Insincere apology

I found the boba shop that Emma had asked me to come to and nervously stepped in through the door. It took a bit of looking around, but sure enough, there sat Emma, with a face like thunder.

Whatever Rachel had done, it had severely pissed her off.

I awkwardly shuffled over to her table, looking down at the ground to avoid eye contact. Every step closer made me more and more anxious. Whatever mess Rachel had made, it seemed I had to be the one to clean it up.

“H-hey…”

“Hey.” Emma’s voice was stern as I announced my presence.

I quietly took a seat opposite her, still unable to make eye contact. To get a grasp of what exactly was going on in Rachel’s head, I’d have to figure out what she did the day before that had both her Mum and Emma so pissed off. Doing so was likely to be a painful process.

“A-about yesterday…” I started, though I was unsure what to say next.

“Yes?” Emma’s tone was impatient.

“…I’m sorry. I was out of line.”

It felt rather insincere to apologise for someone else’s misdeed, but I had to better understand the situation I had been thrown into.

“It’s not me you should be apologising to, really, is it?” Emma replied coldly. “It wasn’t me that you decked for no good reason. Apologise to Grace.”

I winced at the revelation. I knew Rachel was acting frantically, but I didn’t know she had escalated to physical violence.

“Y-you’re right… I don’t know what came over me…”

“Honestly, what’s been wrong with you these last few days? At Grace’s party you seemed more mellow and chilled out than ever, then yesterday you freaked out just because Grace touched you, and now you’re back to acting reasonable and calm again. The hell is with these mood swings, Rach?”

“I’m just… I’m having a rough time at the moment… I’m trying to work through but it just got too much for me yesterday…”

I figured I’d try and salvage whatever I could of Rachel’s friendships. Considering what she did to me, I didn’t exactly feel obligated to do her a solid, but I also didn’t want to foster any bad will with someone who has control over my body.

Still, freaking out and getting violent just over someone touching her? Sticking her underwear to her body? Cutting up my skin and flesh? It was clear she was taking this whole ‘body swap’ situation much harder than I was. I could only hope that she didn’t take that out on my body any further than she already had.