

Her eyes landed on the girl infront of the mirror. Her lips curled up in a smirk

"well what do we have here..." she murmurred

It takes a moment for her to notice the other girl, mirror fogged up, body dewy with the shower steam next door. Fingers are wound through her hair, lifting it up out of her face as she watches herself. Then she catches the figure in the mirror and just about jumps out of her skin. She doesn't turn though, instead leaning forward to wipe the mirror clean and get a better look at what's behind her. Wavy hair tumbles down her back, the tips tickling against her hips. Bright eyes are angry, sullen, caught off guard by the unexpected intrusion and embarrassed. Pink rises to her cheeks and she moves to cover her breasts, nipples hard against her palms, closing her legs together, still faced away from Nisha, addressing her reflection in the mirror.

"The fuck are you staring at?" Her heart's still pumping like crazy.

Nisha gave her a smirk that usually unnerves the person seeing it. She tossed her hair back.

"oh please ive seen them already" she shrugged, seeming quite bored by her actions. "besides they werent much to look at ...

Without another note she strode in and reached her locker, which to her convinience, was still facing the girl and the mirror.